Claimed

by M. Never

  “You know, you missed something in the box,” I tell him wetting my lips.

  “Oh?” Kayne takes a swig of the champagne right from the bottle.

  I reach in and pull out a tiny pill bottle. Kayne’s eyes widen.

  “Is that what I think it is?”

  I nod. “I told you I want you to unleash the beast.”

  I open the top and shake out a little circular pill.

  “You know there’s only one way to satisfy the beast?” He takes it and swallows it.

  “Yes.”

  “How?”

  “Give it what it wants. Hours and hours submerged in my wet pussy and tight little ass.”

  Kayne nearly fries me with a scorching hot look. “That’s right,

  kitten. Are you ready for that?”

  “Yes,” I answer, my voice thick with desire.

  “Good girl.” He drops to his knees in front of me, placing the bottle on the ground. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and my pussy is already throbbing.

  He skims his hands up my thighs and slips his one finger beneath each garter. “These are sexy as hell. They stay on. But these go.” He slides my panties off in one fluid motion. He licks his bottom lip and moans gutturally as he stares at my bare folds. Kayne then reaches into the box beside me and pulls out the collar. My arousal spikes as he fastens it around my neck, right over my new white necklace. He tickles the tag once it’s secure with a bold blatant look of propriety.

  “Mine,” he says as he claims my mouth, stretching it wide as he rolls his tongue languidly against mine.

  “Yours,” I reply breathless once he pulls away. I watch engrossed as he picks up the bottle of champagne and pours it down the middle of my naked body. I jump from the cold and moan loudly from the abrupt heat of his mouth. Kayne rests his head on my thigh as he continues to pour the champagne, soaking the bed and my pussy. He licks up the wetness all while watching me get off on the feel of his tongue. That wicked evil tongue that’s capable of so many perverse things.

  “Kayne.” I grab his head and lift my leg begging for more—deeper, harder, rougher. He pours another shot of champagne on me and licks a slow hot drag up my slit, his wide flat tongue covering every single inch of me.

  “Oh God, please.” I don’t mean to beg, but it’s my go-to response. He takes pity on me, burying his head between my legs and fucks me with his mouth until I fall apart, an avalanche giving way inside me as I grip his hair and scream out loud.

  He makes sure to lap up every drop of my orgasm and the champagne before he flips my limp body over and pulls me up on all fours. Breathing like a mad man, I see him reach into the box and retrieve my tail. My excitement cranks. I’m nervous and aroused and scared all at the same time. Then I feel him sink one finger inside me. I’m still sensitive from my orgasm so it tickles. “Oh.”

  He doesn’t waste any time smearing my wetness up away from my pussy and into my ass, pushing the same finger into me, and after a few seconds, adds another. I don’t even have time to prepare for the bite as he scissors me open. My muscles spasm.

  Then I feel him withdraw, his fingers replaced by the tip of the butt plug attached to the tail. I grab onto the comforter as Kayne works the spade-shaped plug past the tight ring of muscle. My stretched little hole tenses around the metal once all the way in.

  “Holy shit.” He strokes the tail now nestled in my ass. I turn to look at him, both sets of cheeks on fire.

  He stares at the tail like he’s starving with lust, then his eyes lift to meet mine.

  “Hold still.” His chest is expanding and contracting, his lips are pressed tight and his cock is the hardest I think I’ve ever seen it. The skin is pulled so taut his veins are visible even in soft candlelight.

  “This is going to be hard and fast, kitten,” Kayne says, shaking with need as he lines up behind me, nudging the tip of his unearthly erection against my wet entrance several times over. “You look so fucking hot.” His voice is gravelly. I brace myself as he digs his fingers into my hips and thrusts brutally into me. We both cry out as his cock slices through my pussy like a hot knife through melted butter.

  “Kitten, kitten, kitten, kitten,” he chants as he fucks me exactly the way he said he was going to, fast and hard. Like he’s using me. I expel a breath with every clash of our hips, the butt plug playing on my need, forcing me to the edge faster and faster.

  “Don’t come. Don’t come.” It’s not a demand, it’s a request as Kayne beats into me from behind. I fight to control the sensations battling to take over as Kayne’s cock twitches right before he comes.

  “Fuck!” he yells as he traps my hips and pushes his pelvis forward as if trying to cram another half inch of himself inside me.

  “Shit.” He leans forward and hugs me, his chest to my back, breathing erratically.

  “I guess you like the tail,” I tease breathless, still on all fours.

  “I fucking love it,” he snarls, withdrawing from me and yanking my collar. “Turn.”

  I turn around. He’s still panting heavily, a sheen of sweat on his chest.

  Kayne picks up the bottle of champagne again as I kneel on all fours by the edge of the bed.

  “Do you know what little kittens are good at?” He pours some

  champagne over his still erect cock. “Using their tongues to lick things clean.” He takes me by the collar and shoves his dripping wet dick in my face. I purr as I dart my tongue out and proceed to lick every drop of champagne off his shaft. “That’s it, baby.” He grips my collar tighter as I take him into my mouth and swallow him whole, the taste of crisp dry bubbles mixing with my saliva. I suck repeatedly, so turned on my gag reflex has completely disappeared.

  “Enough.” Kayne pulls his hips away, his cock popping out of my mouth. “Good kitten.”

  I eye him hungrily.

  “Stay.” He touches the tip of my nose.

  I watch as he moves around the room, sliding the small loveseat near the window in front of the bed. Then he removes one of the large mirrors from the wall and places it against the footboard, directly beneath me. I look at him strangely, just like the curious little kitten I am. He sits on the loveseat directly across from me and strokes his cock.

  “Come,” he calls me.

  I slide off the bed and onto the floor, crawling provocatively across the room until I am directly between his legs.

  “Sexy little girl,” he jingles my tag then slips his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it deliberately, swirling my tongue around it just to tease him.

  “I know how fucking good that mouth is, but I want to be inside you.” He withdraws his hand and pats his lap. “Sit on my cock, Ellie. I want to watch you fuck me.”

  With that, he pulls me off the floor, forces me to straddle him and impales me onto his erection. “Oh!” From this angle he digs in deep, reaching all the way to my navel.

  “Ride me, baby. I feel how bad you have to come.” He’s right, I’m strung so tight I could snap in a second. The tail never giving my arousal any reprieve. He straightens so he can peek over my shoulder as I move up and down.

  “Oh, God.” I drop my head back as I use Kayne to chase my orgasm.

  “That’s it, kitten,” he sounds distracted, “make yourself come.”

  I look down at him in a fog of lust and realize his attention is engrossed in the mirror behind me. I turn my head to see what he sees, and the image is erotic as all hell. My naked body straddled over his, the bows of my garters, the tail in my ass, my hair falling down my back and ears on top of my head.

  I bob faster and harder as I watch us in the mirror, my orgasm coming at me like a heat-seeking missile.

  “Kayne,” I cry, I pant, I moan. “Kayne,” I clench, everything inside me constricting.

  “Let go, Ellie,” he strains as he caresses every part of my body.

  “Oh, God,” my voice elevates several octaves, as the buildup pressurizes. “I’m going to come. You’re going to make me come.” I slam down onto his
cock and the sensations give way, lighting every single one of my nerve endings on fire.

  I ride out my orgasm, literally, until there’s nothing left of me. Until I’m bare bones draped over a heaving man.

  Kayne’s feathery kisses on my shoulders, neck and cheeks bring me back.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” I ask him lethargically.

  “Immensely,” he laughs. “You?”

  “Yes. You know I love to watch.”

  “I love that about you.” He gropes me gently.

  “I love everything about you.” I kiss him in return.

  “Good ‘cause you’re stuck with me for a lifetime.”

  “I’m pretty okay with that. Did you have a good birthday?” I ask desirously, rubbing my entire body against his.

  “The best one yet.” He rocks his erection between my legs. “There is only one thing that could make it better.” He puts both hands on my stomach.

  I immediately snatch his wrist. “That is still up for discussion.”

  “I know.” He skims his nose under my jawline. “I just don’t want you to have any regrets down the line.”

  “You’re starting to sound like Jett, you know that?”

  “He was bound to rub off on me eventually.” Kayne yanks on my tail and I jerk on his lap.

  “Mmm. You better be careful.” I warn.

  “Is that a threat?”

  “Maybe,” I slide my arms back around his neck.

  “What are you going to do?” he challenges me.

  “So many naughty things,” I nip at him.

  “I can’t wait.” He claims my mouth, slipping his tongue fervently between my lips.

  “I love you,” I exhale, showering his face with kisses.

  “I love you, too.” He strokes my tail affectionately. “Good kitten . . . Cupcake.”

  The End

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  TO SAY CLAIMED WAS THE most difficult book I’ve ever had to write is an understatement. It ripped me open on so many levels. I worried that it wasn’t going to live up to Owned, worried how readers were going to respond to Kayne’s ‘human’ side, worried it wasn’t dark enough, erotic enough, emotional enough. Kinky enough . . . How many people can say they worry about that?? Claimed read differently, felt different, but I wrote Owned because Claimed was the real story I wanted to tell. It was the real characters I wanted to share. The true Kayne was the man in the second chapter of Owned. The flawed, insecure, worrisome person who was just as nervous to spend time with Ellie, as she was to spend time with him. He’s the man I fell in love with. He’s the man who compelled me to write, and I wanted everyone to know that person. These characters will always have a special place in my heart, and maybe, just maybe, there’s a little bit of K&E’s story left to tell. Maybe.

  Luckily, during the writing process I had some really amazing people supporting me. People I barely just met who fell in love with Kayne and Ellie just as I had (Serena, Amy, Alecia, Sarah, Jennifer, Jaime, Debbie). I wanted to give them the book both the characters and readers deserved, and I finally believe I have.

  A special thanks to my editors, Jenny Sims and Candice Royer, you both bring something unique to the table and I enjoy working with you immensely. My beta readers, Jaime, Jennifer, Sarah, Debbie, Ashley, and Heather, you play such a vital role in the development of the story. Your feedback is invaluable. I’ll repeat myself—INVALUABLE. The ladies at Perfectly Publishable, Nichole and Christine, you are both outstanding, and thank you for ignoring my idiot moments; it’s only March and it’s already been a long year! My cover designer, Marisa Shor, I love love love working with you, but you already know that. Jaime Burns, lady, you rock, plain and simple. Your ass belongs to me! <3 All my Collared Cupcakes, you guys just have me in awe. I never thought I would have a street team, let alone the amazing bunch you are. You are truly appreciated. I hope you know that. To K&J’s Sls—I know I’m not always part of the conversation, but you guys always make me smile. I see everything, remember that! lol. To all the ladies in my readers group, thank you for choosing me. There are thousands of authors you could follow, but you elect to spend your time with me. To my family, (mainly my husband) who puts up with me ignoring the laundry, and the dishes and the dust just so I can meet my deadlines and hang out with fictional alpha males. You’ll always be my number one Alpha, babe. Think I’m forgetting someone? Never. To the READERS! Thank you for picking up my books, reading them, recommending them, and sending me messages of love (keep those coming!) I <3 you all.

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