Page 99 of Claim Me

And she would be so damn wet. So tight. So ready for me to fuck her hard and fast.

I groan, her name leaving my lips as I stroke myself harder, her vision stark and real in my mind. Her tits swaying as I pump into her. Those delicious little moans escaping her plump lips.

Mmm, I would fist my fingers in all that hair and pull her head back to expose her slender neck. It would tease my fangs, make me crave her that much more.

Then her racing pulse would send me over the edge, forcing me to bite her. Taste her.Claimher.

Fuck, I can almost taste her now, her heartbeat a steady rhythm in my mind even while she sleeps.

I release my cock to keep myself from exploding, my entire body strung tight with need.

But I want to wait.

I want to savor the torment and let my desire build.

It’s addictive. Consuming. So damn exquisite.

I’ve been doing this for hours, reveling in the activities next door while torturing myself. I was saving it all for Nox, but part of me wants to give it to Fallon.

This craving for her is immense, the fate bond overwhelming my thoughts. However, if I’m honest with myself, I’ve been attracted to Fallon all along. Especially her disobedient mouth.

She stands up to me when others normally wouldn’t. It pisses me off while making me hard at the same time. She’s a brat, one I long to tame.

And yet, I wouldn’t have her any other way.

I button myself up again and stand up to pace the guest room, my legs eating up the small area in only a few strides.

What I need to do is head outside, but I can’t. While I know this area is safe, I feel this intrinsic urge to guard the phantoms and my mate. Almost as though they’re all mine to protect.

Running my fingers through my hair, I continue moving and nearly sigh in relief when my phone buzzes. I’ve taken a few calls tonight for work purposes, but the one I’ve been waiting for most hasn’t happened yet.

However, Nolan’s name appears now.

I immediately accept the call.

“Did you end up flying to New York?” I ask without saying hello. “I expected you there hours ago.”

“I used a portal potion ten minutes after hanging up with you earlier,” he replies as his face appears on a screen before me.

I frown at him. “Why didn’t you call me when you arrived?” That’s what we agreed upon.

Of course, I wouldn’t have had any updates for him then. But it’s been almost twelve hours since we last spoke.

“Because Fallon’s cousin ambushed me upon arrival,” he deadpans.

Someone snorts in the background, and he tilts his camera so I can see the dark-haired female seated across from him.

“Cousin?” I repeat.

“Adopted cousin,” he clarifies. “Her birth parents went missing around the Arcadia portal, and Fallon’s aunt adopted her.”

“I see.” I lock my gaze with the female’s. “And you managed to ambush my best assassin?”

“He was drenched in Fallon’s aura. I felt him arrive and I thought it was her, so I tracked the soul strand and found…” She waves at him. “An archangel dressed in leather.”

Now it’s Nolan who snorts in the background.

“Do you have a name?” I press, arching a brow.