Page 81 of Claimed By the Rival Alpha

NIGHT

Her name was a sigh on my lips as I pushed her onto her back. I hovered over her body, taking in her soft smile, her flushed cheeks, and her bright eyes the color of blue steel. “Are you sure?” I asked. “You’ll tell me if your injuries start to hurt?”

She pushed herself up onto her elbows and ran her tongue from my collarbone to my neck, where my pulse beat hardest. “I’m more than ready, Night,” she said, her breath cooling the spot she’d licked, sending shivers down my spine. “I’ve waited too long already.”

Well, I didn’t need to be told twice.

I caught her mouth again, and we fell to the bed together.

Her legs spread open beneath me, and the wonderful, intoxicating scent of her wafted between us, making my wolf and I purr with desire.

Careful to avoid the Alpha wound, I trailed kisses from her mouth, over her throat and down to her soft, round breasts, lapping at one of the hardened, pink peaks.

“Night,” she moaned as I pulled one into my mouth. She dragged her fingers through my hair and tugged, biting her lip as I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

As I switched to the other side, I let my hand caress down her stomach to her sweet pussy. She moaned as I stroked her slowly up and down. Already, my girl was so wet for me. I let go of her nipple so I could continue kissing down past her stomach to taste the treasure there.

I dragged my tongue up and down her salted honey flavor.

She gasped my name as I slipped a finger inside, her muscles clenching around me.

So much time apart had made her every bit as tight as the first time we made love.

But I wouldn’t complain. With a bit of encouragement, I’d soon have her loosened up again.

Her hands found my hair again, more insistent. “Harder,” she whimpered. “Please, Night.”

Her sweet voice made my cock twitch. “That’s my good girl,” I said, easing in another finger. “How’s that?” Before she answered, I resumed my meal, lapping at her lower lips before focusing on her clit. It pulsed under my tongue.

“Y-yes—!” Her fingers tightened in my hair. “Night, yes!”

I pumped my fingers in and out of her warmth, curving them upward to the spot I knew she loved.

She panted my name again and again in time with my thrusting.

I used my free hand to hold her steady as she trembled, pressing my face more firmly into her softness.

Looking up at her, I admired the way her breasts trembled and bounced with each move she made.

I loved watching her gorgeous face contort with pleasure.

Her climax wasn’t far off. I could sense it.

She had to have been exhausted from her fight with Troy, but she bucked beneath me as I pressed the pads of my fingers to that spot.

My mate was so strong. So incredible. And all mine.

I upped the pace until her soft thighs tightened around my head.

Then, I pulled my fingers out so I could plunge my tongue inside.

I lost myself in her taste, in the way her smooth skin felt against mine, in the way her screams echoed around the room.

I kept her orgasm going as long as possible, pushing it on and on with just my tongue.

When her body gave out, I let her fall to the bed again. She panted beneath me, her face bright red, her arm draped across her eyes. I licked my lips and wiped my chin with the heel of my hand as I looked down at her. My beauty, my mate.

“Finished already?” I asked, pushing my pants down.

“N-no.” She pulled her arm away and peered up at me with eyes that took hold of my heart and squeezed. When she saw that I was naked, those eyes began to burn with want. She drank in every inch of me, and reached out. “I want it.”

“Oh, sweet thing,” I crawled over her again, “I know you do.”

Our kisses became more insistent, more searching.

Her tongue found mine as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I reached down to tease her open with my cock.

She spread her legs wider. I broke our kiss to groan as I pushed inside.

Knowing what she felt like, it was the sweetest torture to go so slow, but I didn’t want to stretch her too fast.

Her fingers dug into my skin, and she lifted her head to watch me fill her up.

As I eased those last few inches in, she threw her head back and gave a trembling sigh.

With the next thrust, she bit her lip. I cradled her close to my chest so that every inch of her was flush with every inch of me.

I felt her heart beating through her chest and into mine, an intimacy I’d never shared with any other woman.

I pressed my forehead to hers and began to thrust.

“Ohhh,” she purred. “Niiight—!”

Never had my name sounded better than when she moaned it out like that.

When slow stopped being enough for her, I pushed her down to the mattress and buried my face in her neck, upping the pace.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, and my teeth sharpened. It was time, and I was ready, but I had to ask her again.

“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.

She growled at me, an actual growl that surprised me with its ferocity. “Hurry up and bite me before I bite you first.”

I would have laughed, but my wolf surged forward.

It was all the encouragement we needed. I sped up my thrusts, and her growl softened to a moan as I hit her favorite spot.

She clenched around me, her fingers tightening in my hair, and I bit her right over the spot where Redwolf had attempted to mark her.

The bitterness of the Alpha wound tried to invade my mouth, but my will was much stronger.

She grunted in pain. I hated that this moment was at all tainted by what Troy had done to her.

Soon, the bitterness faded away, and her blood rushed into my mouth, luscious and hot and intoxicating.

She cried out again, in pleasure this time.

“Mine,” I roared into her mind, teeth still deep in her flesh.

“Yours,” she gasped.

To complete the claiming, Bryn bit deep into my shoulder, mirroring my bite. Our wolves rushed to meet each other, howling with delight, and as they met, our climaxes rushed over us, sweet and tingling with electricity and fire. I came hard inside her, and I felt her shiver from the force of it.

I felt our connection like a strong cord that wrapped around us, binding us inextricably to each other.

When the waves of pleasure finally calmed, we collapsed beside each other, the sheets damp with sweat and blood.

I felt deliciously satisfied, full and whole and with a sense of inner peace I’d never known before.

Troy’s scent was gone from the bed, just as it was meant to be.

Bryn cuddled closer, and I automatically pulled her against me.

Our wounds were gone, even the wheezing rattle in her chest had disappeared.

I felt like I could take on the entire Kings pack on my own and still come out on top.

But at the same time, a deep, satisfied exhaustion settled over me.

I turned my head to nuzzle into her hair.

I must have fallen asleep for a few minutes, because when I opened my eyes again, Bryn was lying on top of me, her breasts flush with my chest. She rested her cheek just below my collarbone and followed the pattern of my tattoo with her fingertips.

“Night,” she whispered, “I wonder if you’re happy.”

I chuckled. “Is that a real question?”

Her head lifted quickly, her cheeks flushing. “I—I thought you were asleep.”

“I think I was.” I turned onto my side and pulled her tight against me so that every inch of me was pressed against every inch of her, just the way I’d wanted to this morning.

“Oh.” There was a cute, shy pause before she said, “Well, yes, it’s a real question. I want to hear the truth from your lips.”

It struck me how similar the two of us were. The odds of either of us finding our mates in a world as hard and as cruel as this one were so slim. It almost felt too good to be true that fate, with the shit hand it had dealt us, would bring the two of us together.

“Night?” she asked again.

“I never thought I would know happiness like this,” I said.

When I spoke, my voice was thick with emotion.

I tried to swallow it down, but it wouldn’t budge.

“You have changed my entire world, Bryn. And I know that I was an asshole to you for a long time, but I hope you can forgive me and let me show you over and over that I can be a wolf who’s worthy of you. ”

Tears filled her eyes and slipped out. She was better at this than I was.

She could tap into this vulnerable side of herself so quickly without letting it destroy her.

And she could smile so easily, even after all that Troy had put her through.

She was so incredibly strong, and my love for her swelled.

“You have nothing to prove, Night,” she told me through her tears.

“I can feel you in each beat of my heart, in my soul, and I know that I am complete.” She moved my hand to her chest, and I felt her heart beating hard and fast, in sync with mine.

“You’ve given me a family and a place where I belong.

You are my everything, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. ”

Hearing her say these things, I closed my eyes, a tear slipping down my own cheek.

I didn’t feel ashamed of it, not when I had my soulmate there to comfort me, kiss me, and hold me.

Bryn had chosen me, she made me feel special and wanted.

I could never want for anything as long as I had her by my side.

And I would be dead in the ground before I let another soul take her away from me.