29. Claim
Claim
Cassius
I need to act quickly.
We need supplies. I don’t know how long we will be here, and while we have a nest, we don’t have food or water.
I let her paw at my chest, the heat of her skin warming me with every touch.
I dial.
“Did everything go okay at the party?”
“No. Look, I don’t have long, but she’s in heat and I need things to take care of her.”
Alpha August growls. I don’t have time for this.
My Angel pulls at her dress, slipping it over her head and rubbing her needy body against mine.
“I don’t know where we are. You’ll have to—”
“—You’re not at her shed?” He interrupts, panic laced in his voice.
“No, we are. We’ll need—”
“I’ll bring everything and don’t worry about Apollo. I’ll take him.”
* * *
“Mate me. Please. Bite me, claim me before my heat finishes. I want to be yours.”
Mate me.
Please.
Bite me.
Claim me.
I want to be yours.
She stares into my soul. My canines ache, and all I can focus on is the desire to feel them sink into her neck. Her pupils blow and her mouth drops open with a whine. She presses against my chest, rubbing her needy, raw nipples along my sternum. My chest rattles with a growl.
I grab her, flipping her underneath me, trapping her beneath my body. She wiggles, her body craving what only I can provide. Her cheeks flush pink and she flinches, pain clearly echoing through her body.
I need to make a choice.
Do I mate her?
I want to.
She wants me to.
I bury my length inside her with one brutal thrust. She cries out, her back arches, and she presses into me.
I hook an arm under her knee, forcing myself deeper.
She writhes beneath me, thrusting herself onto my cock.
Slick coats her thighs, and her nails dig into my skin.
Bites and bruises line her pale body, evidence of what she has given me.
I lean over her and breathe in her scent. Spice, powerful, delicate and so uniquely her. My tongue darts out and I lick a stripe over her scent gland. Her taste fills my mouth and my control slips.
My hips hammer into her, quicker, deeper, and more powerfully. She moans louder. Pleasure erupting in her scent. My teeth ache, scraping against her neck, longing to tear into her. With every touch she thrusts back into me, matching my brutal pace and demanding more.
The base of my spine tingles and my knot expands. Her pussy flutters around my length and her limbs begin to shake.
Mate me. Please. Bite me, claim me before my heat finishes. I want to be yours.
I bite.
My canines tear into her flesh, and blood spills into my mouth. I press deeper, needing to leave a mark worthy of my mate’s pride. Her taste explodes inside me. She’s everywhere.
Spice.
Omega.
Mine.