Page 52 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha

The way he was looking at me right now, the way he turned his head to lick the inside of my knee, caused desire to flare within me again.

Though I’d just had my first and an unbelievably intense orgasm, though I could have fallen asleep feeling more satisfied than I had ever felt before, I was eager for more.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked like he could read my thoughts.

I nodded, but he would have been able to see the affirmative in my eyes. He got to his feet, removing his shirt and kicking his pants and shoes away. He pitched an incredible tent.

“I want you out of that dress,” he said, his voice almost impossible to decipher over the rumbling in his chest. “I want you naked. Now.”

I went along with his command without question. I sat up slowly, reaching around to undo my bra. I removed it first, pulling it over my head and tossing it to the floor. Night watched me hungrily. He pushed down his boxers, his cock finally free to stand proudly erect.

I gasped at the sight of it. I’d known he was large, had felt him against my leg. But seeing it now—uncut and twitching with lust, the tip moistened with beads of precum—the worry I’d had about it not fitting was replaced with desperate excitement. I wanted him to rip me in half.

“Bryn.” Night’s voice was half commanding, half pleading. “The dress, please.”

My eyes snapped up to his, and a slow smile spread over my face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say please,” I said. The bravery I’d felt earlier returned as I slowly eased the dress up my body, watching the way his eyes followed my movements. “I think I ought to reward you.”

“Bryn.” His tone was a warning, but there was excitement under it too. He liked the way I spoke to him.

I pulled the dress over my head and threw it over my shoulder.

I was exposed now, every bit as naked as Night himself.

The women in my romance novels often felt self-conscious the first time they were nude for their lovers, but I didn’t want to hide my body from Night.

I saw the awe—the reverence in his eyes.

I saw the way his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed.

I basked in his attention, loving the way his eyes coveted every inch of my body.

I felt powerful and lovely and desirable beneath his gaze.

Why would I hide when all I wanted was for him to have me, to love me?

“Come here, Night. I want to taste you too.”

Night bit his lip, but this time he obeyed my command.

He stepped closer to the bed until he was within arm’s length.

I reached for him, my hands smoothing gently up and down his hard length.

He twitched, his breath easing between his teeth.

Taking that as encouragement, I moved closer.

I took a tentative lick, just at the tip of his cock, and Night just about jumped out of his skin.

I giggled and then licked at him again, this time following the length of him down to the base, which was covered in curly, dark hair.

“Ah,” he breathed, smoothing his hands through my hair. “Bryn, you…how are you so g—”

He cut off with a grunt as I slowly took him into my mouth.

I tasted the salt of his precum on my tongue and hummed with pleasure, working my way down another couple of inches.

I began to bob back and forth over his cock, mindful of my teeth, and of the way I pressed my tongue against him.

I loved the way he filled my mouth, the slightly sweet taste of his skin.

I wanted to give him the best blowjob of his life, but I wasn’t confident enough to take more than the first few inches of him. Thankfully, Night didn’t seem to mind.

“Fuuckkkk,” he shuddered, even as he watched me, his eyes bleary and tender with pleasure. “Bryn, I…”

I increased my speed, steadying myself with my hands on his hips. I wanted to pay him back for the pleasure he had given me, to make sure he knew that I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel.

“Bryn.” His growling, stern voice made me pause.

Worried that I’d lost control and scraped him with my teeth, I released him from my mouth, the hollow pop sounding through the room.

“Are you okay?” I asked, wiping saliva from my chin with the back of my hand. “Did I hurt you?”

His answering, breathless chuckle eased my fears. He took my chin in his hand, bending to kiss me gently on the lips. “You could never hurt me,” he murmured. “It was too good. It was getting too hard to hold back.”

I was confused at first, but my face heated again as I understood. I smiled, pushing my hair behind my ear. “Well then, I’m ready if you are?”

He answered me with another kiss. This time, I could taste myself on his tongue, and I moaned into his mouth. He growled back, pushing me against the bed. He kissed down my neck and over my breast, where he sucked my nipple into his mouth. I moaned again, louder this time.

Excitement was a sweet ache deep within my core, an ache that only he could soothe. I needed him.

He covered me with his hard, warm body. I slowly pushed my hands up his chest and over his shoulders before wrapping my arms around his neck.

My legs opened for him a second time, and he fit his hips between them.

The tip of his cock caressed my opening, prodding me gently.

I shivered, trying to open myself wider for him.

Night reached between us to steady himself, and then he guided the first inches of his cock inside.

I broke our kiss with a sharp, surprised gasp.

Night gazed down at me, his eyes a warm, forest green. “You okay?” he asked.

I didn’t answer right away. It was the strangest sensation to have something inside me in a place nothing had ever been before. But soon, my body adjusted, and the slight, throbbing ache subsided. I kissed his chin. “Keep going.”

He went more slowly the next few inches.

His moan told me how difficult it was for him to take his time, and I loved him even more for being so patient with me, so gentle.

I felt his stomach press flush against mine when he was all the way in.

I shivered, surprised but so pleased that I’d been able to take all of him.

And then Night began to move. True to his word, I felt every inch with each slow, purposeful thrust. Though awkward at first, my body was quick to warm up to the sensation, and what had started out as a slight ache soon became hot, deep ecstasy.

Night pressed down into me, hiding his face in my neck as he increased his pace.

My nails dug into his back. My nipples, hardened and sensitive from all that he’d done and was doing to me, grazed against his chest, sending electricity through my body.

His name became a breathless pant on my lips, and I begged him to give me more, to go harder, faster.

His hands gripped the sheets at either side of my head. My breasts heaved and bounced, my body rocking with the motion of his needy thrusts. Tears filled my eyes and spilled over. I was close to another release. I could sense it just at the edge…

“Cum for me, Bryn,” he growled into my neck. “Now.”

It was all I’d needed to push me there. I couldn’t even scream with the force of my orgasm.

It tore through my body, and I trembled in the wake of it.

As I clenched around him, his low, rumbling growl reverberating from his chest and into mine, I felt his mouth, full of wolf’s fangs, on my shoulder.

I thought with bated breath that he was going to sink his teeth into me.

At that moment, I’d never wanted anything more than for him to do it.

But he stopped short of biting me. Instead, he came, filling me with his hot seed.

I ran my nails down his back as the aftershock of such intense satisfaction flowed through my body.

After a moment, Night slowly pulled out of me.

Both of us shivered when our connection was severed, but he quickly gathered me into his arms.

I felt so good, so safe.

We had mated, and even though I was human, I had promised myself to him.

He didn’t claim me, and that somewhat tempered the happiness I felt after what we’d done.

But I pushed that thought away. I wasn’t sure that a claiming bite would work on me anyway, and it didn’t matter.

I didn’t need it to know that I was bound to him in ways that I would never be bound to another.

I cuddled against his side, my eyes slipping closed.

Night murmured something under his breath, something I didn’t quite catch, and then exhaustion carried me to sleep.