Page 16 of Claiming Xan (Shifters of Greymercy #7)

XAN

I spent the first two restless nights of my heat in Shay’s tiny craft room, fucking myself with a variety of toys while trying my damndest not to be too loud. I even covered my face with a pillow, but Shay’s place was small and shifter hearing was keen. Ugh.

And the dildos weren’t cutting it. Not even the knotty ones. My body ached for cock in a way it hadn’t before. I was ready to put my plan into action.

I used my phone to book a few nights’ stay in a hotel just outside of Greymercy. Luckily, they had available rooms and were able to accommodate my needs. So what if it cost a little more money? You can’t take it with you when you die.

Once that was settled, it was time for part two. I waited until Donovan had gone to work, then pulled Shay aside.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

“Uh-oh… What is it?” He stared at me, his smile slipping into a look of concern. “You have that look in your eye that tells me you’re up to no good.” When I only smiled, he groaned. “Xan? What are you planning?”

I heaved a sigh. “I need to get laid,” I told him. “Badly. Silicone just isn’t doing it for me. I have everything set up, but I need an alibi. All I need you to do is cover for me if Mom comes sniffing around. Tell her I’m here, that I’m in the shower or indisposed or something.”

Shay bit down on his bottom lip. “You want me to lie to our Alpha?”

I pouted. “Please? For me?”

He crossed both arms over his chest. “This doesn’t have anything to do with River, does it?” I opened my mouth to argue, but no sound came out, and my hesitation was all he needed to hear. Shay threw his hands up in the air. “Xan!”

“I can’t help it, okay!” I cried. “I need him!”

“This is a bad idea,” Shay warned. “You’re going to get hurt.”

I growled, more in frustration than anything else. “He isn’t like that. Why doesn’t anyone see that but me? He’s not a bad person, he’s just?—”

My friend held up his hand and I closed my mouth with a snap. “Okay. I get it. You like who you like. You’ve always been a bit of a stubborn dickhead.”

He let out a soft laugh. “I’ll cover for you, but please… Be careful. I don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to a call that said you’ve been raped and murdered.”

I snorted. “Well, it definitely wouldn’t be rape…”

“Xan!”

“Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Shay, you’re the best.” I flung my arms around him in a big bear hug. He patted me on the back, then pushed me back.

“Anything not to hear you moaning like a cat in heat all night long.” He winked at me.

Oh god. My face blistered with heat. I covered it with both hands. “I was trying to be quiet!”

Shay only laughed.

After lunch, I gathered up all my stuff, toys and all, and stuffed them into my bag. I said goodbye to Shay and told him to thank Donovan for putting up with me, then drove the nineteen miles to the Fairway Inn.

Once I was checked in and had my room keys, I headed up to the third floor via the elevator—because there was no way in hell I was taking the stairs—and located room 333. My lucky number, apparently.

I let myself in.

The room was nice, spacious, with a queen sized bed meticulously made up in starched white sheets and a hunter green bedspread to match the accents in the room. That wouldn’t last long. Two small wooden end tables sat on either side of the headboard, each one holding a simple lamp.

There was both a shower and a jacuzzi tub in the cream-tiled bathroom, which is exactly what I’d wanted, because after fucking like bunnies for days straight, a long hot soak would be exactly what the doctor ordered.

I drew all the blinds in the room, then stripped out of my clothing and crawled up onto the bed. It was firm, like most hotel beds were. I stretched out on my back and held my phone out, snapping a provocative selfie.

Then I texted River the selfie, along with the address and room number. Waiting for you… ;) My heart kicked as I sent it.

It was read almost immediately, but there was no bouncing dots, no response back. Hopefully that meant he was on his way, and didn’t have a change of heart and had decided to ignore me. Otherwise I might have to go fishing at a club, instead. I needed dick, and I needed it now.

I set my phone down and propped myself up with pillows, stroking myself with one hand while I fantasized about River barging in through the door and taking me like a buck in rut. Be still my heart…

My fist moved faster and faster as I ground my ass into the bed. My hole fluttered and clenched around the sizable butt plug I’d inserted earlier, knowing I’d need some prep to take River’s knot, and god, I wanted River’s knot…

I was so, so very close when suddenly, there was a sharp knock at the door. I gasped and rolled out of bed, padding over to the door naked as the day I was born, my cock erect and dripping and pheromones washing off of me in waves.

Please be River, I prayed as I flung the door open—and god, what a sight for sore eyes.

He stood there like a statue, his nostrils flaring as he looked me up and down.

Heat sizzled beneath my skin when he growled and shoved me back into the room, slamming the door and locking the deadbolt behind him.

I shivered at the sheer intensity burning in those strange eyes of his. I swallowed hard and took a step towards him, but he was faster.

Grabbing my wrist in one hand, he flipped us so that my back was flat against the door, my hand pinned to the wood beside my head. He did the same with the other one.

And then he kissed me, hard. Hard enough that I quivered and nearly turned into a puddle right there beneath him. His tongue thrust between my lips with a ferocity that was unmatched and I mewled into his mouth, gasping at the way he fucked into my mouth with wild abandon.

I dissolved into whimpers, my head thunking back against the door as River molested me in all the best of ways. When we finally came up for air, I gasped in breath after breath, robbed of it.

“Damn,” River uttered. “You smell so fucking good.”

“Need it,” I panted back, pulling free of his restraints only to grab his shirt and yank it unceremoniously over his head. It fluttered to the floor and I sank to my knees before my Alpha. I could already smell him, heady and musky, through his jeans.

I popped the button and worked the zipper, then pulled his pants down around his thighs to free his already-hard cock. Burying my face in his groin, I breathed him in with a low moan. Fuck yes… Alpha.

I wasted no time; I went to town, wrapping my lips around his thick cock, sucking and licking him until he was impossibly hard and leaking onto my tongue.

River grabbed my hair and jerked his hips, thrusting himself deeper into my mouth. I coughed as his cockhead hit the back of my throat, but quickly relaxed and swallowed around him.

But that didn’t seem to be what the Alpha wanted, because he picked me up and all but tossed me onto the bed. He tore off the rest of his clothes and pounced on me.

We kissed and touched and groped and grinded, our bodies heated as our skin slid together. It was everything, yet it wasn’t enough. I needed more.

I rolled onto my hands and knees and thrust my ass out at him. River cracked me across the cheek, making me yelp. “More!”

He grabbed two handfuls of my ass cheeks and spread them, then gave a hoarse chuckle when he found me already prepped, plugged and stretched for him. “God, you really are a slut, aren’t you?”

“Just fuck me,” I cried, arching my back and offering him my ass. “I need it, River, please . I’m burning up!”

I buried my face in the pillows and whimpered as River toyed with the plug, rocking it from side to side, sending little shockwaves of pleasure through me. My hips jerked, so he slapped me again.

“Patience.” Then, blissfully, he slowly removed the plug. I felt it stretch as it slid from my channel, along with the gush of slick that flooded out along with it, dripping down my balls.

“So fucking hot,” River murmured as he easily slipped two fingers inside of me. Panting for more, I rocked back against them, but it didn’t last long before he retreated once more.

Everything inside of me stilled as I felt something much bigger nudge up and down my crack. “Sure you can take this?” he asked, slapping his cockhead against my hole.

I nodded like I was a bobblehead doll. “Please! Fuck me, River, I need—AH!” Without warning, River slammed into me with one solid thrust that had me toppling forwards onto the mattress.

Pain and pleasure dotted my vision as it blurred and went hazy, but he didn’t stop; he pulled out and fucked right back into me again, and again, and again, until I was writhing and panting and pleading beneath him.

I grasped at the sheets for dear life as River fucked me, hard and fast and rough, his claws digging into my sides. It was so much, so raw and overwhelming and feral that I went careening over the edge with a scream, my cock pulsing ribbons of cum over the bed, completely untouched.

River snarled and thrust in in short, jerky bursts as his knot swelled tighter and tighter, tying us together before he came as well. Heat pooled inside of me as he howled his release, before a sharp pain at my neck gave way to another mind-blowing orgasm.

I collapsed into the sheets, shaking all over, dazed with River’s fangs buried into my flesh. River growled low, the sound reverberating in my ear, and I shivered at the word that was birthed by that sound: “Mine.”

Oh god. Mom was going to kill us both.