Page 51 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha

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Iwas so overwhelmed and so turned on that I was afraid I was going to start dripping down my leg.

Night pulled me into his cabin, slamming the door behind us.

He pushed me up against it, claiming my mouth with his again.

I was helpless under the wonderful pressure of him, the tantalizing heat of him, but I loved surrendering the control.

I never imagined it would be like this—all chemistry, all intensity.

I had no idea what made him decide he wanted me, why he chose me, but I wanted him so badly I couldn’t think straight.

He pressed against me, and I felt his hardness against my leg. I gasped, almost a squeak of anxiety. The sheer length of him.

Are we about to have sex right now? I asked myself in a sudden rush. Do I want to have sex right now?

The answer swelled up within me, a complete and resounding Yes! I had fallen helplessly and totally in love with this man, and I knew that I was already his in every way possible. But would he fit inside me? He was so massive…

Eventually, Night pulled me away from the wall.

We stumbled through his cabin, breaking a vase and knocking over books on the way.

Neither of us cared about the damage we’d done.

We were pressed to each other, hands everywhere, exploring everything.

I laughed, an almost manic sound, as his hand tickled across my thigh.

Finally, with only a few feet between us and his bedroom, he lifted me and carried me inside. He threw me onto his bed and kicked the door shut. His eyes were like a predator’s as he took me in with a hunger that matched my own.

I removed my tall boots, tossing them to the side, and then got onto my knees on the bed.

He prowled around, that low rumble emanating from his chest. I bit my lip as I watched him pace.

My brain tried to work through the haze of desire clouding it.

There needed to be some sort of conversation before we went any further.

I knew it, but I was so hot right then that I could barely speak.

He started to approach me, to pull me against him, and I put my hand out. Stopping him seemed to cause us both physical pain. He looked at me, confusion replacing the lust in his eyes. I still hadn’t found my voice. I tried to plead with only my eyes. I just need a second.

He backed off and resumed his pacing as if he couldn’t stand still while I collected myself to the point that I could speak.

“I—I’ve never done this before, Night,” I blurted gently. “I’m still a virgin.”

Night stopped, his eyes widening. He was probably remembering that he’d found me tied up and about to have everything stolen from me just a month before. Had it really only been a month? It felt like a lifetime to me.

Night closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. His hands opened and closed as he regained control of himself. When he opened his eyes again, there was an apology in their depths.

“I understand,” he said, his voice still so deep, so growly. “I’m sorry I didn’t take that into account.” He released a tight breath and ran a hand through his hair. “I won’t—”

“No.” I cut him off, shaking my head. “I didn’t tell you that so you’d stop, Night. I just wanted to make sure that…” I hesitated, my face hot. “That I could take all of you.”

Night paused for a few seconds, and then he laughed. When he looked at me again, his eyes had softened, and I gulped. I knew for sure that I was in love with him—that this was right even though it shouldn’t be.

He slowly approached the side of the bed, standing in front of me.

With the bed boosting me up a few inches, we were almost the same height as I got up to my knees.

His hand came up to caress my cheek, just the way mine had done when he was lost and holding my unconscious body so tightly after he rescued me from the cave.

I sighed, leaning into his touch. I’d never felt so safe, so secure.

“Are you sure you want this? That you want me?” he asked gently. “Do you understand what a night together means?”

“I know exactly what it means,” I whispered, staring deep into his eyes. “But I don’t think a human losing her virginity is the same as with wolves.”

I knew that mating used to be a much more serious event in a wolf’s life.

These days, there were many female wolves who had sex with whoever they wanted, racking up a tally just as freely as human women could if they wanted to.

But more traditional wolves knew that a female had one chance to choose her forever partner.

It was something that should be honored and respected.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

When he asked me that, I knew he was talking about tradition. He didn’t view me as just a human girl, someone who was less valuable than a female shifter. He saw me as an equal.

Night was asking me if I could promise to be his and know that I would never be anyone else’s. That question sealed it for me.

Night might have taken me from my home, but he’d given me the opportunity to find a new one that was full of love and possibility and warmth.

Even though I was human, even though I wasn’t technically “pack,” I loved the land, loved the Wargs, and most importantly, I loved the man who had taken my heart.

I leaned forward and kissed his chin, his jaw, his neck.

My hands slipped under his shirt, eager to feel his hot skin under my palms. I let my hands explore every bend and curve of his muscles before sinking lower to his belt.

Every touch, every caress was an enthusiastic yes, and I felt him melt beneath my touch.

“Bryn.” My name was a moan on his lips as I undid his belt and then the buttons and zipper that kept his jeans closed. “Bryn, I promise I will worship you. I will make it so good for you.”

I moaned, licking his throat.

“I’ll take things slowly,” he murmured. “I’ll let you feel everything.”

“I know,” I whispered. He shivered as my breath brushed over the spot I’d just licked. “I trust you, Night.”

His answering growl was so loud, I worried that someone might come running to check on us.

But that worry disappeared when Night pushed me down onto the bed, easing me flat against the mattress.

He sank to his knees at the side of the bed.

I expected him to climb on top of me and take me then, but he didn’t.

Instead, he took my hips and pulled me close until my knees were off the side of the bed, and my core was inches from his face.

If I was hot before, I was torrid then. Was he going to do that to me? That special thing I’d believed only happened to women in novels? I was almost scared to hope.

“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

He shushed me, running his hands up and down my thighs. “Trust me,” he murmured, “I just want to make you feel good.”

How could I refuse him? I relaxed my tense thighs. I trusted him implicitly, but I’d never had anyone so close to such an intimate part of me before.

He pressed kisses up my inner thigh. I wiggled and gave a small, whimpering moan as his lips moved closer and closer to where I was aching for his touch.

His hands slipped up my skirt, his fingertips tickling across the waistband of my panties.

I shivered as he slowly pulled them down my legs and over my feet.

With them gone, he pulled me even closer to the edge of the bed until my ass was nearly hanging off the side.

I gasped when I felt his hair tickle against my inner thighs, a gasp that became a moan as his lips finally touched me there.

He kissed me, letting out a low groan at the first taste of me.

Then he went in for more, lapping at my dripping slit.

I moaned louder, my hands clutching at the sheets. His tongue plunged deep inside me and then came out to taste that most sensitive nub, the one that was so eager for his attention, it throbbed.

“Night,” I cried, my thighs pressing against the sides of his head. I reached down to bury my fingers in his hair. My body had come alive with pleasure and electricity. Each movement of his wicked tongue took me to new heights of ecstasy.

I called his name again, and his answering groan was a muffled vibration against my core. My heartbeat had grown so loud, so powerful, and it beat at a galloping pace. I felt the pulse of it in every inch of my body; that persistent beat and my own gasping moans were the only sounds I could hear.

I writhed beneath the heated insistence of his tongue. I felt like I might die from the pressure that continued to mount inside me long before I felt the release. How was he so good. How did he know exactly what to do to make me feel even more deeply, more intensely?

Finally, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, my pulse filling my ears over the sound of my panting breaths, the pressure spilled over.

I clenched my legs tight around his head, my toes curling, back arching off the bed.

Pleasure gushed from my core, and I screamed.

The delicious, crackling climax crashed over me.

Wave after wave of hot, wonderful bliss rippled across my body, leaving me tense, immobile, and covered in sweat.

As I came down from that impossible high, my body relaxed into the bed. Weak from my orgasm, I propped myself up on shaking elbows to look down at Night. I found him watching me. His tongue ran slowly across his bottom lip, and his eyes were the bright green of hot flames.

“I—I didn’t know I could do that,” I stammered. “I’m sorry, I would’ve warned you if—”

“No.” His voice silenced me, gentle but firm. “I never want to hear you apologize. Not for that.”