Page 144 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha

I deepened the kiss, adjusting myself in his lap so I was straddling him.

He moaned gently against my mouth, his grip tightening on my waist. I pushed his shirt over his head, and my hands took their time exploring every inch of his chest and back.

His muscles were hard beneath my palms, his skin smooth but for the faint ridges of his scars.

“Bryn,” he sighed again, sliding his hands under my shirt to caress my back.

I let him take off my shirt, then reached down to his pants, slipping my hand under the waistband.

He let out a purring growl as I stroked his growing erection.

I loved his girth in my hand, the warmth of it.

I wanted it inside me, but I also wanted to taste him.

I slid down to my knees in front of him as he watched me with eyes that had turned almost black with desire.

I ran my tongue up from the base of his cock to the tip, then back down.

He held his lower lip between teeth that had grown slightly sharp since I started touching him.

He twisted his fingers gently through my hair.

Trailing my tongue back up, I carefully took him into my mouth, circling the head of his cock with the tip of my tongue over and over again.

His breathing was heavy as his head tipped back.

His hand twitched in my hair every so often as I bobbed up and down his length.

I tasted the tang of his precum and picked up the pace.

Cupping his balls gently in my palm, I massaged them between my fingers.

The muscles in his thighs tensed and relaxed, tensed and relaxed with my motions. His hand tightened briefly in my hair.

“Bryn, I don’t know…” He stopped as pleasure shivered between his shoulders and down his back. “I don’t know if I can hold back.”

I looked up at him and smiled as best I could around his girth. My fondling hand and sucking mouth increased in speed, and he growled out a moan. His cock twitched against my tongue, and I kept up my speed.

Night gripped my hair, holding me still while he came. He gushed into my mouth—hot, salty, and slightly sweet. Cum flooded my mouth, so much that I couldn’t quite swallow all of it. When I came up for breath, a bit trickled down my mouth.

“Fuck, Bryn,” he said, looking down at me. “Fuck.”

I grinned at him, my tongue snaking out to catch what escaped. “Are you sure you’re up to that?”

He chuckled breathlessly. “Shall we find out?” He pulled me to my feet and into his lap again, but this time, my back was to his chest, and I was facing the decorative mirror on the opposite wall.

Kissing my temple, he stroked his hand down my chest, fondling my breasts along the way.

Transfixed, I watched his hand trailing down my stomach in the mirror.

He reached my panties, and his fingers elongated into claws to rip the fabric off me.

He tossed the scraps casually to the side.

I could see my wetness in my reflection, my pussy glistening even in the living room’s low lighting.

I pulled my lower lip between my teeth as the pads of his fingers—human again, no longer claws—circled my clit.

He applied gentle pressure as he fingered me. Sighing, I shivered against him.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing my temple again and dragging his kisses down my neck. His fingers dipped inside me.

“Night,” I gasped.

He nibbled at my throat while his other hand returned to my left breast, bouncing it a bit even as he caressed and massaged it. All the while, he continued to love me with those devious fingers.

I spread wider for him as he upped his pace, twitching and trembling against his chest. I watched him leave red and purple hickeys along my neck.

I was already so turned on from giving him head that it didn’t take long for him to bring me to orgasm.

I climaxed hard, my juices dripping between his fingers.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing my shoulder.

He was hard again. I could feel his erection pressing against my lower back. I met his gaze in the mirror and gyrated slowly against him. His eyebrow raised as he grinned.

“What a hungry girl,” he said, lifting me just enough to position me above his hardness. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I moaned. He lowered me until just his tip was inside me. My pussy throbbed hard, desperate to be filled.

He pushed me down lower, and we both let out long, shuddering breaths.

I reached behind me to wrap my arms around his neck, holding myself steady while he worked me up and down his length.

He was slick with my wetness, and I watched myself take in every inch of him.

I’d been terrified that he wouldn’t fit the first time we made love, and now I couldn’t help but get aroused by how easily he slid in and out.

His lips were on my shoulder again, nibbling my skin. My breasts bounced and jiggled as he increased his speed. If I could have opened wider for him, I would have. My ass smacked soundly against his thighs, his fingers dimpling my thighs as he held tight.

“Night, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…” A loud moan burst from my chest, and I clenched around him again. He grunted, twitching inside me, his teeth pressing into my skin.

After, Night was the only one with the strength to move, so he pulled me into his arms and carried me to our bedroom.

Once we were under the covers, I nestled close to him and shut my eyes, still in the aftershock of all that pleasure.

I felt safe in his arms and in our bed. What shadows lurked in the outside world seemed so far away.