Claimed by the Pack

He began thrusting harder, working to give me every last inch of his manhood. Shoving it deeper into my grinding, churning womb.

“More…”

There was a fire in my belly — an itch I just couldn’t scratch, no matter what I tried. One that hadn’t been scratched since… well, not in a long time.

It was unfortunate, losing them the way I had. Broderick and Damien had been intelligent. Fearless. As lovers, they’d been as beautiful as they were insatiable.

Maybe you moved too quickly. Maybe you shouldn’t have—

No. Bullshit. In the end, they’d made their choice. They’d gone against us — against me — and for that, there was no turning back for them. At one point maybe, if they’d got on their knees and begged. But certainly not now.

Not after her.

“Are you sure he has it?” I growled, my hands clawing into my lover’s chest. I went just a little too hard. Christophe flinched as ten red streaks sprang up across his hard pectorals, some even trailing blood.

The sudden bucking motion felt great inside me, though.

“Are you sure you didn’t drop it in the courtyard, or have it torn from your neck during your struggle in the underhalls?”

Christophe responded by digging his fingers deep into the supple flesh of my hips. Pain flared, causing me to gasp sharply. But it was just enough pain. Exactly enough. He shifted into me and thrust hard against my gyrating hips, causing a wave of intense pleasure to ripple through my body.

YES!

He fucked me hard, using his strong arms to keep me centered on his body. Rocking me back and forth along the length of his hard shaft, a motion designed to get him off more than me.

This is why I mated him.

He was taking what he wanted, as an alpha should. Not really caring for my own needs at all. That was okay though. I knew well enough to take care of myself.

He reminds me of Broderick…

I squeezed hard with my inner muscles, milking him inside me. I didn’t stop until I heard him groan,

And of Damien.

Three. I was mated to three now. And three of course, was better than two. Or so I’d told myself, after they’d left.

In reality though, only Christophe was this satisfying. Boone too, but to a much lesser extent. And Lionel…

Lionel not at all.

I sighed, reveling in the feel of being taken hard and deep. Of being dominated by someone, even just temporarily. I could feel the heat again, rising up, coming from that special place. Making me want to let it all go. Making me want to surrender.

It’s still not like it was, though.

The voice in my head made me angry. I shoved it away in frustration, just as Boone leaned in to kiss me from the side. I’d been neglecting him. Probably intentionally. His fault though, for not taking what he needed.

He’s not like Damien or Broderick. Not at all…

I turned my head. Boone followed with his lips, kissing my neck, but I only thrashed away. I could come, if he’d leave me alone. It was the exact opposite of what I was used to.

“Finish me,” I groaned in frustration. “Christophe, I—”

He knew enough to do the right thing. Rolling me onto my back, he pushed my legs over my head and began screwing me with hard, deep thrusts. His hands clamped my ankles, and I could feel the enormous strength there. The tension in his forearms, as he tried to hold back.

It felt good. Finally! My eyelids fluttered as I gave myself over. My hands clawed out for something… anything at all. They finally settled over the bulge of his biceps, triggering my orgasm.

“FUCK…”