Claimed by the Pack

And now he was asking about my powers.

I couldn’t think. Couldn’t breathe. All I could sense was his proximity to me; the heat of his body, the smell of musk and sweat and the coppery scent of blood. And something else, too. Something more primitive and robust. Something that was driving me absolutely wild.

“Serena, I—”

Our eyes locked, and everything stopped. All I could hear was the sound of my heartbeat, echoed by his own. Beating together against the shadows and silence, other than the soft hiss of the kerosene heater somewhere far, far away.

I leaned in and he met me, crushing his lips against my own. It was like being swept away by a wave. A wave of love and lust and longing, a wave of ravenous excitement I’d been fighting and avoiding and losing the battle against, until all that was left was to lay back and allow it to finally wash over me.

And oh… oh God did it ever wash over me!

We kissed like lost lovers, like two powerful magnets clicking inseparably together. It couldn’t have been soft, couldn’t possibly have happened slowly. Instead my clothes flew off as he tore them away, my hands slipping between us to shove down his shorts, almost like the very presence of them offended me.

There were no words. Honestly, there was just nothing to say. Our tongues dueled as our bodies writhed together, and then Broderick was laying me out on the mattress, spreading me open with just the weight of his body.

I could feel his hard cock, trapped between our warm bellies. It was even bigger now, hot and engorged and throbbing like crazy. We kissed some more, my breasts mashed against his hard, beautiful chest, my nipples stiffening at the contact. The need to be taken by him was overwhelming. It was the most terrible thirst in the world, waiting to be slaked. The worst possible itch, begging to be scratched.

Nothing else mattered other than him — his body, his cock, penetrating me deeply as the only way to end the torment. Somehow I knew it would end with our mutual release; that if for some reason we stopped now I would surely die. There was only one thing that could satiate me, and him as well, for in my mind’s eye I could feel his pain, his torment, as well as all of my own.

Holy fuck just DO IT!

I bucked my hips against him urgently. Grabbed his strong, virile body and pulled it upwards as if I could possibly move it, as if I could somehow make him fuck me. I might as well have tried moving a building. Broderick had to be two-hundred and twenty pounds of sheer Scandinavian muscle, and that muscle moved only when he willed it to.

“Please…” I finally begged. “Please, you have to end this…”

The pain was in his eyes now too. I could see it there, building steadily, dragging down the corners of his eyelids until he looked almost sad. He’s prolonging it for a reason, I told myself. He’s got to be…

If he was, I couldn’t possibly fucking imagine why.

“Broderick… Broderick… Oh God…”

He lowered his chin and began kissing my neck. The feel of his lips dragging over my skin drove me crazy. I felt his tongue flick out, his breath warm against my ear. I couldn’t take it. It was too much…

I gasped suddenly as he shifted his weight, positioning himself between my thighs. When he grabbed my hips in his strong hands and lifted them up, I almost fainted with relief.

He looked at me, and his eyes gleamed with a life all their own. I chewed my lip seductively and nodded.

“Do it.”

He plunged inside me in a single stroke, causing us both to cry out loudly in sheer, ecstatic delirium. His expression was happiness, confusion, pain — everything at once, all of it crashing over his brain in an explosion of intensity and raw sensation.

MY GOD…

I watched relief flood Broderick’s gorgeous face as he soaked up the exquisite joy of being fully inside me.

20

BRODERICK

She felt glorious on the inside. Like I was being reborn.

Nothing had prepared me for how badly I’d need her, or how rapidly things would progress. The Call very quickly had become an unstoppable force. One that neither one of us could ignore forever.

It just so happened we were alone together — the both of us pumped with heat and adrenaline. And of course, we had a bed. Not that one was necessary of course, but it sure never hurt.

I would’ve liked to have taken my time, but the blood coursing through my veins said otherwise. It wouldn’t be over until we’d finished. Until both our brains flooded in that beautiful sea of endorphins, washing away our voracious, never-ending hunger.

Serena bucked hard against me, screwing back at me with a furious need to fulfill things on her end. In response, I grabbed her hips and gave it to her good.