Chapter 46 Claiming Eve, Rafe
CLAIMING EVE, RAFE
“We're not done.” Lorian carries her to the bed, arranging her how he wants her. On her hands and knees, still trembling from her last release.
"Rafe got to punish you for that dress. Now I get to reward you for your excellent work tonight in that same dress. I couldn’t have been prouder.”
“I can’t take anymore,” she admits. “You both are too big. Too much.”
"But you’re such a good fit,” he praises her as he begins stroking her nipples and kneading her breasts. “I don’t know about Rafe, but I’m obsessed with you my fallen angel..”
I don’t say anything, but begin licking her clit.
It’s not long before she's sobbing with pleasure.
“My corrupted angel, so clever, using your body to manipulate Jin Kol.” Lorain says as she begins trembling with small ripples of another orgasm. “I want you to be properly rewarded.”
“But as I said when we began the chase, there are consequences to looking like our lover,” I say. “We must claim you properly. Together. At the same time.”
Her eyes widen as she realizes what I mean. “You’re both too big.”
“We’ll fit,” Lorian says as he kisses her, but it’s my place to claim her body again.
I push her back on the wide bed of our suite, big enough for three to sleep easily.
Her thighs part under my hands. She’s trembling, but it isn’t fear.
Her cunt is wet, dripping, her dark curls glossy with arousal, thinking about what comes next, both of us together.
I stroke her vulva with my palm, relishing the softness of her hair against my bare hand.
I run my thumb along the wet hair at the edge of her folds, rub it against my fingers, and then bring it to my face.
Her raw scent that’s been haunting me for months.
I put my fingers in my mouth, tasting her. She’s sublime.
“Rafe…” she moans, her hips rising to me. “Please.”
Her words hit harder than any plea. I grip my cock and press the thick head against her entrance, parting those curls.
The contrast of my smooth alien flesh against her soaked human fur makes me shiver.
But still, I push forward slowly, savoring the resistance of her tight sex as she stretches around me again. “You feel that? You’re ours.”
She clutches at my arms and cries out, “Yes—yes, please. Like this. Slow.”
Her cunt grips me like a fist. I sink deeper inch by inch until I’m buried to the hilt. The drenched curls surrounding her cunt press against the smooth base of my cock, soaking me and grounding me in her human heat.
This is better than any fantasy I ever conjured up about fucking Eve.
Lorian kneels at her head, stroking her cheek, while he guides his cock to her lips.
She opens without hesitation her lips wrap around him. Her moan vibrates around him, echoing through her throat, and I feel it in the way her cunt squeezes me.
“You belong with us, just like this,” I growl, thrusting harder. Her breasts bounce with every stroke, full and heavy. I want to mark them, bite them, but right now I’m lost in the way I’m going in and out of body. The tight friction is driving me half-mad.
I pin her wrists above her head away from Lorian. “Say you want this.”
Lorian pulls out of her just long enough for her to answer, “I want it—I want you both. I’ve dreamed of this; oh God, please don’t stop.” Then she swallows Lorian again, gagging slightly but taking him deeper, tears streaking her cheeks.
"This is what you are," I tell her as we move together. "Ours. Completely ours."
"No matter who sees you," Lorian adds as he removes his cock from her mouth again. "No matter who wants you. You belong to us."
"Yes," she breathes. "Yours. Both of yours. Always. It’s what I always wanted.”
Her honesty undoes me. I begin to slam into her, my balls slapping against her wet fur surrounding her cunt, and the sensation of her hair against my hairless skin is both obscene and perfect. I growl, “You are ours now. No one else will ever have this. Say it.”
She gags on Lorian’s cock, but he pulls back just enough for her to say, “I’m yours—both of yours. Please don’t ever let me go.”
Lorian fills her mouth again and her small body convulses around me, her cunt spasming as another orgasm rips through her.
I continue to pound into her, making her orgasm last. Holding myself back until the very end.
Lorian groans as she chokes on his cock.
I drive deep, as deep as her body will allow, and come inside her cunt while my brother spills down her throat.
Claimed at both ends. Completely marked. Our human. Our Eve.
“Swallow it,” Lorian says as her throat words on his semen. And I think the same about her cunt. When I withdraw, my come pours out of her. I put some on my fingers and bring it to her mouth. She licks my fingers without hesitation.
Our eyes meet and I notice her brown eyes are shining with a light I’ve never seen in them before. Not obedience or fear, but surrender and acceptance.
She lies between us and looks thoroughly debauched and entirely at peace.
"The dress worked," she says as I stroke her hair. "Jin Kol agreed to everything I suggested."
"That's what you're thinking about?" I ask.
"I'm thinking about a lot of things, including the price of that dress, but I would say it was worth it."
“The credits were well spent,” Lorian agrees. "After all, it served its purpose... in many ways.”
I watch Lorian trace an invisible Imperial word on her shoulder. Wife.
He knows I see him and I wish for the same. Every time I close my eyes, I think about her in that dress from last night. “Next time, perhaps choose something slightly less... revealing."
"That defeats the purpose," she replies. “Jin Kol doesn’t want a human representative. He wants a slave dressed up to play a part, like a parody. It’s so contradictory, but…”
“And you’re an expert at it,” Lorian says, kissing her shoulder.
I don’t say my fears out loud. I just hope Jin Kol will be satisfied with her flirting alone.
Jealousy makes me growl and pull her against me roughly because I know she’s right. But I don’t want her to give herself to Jin Kol like this.
Lorian embraces her from behind, and we’re all together as it should be. It feels perfect and my mind is racing trying to figure out how to make this work permanently.
But I can’t find a way.
We cannot marry a human, and we cannot have her as our long-term employee/lover. No Reima Two woman would ever agree to marry men who have a human lover at one of their hotels.
But yet, she’s still ours.
And I have never wanted someone more.
The room automatically switches off the lights, and in the darkness, after Lorian's breathing has evened out, I pull Eve even closer to me. My hand gently finding the pulse at her throat, to assure myself she’s alive and not a hologram or a figure of my imagination.
“You scared me tonight," I admit, the words barely audible.
"Scared you?" she replies, genuinely surprised.
I swallow. “When I saw you in that dress, saw how everyone looked at you... For a moment, I thought you were pulling away. Showing everyone that you weren't really ours. That you no longer needed us.”
Her hand comes up to cover mine on her throat. "Rafe..."
My other hand cups her face, and my thumb strokes along her jaw. "Seeing other men want what's mine—what's ours—it made me realize how much I need you to be ours. Really ours. Not just our employee."
"I am yours," she whispers. “No matter what I’m wearing.”
I kiss her forehead, something settling in my chest. "Sleep now. Tomorrow you can go back to terrifying me with your schemes."