CHAPTER TEN
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Claude
Returning to the compound was a greater challenge than facing Remington’s goons. Seeing the fields empty, the cottages worn from weather and age, and the people looking more tattered than they had seven years ago made my throat tighten.
How could Remington have allowed such degradation? It was unfair and unjust, the kind of crime that enraged me to my core. Feeling that my anger was growing, I reached for my mate, keeping her hand steady in mine as we wandered into a crowd of shifters.
There were perhaps twenty or so left of the original pack. Dante had been right about Remington’s supporters fleeing—which left room for us to move in and take over. As soon as we reached the alpha’s old home, tears sprang to April’s eyes, those glorious icy blue glaciers flooding upon seeing the ruins of her previous life.
“I want it destroyed,” she whispered to Dante. “We’ll take an empty cottage, please.”
Dante quickly became April’s assistant, moving at lightning speed to get things done. He was dedicated to her and the pack, proving himself loyal in every gesture. The moment we were settled into a new home with Viola and Destiny in their own rooms was the moment I yanked my mate into the main bedroom and smashed my lips to hers.
Hands flew to my jeans, tearing open the zipper. Warm fingers slithered beneath the waistband of my briefs, toying with my cock that was already fully erect. As she stroked my shaft, I yanked her tank top down, exposing her plump breasts for me to devour.
Hungry growls rose in my throat, echoing between our bodies as I lapped at her right nipple. The nub hardened instantly, pebbled with goosebumps as my tongue decorated the tip. Her soft mewls reverberated in my ear as she tugged on my cock with an urgency that told me she couldn’t wait.
I couldn’t wait either.
Removing her clothes was no difficult task. Soon, the barriers preventing our union were piled in a heap, her naked body curved against my stiff muscles. Aches and pains rose in every direction that I heatedly ignored in favor of pleasing her, too eager to have my cock plunged in her depths to worry about any lingering injuries.
“Alpha,” I whispered in her ear, delighted by the way she shivered. “You may lead your people to victory, but I will always be in charge of you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I belong to you…”
The sound of those words invited my primal instinct to take over. I yanked her into my lap on the bed and slid my hard cock against her slit. Fluid gushed to greet my shaft, soaking me in preparation for my invasion. Electricity zapped my skin wherever she touched me, her soft fingers stroking the outline of my muscles as she sat up.
She nestled the head of my cock at her entrance and smiled shyly as she slid down, lips parting wider with each inch she accepted. My eyes rolled back as her channel engulfed my cock, heat radiating from her in comforting waves. I gripped her hips and held her steady, hips eager to thrust.
But I knew I had to be careful with her. All of her experiences like this hadn’t been productive. As much as I needed to be in control, I also needed to be the caring Daddy that she deserved. And she did deserve to be treated like the princess she was.
Her lips quivered with desire as I slowly thrust into her, hips rolling like a piston in long strokes that massaged her channel. With the light of day spilling into the room, I could witness all the marks left from her old life. The scar tissue that decorated her skin matched the scars I wore as well, inviting me to sit up and press my lips to the one over her heart.
Soft coos erupted from her lips as I marked a path of kisses to each scar I could see. The ones I couldn’t reach with my mouth were caressed by my fingers, a healing touch provided to every one. Upon completion, I returned to her breasts, suckling with loving slurps at her left nipple.
Her satisfied mewls encouraged me to thrust faster. I held her by the small of her back, dutifully sucking her nipple and lapping at the hardened nub when I needed air. Her fingers tangled into my hair and gripped hard, urging me to continue my dedicated worship of her body.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered breathlessly. “Claim me.”
I slurped her nipple hard before surfacing and meeting her gaze. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want to be yours—forever.”
My fangs extended without any prompting. I tucked her into my arms and leaned forward, switching our positions in one fluid motion. As I nudged between her thighs, fluid gushing around my cock, I tilted her chin to expose her neck.
The main artery that carried life-saving blood to every inch of her body beat madly beneath the skin, the vein twitching with each beat of her heart. I could scent the desire on her skin, the way her energy had shifted in just a few short minutes of making love. She wanted me to do this—I could tell.
I traced her lips with my thumb, widening her mouth with each circulation as I pierced her in long, fervent thrusts. Every smack was capped by a squeak that vibrated my thumb, prompting me to plunge into her mouth. I gripped her chin gently but firmly as I nestled my mouth into her neck.
Not yet, I thought. She’s not there yet…
“Daddy…”
Her thighs tightened around my hips, urging me to thrust harder. The sensitive parts of my cock tickled me to my core and nearly sent me over the edge as her channel throbbed around my shaft. Grunting, I held tight to my eruption. I didn’t want to burst just yet.
Another squeak signaled her imminent explosion. I widened my mouth, positioning my fangs precisely where they needed to be as I retained my rhythm. When she clutched my hips and squealed, I buried my teeth into her neck, drawing mouthfuls of blood as she shivered.
Channel choking my cock and nails plunged into my skin, we became one. I released her neck and spat on the wound so it would heal, watching as the skin easily patched itself back together. What remained was reminiscent of a hickey in the form of scar tissue.
It would be the very last scar she would ever bear on her skin.
I sat up from my task, licking her remaining blood off my lips. She held my gaze as she arched into me, face flooded with pleasure as I tripled my thrusts.
“Come inside me, Daddy,” she begged weakly. “Fill me up.”
“Yes, baby girl. I’m all yours.”
I leaned back as I lifted her hips, exposing more of her muff for the taking. With feverish smacks, I chased after her orgasm, twitching hard as I buried myself deep and burst. Spurt after spurt sent me spiraling into a state of bliss, the last of my energy draining from me and packing her channel.
One final growl later and I was a sweaty heap next to her, panting as I tugged her into my arms. I chanted that she was mine, a personal prayer that I swore would come true every single day. As long as she would allow it, I would keep her.
I would own her.
“All mine,” I repeated breathlessly as I dusted kisses over her cheek. “Which means I’m all yours. And all that comes with it.”
“Daddy,” she whispered weakly. “That means I should tell you…”
“You can’t have children.”
She lifted her head, panic striking her features.