Page 59 of X-Clan The Origin

Something big settled over me, dwarfing me, making me feel small and trapped.

No.

Not trapped.

Protected.

Lips ghosted against mine.

A tongue.

Air.

Jonas pushed a breath into my mouth, forcing me to inhale.

It was all woodsy masculinity and hot excitement.

My Alpha.

I dug my nails into his shoulders, my wolf having sprung free in her need to claim.

Just as he drove inside me.

Harshly. Thoroughly. All the way to the hilt.

My lips parted on a soundless scream, my lungs requiring more air to fulfill the need to yelp or moan or shout or shriek.

But Jonas was there.

Breathing for me.

Renewing my spirit with life as he claimed me with his tongue and cock.

His brutal pace satisfied my inner beast, her growl one I felt echoing from deep within. I pushed my hips up to meet his, my legs having wrapped around his waist of their own accord.

“More.” The word came from my mouth, but it wasn’t my thought. It was from my wolf. Or an urge I was translating for her. I didn’t understand.

Jonas growled in response, his own beast seeming to have taken control.

Rutting.

This was him giving his wolf authority toclaim.

And there was nothing I could do to fight him. Not that I wanted to. Because my wolf had already decided to give this male everything.

She encouraged me to expose my throat.

But Jonas merely wrapped his palm around my neck and used his thumb to draw my mouth back to his.

He wanted to kiss me. Fuck me. Own me from the inside out.Thenhe would bite me.

I could feel the intention in every thrust, every tender stroke of his tongue, and in the intense way he held my neck and hip.

I was his.

Utterly owned.

Yet not in the way I’d feared.