Page 10 of Claimed by the Wolf (Wild Fated Shifters #1)

Sighing, I dig my keys out of my purse and unlock the door, walking inside.

“Where the hell have you been?” Nox’s voice is commanding, terrifying me in the darkness.

I reel back as the door closes, and I stumble. I don’t see him, but I feel him whip across the entranceway to catch me, his strong arms steadying me, his strong, masculine scent overwhelming me. A soft moan escapes my lips as that unsettled feeling in my soul finally relents.

“Are you okay?” His tone is much softer now as his grip on me loosens and the hall light flicks on. Worry darkens his face.

“What the hell are you doing in here, lurking in the dark?” I choke out, finding my voice.

He’s so close, his hands at his side now, but his massive frame inches from me as he towers over me.

“I’ve been calling you. Your brother has been calling you. The twins posted a strange story on social media that you were acting weird, and then you took off. And no one has heard from you in over an hour!”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I grunt

“Do you think I’d be here if I didn’t think there was some kind of emergency?”

I stalk into the house, pulling my purse off my shoulders. “I just went to meet them for a drink.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

I fall onto the couch. “I needed to think,” I admit, looking up at him. “Aren’t you on guard duty with the rest of the pack tonight?”

“Yes. That means looking after my territory. Everyone in my territory.”

He joins me on the couch, sitting much closer than he usually does.

I want to tell him to move away, but the words stick in my throat. I’ve been physically pining for him, and his closeness is a balm for my soul, however fleeting it is.

The worry in his brilliant blue irises doesn’t diminish. “You’re part of my pack, Brynn.”

I grimace and start to lower my head, but he captures my chin in his thumb and forefinger.

“No!” he growls. “Don’t look away. You scared me tonight. I thought something happened to you.”

My heart catches, and I bite on my lower lip. “I’m sorry,” I breathe. “I didn’t know you were looking for me. Honestly, I didn’t do it to worry you.”

His face softens more as he reads the sincerity on my face, but he says nothing.

Our gazes lock, the heat pulsating between us, and I know… our willpower is breaking down.

“Nox—”

“I want you,” he growls, his eyes glowing ethereally, a peculiar expression overtaking his face. “This longing I have for you, it’s not going away. And the way I felt tonight. If something happens to you, Brynn…”

“I know,” I whisper.

“We’re supposed to be together.” It’s not a question.

I can’t take it anymore.

Alpha or not, willpower or not, I have to taste his lips before I go. I push myself forward and crush my lips to his, silencing him as I knock him back slightly. The motion takes him aback, but he responds instead of pushing me away, his mouth parting.

Strong arms encircle my waist, finally drawing me fully against his muscled form, and waves of warmth wash over me.

This. This was what I wanted, what I needed, and craved from the moment our bond snapped into place.

Nox falls back against the couch cushions, and I straddle him, my ponytail sliding along his cheek as our kiss deepens, tongues teasing and exploring. His hands cup the curve of my ass, massaging firmly but gently, grinding me over his hardness.

He’s huge, just as I imagined he would be, the heat of him radiating through my panties as my skirt rides higher.

I pull back, albeit reluctantly, my eyes again meeting his as I wait for him to end this. His eyes blaze with determination, and I know there’s no stopping what we’ve started now. He’s already held out as long as he could.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Brynn,” he growls, seizing me by the waist to flip me over.

I’m on my back with my skirt around my waist.

He yanks at my tank top over my head to expose my naked breasts.

Hot breath fires over the taut skin of my nipples as my legs close around his hips, my hands twining into the thick, dark tresses of his hair.

I sigh happily as his teeth graze along the rigid skin of my nipples, his hands curling beneath me to cup my ass.

Arching upward, I close my eyes, savoring every sensation firing through my body as he kisses and explores every curve and hollow of my form.

My skirt makes its way to the floor, heat and wetness flowing through my center as Nox spreads my legs apart, and he presses kisses to my inner thighs.

“Oh…” I whisper, tensing beneath his skillful tongue when his mouth moves to my pussy.

Quick and firm, he finds my spots, still massaging at my rear, driving my climax as I cling to him, and I savor every sensation riding through my body. This connection is finally happening after too long. How long have I dreamt of this moment?

My eyes pop open, beads of sweat forming over my face. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch him. Intense blue eyes meet mine, the passion in his gaze driving me over the edge.

“Nox…” I cry out, falling back against the couch, clutching to the slick skin of his back.

Goosebumps rise across my skin as waves of passion roll through me, his grip tightening around my body. I’m here but not here, floating somewhere overhead as I lose myself against him.

There’s no more fighting it. We’re together at last, all caution be damned. I buck up, quivering and clenching, a wave of desire washing over me in pulsating jolts and release against him like it was my first time.

Endlessly, I moan, arching higher, the warmth of his breath and tongue sending me into a deeper intoxication.

“Mm,” he purrs between my legs, and another orgasm takes hold, rocking my body.

Quivering wildly, I spasm, over and over, my head spinning. I don’t ever want this to end. He snakes his way back up toward me, dropping kisses over me until his face levels with mine again.

“You taste exactly how I dreamed.”

I cling desperately to him, pulling at his shirt to feel his hot flesh against mine.

He presses himself to me, my fingers trembling to free him of his pants, the ripple of his abs against my belly enhancing the headiness that has me hovering somewhere over the living room.

He slides out of his pants and lowers himself between my legs.

I gasp lightly, tipping my head back to look at him with huge, awe-struck eyes. He’s massive, the head of his shaft probing against my soaking center, ready for him.

He crushes his lips to mine, refusing to let himself reconsider his next moves.

And I’m so glad he’s taking control, claiming me.

I would go crazy if he stopped now. I would never recover.

Slowly, I arch upward, spreading myself wider for him, and he slides inside me, filling me deeply.

My nails dig into the flesh of his shoulders, and my eyes close again, my neck falling back for his lips to explore.

We’ve officially hit the point of no return now.