Uncertain Claim

by Rebecca Airies

  He nibbled along her shoulder. She groaned and stretched a little. She’d put on his shirt before they’d gone to sleep and wore only that and pair of white lacy panties. Her ass pressed back, rubbing against his cock. His eyes closed and he groaned. He rolled his hips against hers. Her fingers laced with his.

  Drawing his hand across her stomach, she guided him along a circling path to the hem of the shirt near her hips. She pushed it beneath the cloth. His fingers traced over the soft, warm skin of her belly. The woman was so bold. He adored that about her. His fingers flexed against the soft, smooth flesh beneath his palm.

  “This is nice.” She wriggled back against him as if trying to get a little closer to him.

  He swallowed and tightened his arms around her. Every move she made had her sexy body brushing against his, especially that tight ass of hers against his cock, and it sent his blood rocketing south. Only the thin scrap of her panties separated him from her pussy. He could be out of his boxers in a moment. The thought throbbed through his mind. He wrestled for control. He could do better than that.

  “Especially nice since I have the time to enjoy you.” He eased back and gently pressed her back to the soft sheets.

  “Are you sure we have time? We’ve slept for hours and I don’t even know what time it is. They said they’d bring us clothes and other necessities.” She drew his hand higher until his palm rested under her breasts.

  The feel of her skin enticed him, but he wanted to rip away the restricting clothing limiting his movement. He drew his tongue up the side of her neck and smiled as she shivered. He couldn’t resist touching and tasting when she was so close.

  “Yes, I’m sure. They know we had a long night. Plus, they’ll knock when they get here if they don’t call as they’re driving up the road. They know we’re mates.” He lifted his head to watch her.

  “Then what are you waiting on? I’m rested and now I’m hungry for you.” She pushed at his boxers.

  Her aggressiveness sparked an answering surge in him. He didn’t try to stop her as she managed to get the shorts halfway down his thighs. His hands fastened on his shirt as he tugged her into a half sitting position. Pulling the shirt off over her head, he threw it behind him and almost immediately forgot about it. The sight of her breasts riveted him.

  She’d taken off her bra when she’d gotten ready for bed. The thought of those sweet mounds had tempted him and only her exhaustion had stopped him. Her creamy, light golden-toned skin gleamed in the light from the lamp. Her breasts were perfect, not too large, but still enough to fill his hands. She looked gorgeous wearing only a pair of sexy white panties. That triangle of fabric sent blood rushing south.

  “You know what I said I wanted to do to these the last time you wore these peek-a-boo scraps of lace.” He drew his finger along the edge near her hip.

  “Oh yeah, why do you think I wore them? I had plans for the night.” She smiled wickedly. “Either way, ripped off or pulled down with your teeth, I was more than ready for it.”

  He teased his fingers along the downward slope of the white fabric. “Pulled down isn’t quite what I said. I believe it was pulled down slowly with my teeth as I nibble every bit of flesh I encounter.”

  “So which are you going to do? You don’t seem wild and out of control.” She wriggled a little on the mattress. Her thighs opened in invitation.

  He could smell her arousal. He wanted to taste and touch everywhere, but deciding where to start wasn’t easy. “No, not out of control, but I think I can give you a little of both.”

  “Well, you better get to it then, because I don’t think you can.” She smiled and raised a brow as she tossed those challenging words at him.

  His eyes narrowed at that taunt. She obviously liked playing dangerously. “Never dare a wolf, baby. He might take more of a bite than you’d like.”

  He leaned down and scraped his teeth across the skin just above the waistband of her barely-there panties. She shivered. That decided it for him. He was definitely giving her everything she craved. She wanted wild and slow. Well, he always loved a challenge and maybe it would help her believe that he was her mate. He knew she didn’t fully trust him about that, yet.

  He rose to his knees and knelt between her thighs, bracing his hands at her shoulder as he leaned over her. She expected him to rip those panties off her. He wasn’t going to be that predictable, although the panties might get ruined yet. Aside from that, it would drive her crazy. The dark-tipped nipples and the glistening curve of her mouth deserved just as much attention.

  He leaned down and nipped at her lips. She gasped and her mouth opened, but he didn’t take immediate advantage of it. He trailed kisses down her cheek and chin and little stinging nips along her neck. Her hands stroked over his shoulders and back, encouraging him even as she turned her head to give him better access. He took full advantage of it, determined to give her as much pleasure as possible. To see how she’d respond, he growled against that delicate curve. The scent of her desire increased.

  “Will I find your panties wet? Is your sweet cunt wet and slick for me?” He lapped at the fluttering skin above her pulse point.

  “Why don’t you check and see?” She wriggled, lifting her hips a bit in invitation.

  His head rose and he moved until their noses brushed and he was staring into her eyes. “I think they’ll be very wet, but I’ll make sure.”

  He licked her lips before trailing his lips down the slim column of her throat. She turned her head, giving him more access to the vulnerable area. She had no idea how much that simple move excited him or proved her trust, even if she didn’t consciously realize it.

  He cupped her right breast in his palm, lifting it as his mouth lowered over the plump mound. Taking the pebbled tip between his lips, he teased it with his tongue. She just might get that wish for wild. The more he touched her, the greater his need spiked.

  She hadn’t touched him yet, beyond brushes of her fingers on his shoulders and back. He ached for more, but in a way, he was glad that she’d held back. There was no way he could give her even a short time of slow if her hands were doing more than they were. He knew just how good her fingers and mouth felt wrapped around his cock.

  “More. You don’t know how good that feels.” Her words escaped on a rolling moan.

  “Of course I do. Remember that night we were watching movies at your apartment and you started teasing me. You traced around the nipple with your nail and then took it between your teeth through my shirt.” He lifted his head and met her eyes. He tugged at the stiff peak with his fingers to keep her guessing about what he was going to do.

  She laughed. The sound was husky, but it broke as he plucked at her nipple again. “You ripped your jeans trying to get them off. You were definitely wild then.”

  He lowered his head and let her feel the edge of his teeth on her nipple. “Slow now. Wild later.”

  Not too much later though. His cock throbbed with the need to be inside her. He smoothed his hand over her stomach and trailed his fingers down over the soft skin. He traced his fingers in an undulating pattern for a few moments to tease her before he cupped his hand over her the mound of her pussy. He could feel the warm moisture against his palm. Closing his eyes, he resisted the urge to rip away that scrap of fabric and push his fingers between those slick lips.

  The rising scent of her desire drew him. He wanted to touch and taste every part of her, but he knew he wouldn’t make it this time. He’d had the idea of drawing it out in long, slow, loving torture, then taking her wild and fiercely. Her scent, the way she moved and simply thinking about what he wanted to do to her pushed him to the edge. Maybe it was partly because of the attack last night. He didn’t know or care now.

  He hungered for her. First, he was going to push her as close to the edge as he could. He’d then do his best to give her what she needed. He always tried to get closer to her, but not just physically. From the first, he’d wanted to know what she liked, what she didn’t like and wha
t made her laugh.

  He licked his way over to her other nipple. As he drew his tongue around the darkened areola, he watched the tip harden. He drew his lips across it and blew on the tip. She moaned and he lifted his head to see her tongue skim over his lips. He barely held back a groan of his own. She was so sexy and responsive. He didn’t know if she realized how sensual she was or how much that heightened his own arousal.

  His fingertips traced the edge of her panties, but he didn’t slip his hand inside as he wanted to do. He kept his mind on the goal of teasing and tormenting her. Trailing his palm downward, he cupped her pussy. Her hips bucked upward, pressing into his hand. She rocked against his hand.

  He pressed his fingers between the lips and rubbed her clit. Drawing her nipple into his mouth, he sucked, adding sensations as he pushed her desire higher. He wanted to hear her crying out his name and feel her nails clawing at his back in her urgency.

  Moans and soft groans escaped her lips, but it wasn’t enough. The wriggle of her body beneath him wasn’t enough. He rubbed at her for a few moments through the cloth, but the feel of the cloth was wrong. He didn’t want to rip them off yet, though. It was too soon.

  He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of the scrap of material and down. Heat and slick moisture met his fingers as he pushed between the folds. Dipping his fingers downward to her entrance, he gathered moisture and drew it upward as he focused on her clit. Circling his fingers over the small bundle, he kept his pressure light.

  “Gavin.” His name came out on a near growl. The sexy sound sent a surge of desire straight to his already aching cock. It made him wonder what her pleas and demands would sound like after he changed her.

  Her nails dug into his shoulders. The stinging pressure drew his head up from the taut, elongated nipple he’d been sucking. Her face was flushed and her head tossed from side to side. Her lips gleamed in the light and he wanted to kiss her.

  “Feel good?” He knew she liked it by the look on her face and the scent rising around him.

  “Yes, so good.” Her voice came out on a rough sigh. Her hands ran through his hair and down to his back. “Harder.”

  He didn’t know what she wanted harder, his fingers or his mouth at her breast, but he was more than happy to give her both. Closing his lips over her neglected nipple, he let her feel the edge of his teeth. He lapped at the tip before sucking it into his mouth. The slight tang of salt and her unique taste filled his senses. He stroked her clit with his fingers, but made quick forays down to the slick channel where he wanted to drive his cock deep.

  He teased his fingers around the edge the first time before drawing his hand back up to her clit, but on the second, he dipped a finger into the tight opening of her cunt, just up to his second knuckle. Her inner muscles clenched and tried to pull him deeper. She moaned, but the sound was muffled, as if she was trying to hold back her cries. Her hips lifted against his hand.

  “Let me hear the words, Diana. Give me those sweet sounds.” He wanted to hear every urging and moan. He didn’t want her to hold back for any reason. Those sounds were proof that she was here and safe. The more animalistic part of him fed on them. It wouldn’t be completely happy until he claimed her, but this was almost as sweet.

  Her big, brown eyes met his and he could see the hunger blazing at him. One of her fists clenched in his hair, pushing his head back down to her breast. He went willingly and drew her nipple deep again. He drew his fingers from her pussy, back up to her clit and stroked her slowly. She groaned in frustration and her hips bucked up in demand.

  “What do you want, baby?” He traced a path around the sensitive nubbin and down to the tight channel. He wanted to pull his hand away, widen her thighs and thrust deep so bad his entire body ached with it.

  “Fuck me.” Her nails dug into his neck and the demand rocketed through him.

  “You don’t want this?” He pushed two fingers into the sweet, hot depths as he kissed his way down her belly. “Or this?”

  He ripped the sides of the panties. Pulling the ruined scrap of fabric free, he tossed it over his shoulder. His fingers spread her folds, exposing the pink flesh to his gaze as he lowered his head. He took a few long laps from her slit up over her clit. Her taste filled his senses. He wanted to drink the juices, but he needed to drive deep into her pussy.

  “Fuck me.” Her teeth were clenched and her body shook with need.

  Her hips arched off the bed and he could tell that she was close and holding on only by sheer will. He didn’t torment her any longer. Rising to his knees, he slashed his mouth over hers. He rolled on a condom and hooked one of her legs around his waist as he moved closer. The head of his cock nudged against her slick opening.

  The heat and wetness waiting there seared him. His control wasn’t the best, so he eased into her pussy slowly. He wanted to give her wild and hard, but he didn’t want to come as he thrust into her. Her muscles squeezed his cock as he pushed into her, as if trying to rip away what little grip he had on his urges.

  Her hips squirmed as she thrust up against him, trying to take his cock deep. He gripped her hips desperately with one hand. Her teeth nipped at his lips between deep, hungry kisses. The heat of her clasping sheath seared through him. He wanted to pound into her and drive them both right over the edge. When his balls brushed against the curve of her ass, he stilled and drew in a few steadying breaths.

  “You’re torturing me.” Her thighs clamped tight around his hips and she tried to pull him close when he held her hips to the mattress.

  He laughed, but it sounded harsh even to his ears. “No, just giving you what you wanted. Slow and now wild.”

  “Doesn’t look very wild to me.” She nipped at his shoulder. “You seem too controlled.”

  “Hanging on by a thread, darlin’, and it’s about to break. “ He returned her nip with one of his own. She seemed to know just how to provoke him.

  He withdrew only to plunge deep. She groaned and her hands slid down his back to his buttocks. She ground up into him as he drove against her. They fit perfectly together. He loved the rounded curves of her body. Her thighs gripped him hard and the muscles of her pussy gripped him tight. Her nails clawed at his skin as he drove into her hot, sweet channel.

  He couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this good, this hot. He hooked his hand under her thigh, pulling it up higher as he drove as deep as he could. He felt the first flutters of her climax. Her back arched, her legs wrapping around him to pull him tighter against her. She came on a strangled groan. He felt her body trembling beneath his and the pulling grip of her inner muscles was too intense to resist.

  He pumped against her hard and fast. Her hips met his as she tried to extend the pleasure. Fire streaked up his spine and roared through him like a fire across the grassy plains. His hips continued to pump into her, savoring the lingering pleasure before rolling them both until she sprawled across his chest. Her hands smoothed over his shoulders and arms.

  He wrapped his arms around her, content to revel in the closeness for a while. He knew he still had some distance to go before he convinced her that she was truly his mate, but he wasn’t worried about it. The simple fact was he couldn’t let her walk out of his life.

  He was willing to use this time to his advantage. He’d be content to simply sit and wait for the few weeks Steven predicted it would take for Ally to run out of time, as long as Diana was with him. As delicious as that sounded, he knew he couldn’t do it.

  They had to try to find out as much as they could about this group and what they were planning to do. He needed to be out there and vulnerable. If he thought there was a chance in hell Diana would cooperate, he’d try to get Diana to stay here until it was finished one way or the other. He knew she wouldn’t. She’d point out that he was the primary target. True enough, but he knew this type of person. They’d see her as his weakness and use her if they could get a chance. She needed to take some precautions.

  Chapter Seven

  Diana wat
ched Gavin pace the living room. The early afternoon sun streamed in through the windows. Their supplies had been delivered. She’d been surprised that the clothes were the right size and mostly in her normal style. She wasn’t going to ask how they knew because they wouldn’t have gone near her apartment, to keep from leading the people here before necessary.

  The opportunity to put on something other than his shirt or her dress from last night was a relief. She’d immediately put on a sleeveless blue top and shorts. Since they’d left, Gavin paced like he’d been caged for months. As much as she loved watching the lithe, easy way he moved and ogling the breadth of his shoulders, the unrelenting back-and-forth movement made her feel a little claustrophobic.

  “Your—um, Evan said we could explore a little. How do you feel about a walk? Maybe it would ease both our nerves, because even though it will probably only last a few weeks, I have a feeling it’s not going to be as easy as it sounds.” She relaxed against the couch cushions as he stopped and stared at her.

  His head tilted and he looked out the windows. He looked good in the t-shirt and jeans, but the tension in him radiated from his tense frame. She could see he wanted to get out of there. If she was honest with herself, she needed the walk as much as he did. The thought of weeks of confinement nearly sent her running.

  It wasn’t the thought of being with Gavin. She loved being with him. She felt locked in a cage. She couldn’t jump in her car and run to the other side of the city for her favorite takeout or go to a club on the spur of the moment. Everything rested in someone else’s hands right now.

  He nodded. “We can. Would you like to go for a walk?”

  She nodded. “You’d like to do more than that. If you want to run or change or whatever, that’s okay with me.”