Claim the Wolf King

by Meg Xuemei X

  My face flushed at his blunt words.

  I wasn’t shy, but I was quite polished compared to all the barbarians and criminals here. And despite having had many lovers, I was also a private person. I didn’t talk openly about the intimate details of my life, not like this.

  “I haven’t had sex since I landed on this hell hole, which is why I might be horny for the moment, but that doesn’t prove a thing!” I hissed.

  “You look even more adorable when you’re infuriated, my feisty little mate. Don’t be embarrassed. It should fill you with pride that you’re always wet for me. It pleases me to no end. My cock has never been so hard. It aches when you’re around. I’ve never desired any female as I desire you. If it hadn’t happened to me, I’d never have thought it possible. We wanted each other at first sight. And from the moment we laid eyes on each other a handful of hours ago, we constantly want to mate. Luckily, for both our sanities, we fucked and got the first mating call out of the way. After we sated the first call, we entered the second stage—the mating frenzy—until we’re both fully committed to each other.” He watched the shift in my expression. “Even after that,” he blew out a delighted breath, “the mating urge will never fade between us. We’ll always want to fuck each other whenever possible, and the pleasure will only increase as we mate more.”

  He smiled at me, as if expecting me to jump up and down at a promising sex life, or at least show enthusiasm.

  I wasn’t thoroughly convinced.

  And did I really need him to educate me?

  I snickered. “That’s your theory. That doesn’t prove a fucking thing.”

  “You want proof?” he asked roughly as he grabbed my hand and pressed it against his huge erection.

  I gasped, my body delirious with giddiness.

  Before I knew what was happening, I was perched on his lap as he settled on the surface of a vast broken trunk of a black tree.

  His hard bulge pricked against my bottom. Marrok moved me to grind against his crotch, then he thrust up the fabric between us.

  I told myself to get up and run, but my body refused to heed my mind’s warning.

  Marrok wrapped his arms tightly around me, sensing my conflicted emotions.

  “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I begged,” I managed a whimper. “I didn’t beg. In fact, I protest.”

  He kept my ass anchored on his lap. The best I achieved was not to grind on his hardness, as I very much wanted to.

  “You didn’t beg, but your body does, sweet thorn. You want me to palm your pussy to show you how wet you are? I would bet anything that your pussy is desperately waiting to be fucked. I could smell your arousal a mile away. My hottest, horny female, your blood boils for me, as mine does for you.”

  He infuriated me, but it thrilled me.

  His large, rough hand snaked into my blouse and cupped my breast.

  My nipples perked for him.

  “My wolf recognized you at the first scent,” he said hoarsely and with satisfaction. “You’re mine, Kaara.”

  “I smelled you, too,” I said. He smelled of sandalwood and home. “But I didn’t recognize you as my fated mate. I still don’t see the point. So I think it’s utter bullshit—”

  “You’ll see the point,” he said, caressing my breast with such hunger that I arched my back with a sigh and moan. “Having a little fun with you in the ship was just my wolf saying hello for the first time. It was only an appetizer for the beast within me.”

  I shivered at what he promised.

  “We haven’t even started it yet, Kaara Nightshades.”

  His fingers kneaded my nipple, knowing exactly what I liked.

  I suppressed another moan of pleasure. He knew how to play with my body. He knew how to make me purr. Since I didn’t have the ability or willpower to get out of this situation, I’d take advantage of it.

  There were many different ways to solicit information. Letting his blood flow to his groin and muddling his head with lust topped all of the other methods.

  “You don’t need to be calculating with me, little mate,” Marrok said, pushing up my top and suckling my nipple into his mouth.

  His name left my mouth in a moan.

  His mouth left my breast. “Anything you desire to know, ask me, and I’ll give you direct answers.”

  “You won’t lie?”

  “What good will it do to me, to us? I consider you mine.”

  I would argue with him on that point later and remind him that I was no one’s. In fact, I belonged to my future queen Athena Faya, unless she resolved my blood vow.

  “Are you poking into my head, Marrok?”

  “No.”

  “Then how do you know what’s in my head? You constantly answer me before I speak my thoughts.”

  “Only the thoughts that concern me,” he said. “Or if your thoughts shout out loud for me to hear through our bond. I’m more sensitive to it than you are because I was born with that instinct. I can feel your need for me no matter how you disguise it, or if you’re in danger.”

  “So I don’t have any privacy anymore?” I asked incredulously. If there was truly matehood, this thing was stupid and inconvenient. A sense of dread spread in me. How much did he know about Fia?

  “We can have our privacy,” he said, “though we can easily pick up each other’s thoughts that directly connect to each other. As for other thoughts, you can put blocks around them if you don’t want me to know. I noticed that you put up a shield when we were in the ship. I sensed that you have carefully guarded secrets. I peeked, but not too hard, since I didn’t intend to pound on your walls and hurt you. Your secrets remain yours until the day you’re willing to share them with me, or I earn your trust.”

  I drew a sharp breath. “When you nosily peeked, did you see only blank walls?”

  “I saw fire surrounding what you’ve been guarding.”

  So the First Seer hadn’t only bound my tongue; she had also put magical fire shielding the secret in me, so no one, especially not the Wicked Witch, could glean and retrieve the forbidden information.

  I let out a sigh of relief. Marrok wouldn’t be a threat to Fia.

  “Feeling better now, my prickly mate?” Marrok asked. “No secrets can stop me if they get in the way of your safety. As your mate, I can break through anything to get to you. My very instinct is to protect you more than anything.”

  “Don’t call me sweet thorn, prickly mate, mate or little mate,” I said. “I don’t like any of the endearments.”

  While I complained, he unbuttoned my blouse. His lips traced along the column of my neck. I tilted my head to give him better access. Exhilaration lit in me with every scorching touch.

  His mouth trailed down to my breast, his tongue lavishing on my nipple.

  I grabbed his hair, panting in desire.

  He removed his mouth from my breast, and I protested as the cold air came between us.

  He smirked wickedly. “I told you, you can never get enough of me.” Then he sealed my whimpering by slanting his mouth over mine.

  His tongue thrust in to my open mouth, sweeping over my hard palate and then my teeth. I rolled my eyes back at the incredible sensation.

  What had just happened? I was supposed to interrogate him. I needed to get my shit together. But the pleasure was too much, and it burned through my defenses.

  It messed up my plans.

  What were my plans?

  First, I had to get off him while I still could.

  But my resistance flew to ether when Marrok took off my pants and then my panties. His cock shot out of his trousers. The alpha was fast and sneaky.

  I stared down at his hard, impressive rod.

  Marrok didn’t give me more time to have a good look at it. He was impatient. He lifted my ass and positioned my bare pussy above the thick tip of his shaft.

  He thrust up, pushing me down onto his length at the same moment.

  I let out a shattered breath as electricity surged through me. I hadn�
�t known pleasure could be like lightning bursting in my body. Marrok also felt it, his eyes brightening like stars in the deep night sky. But that new experience didn’t stop him from pushing into my depth. His cock filled me completely, easing the empty ache I had felt since he had pulled out of me in the ship.

  I know what my female needs, he said in his mind.

  I blinked. We could communicate telepathically with each other. Maybe he was indeed my fated mate.

  Our wild lust now fueled each other.

  My mound grew slicker and hotter, and he grunted in erotic approval.

  He drove into me faster and harder. My heavy breasts bounced on my chest. Marrok’s gaze flicked between my bouncing breast and my folds sheathing his cock tightly with every thrust. He stilled me, his hands squeezing my butt, and his mouth suckled on my needy nipple.

  He wanted every part of me all at once.

  His repeated thrusts hit my core like voltage, searing me with intense pleasure.

  “Fuck, Marrok,” I moaned. “I’m going to explode if you keep fucking me like this.”

  “I’ll fuck you like this forever and more,” he said. “Whenever I want, wherever I want. Say my name.”

  And I moaned his name and begged him to slow down, then pleaded him to fuck me harder.

  But I shouldn’t be fucking him. I had to—

  My nails sank into his shoulders, his hard muscles rippling with his vehement movements.

  “I need to ride you the way I want,” I breathed.

  Marrok chuckled and slowed down as I glided up and down his length. I lifted my hips until my entrance teased his crown, rubbing it back and forth and twirling around it. I fucked him in short, swift moves before bringing myself down and swallowing up his whole length. I liked having his cock ram into my front inner wall close to my clit, and I maneuvered the moves expertly.

  Marrok groaned in ecstasy. “You fuck better than anyone, little mate.” Then his jealousy swayed within him like a dark current. “You’ve obviously practiced a lot.” He ground his teeth. “I’ll erase all of your past lovers from every inch of your mind. I’ll be the only one to stay there from now on. You’ll remember only my cock and no one else’s. And if I ever meet any of them, they’re dead!”

  Before this moment, I’d thought he was relatively sane as I, but apparently, I was wrong.

  He pounced.

  Before I could react, I hung in the air, and then I was on all fours on the surface of the broken tree trunk.

  Marrok was unbelievably fast and I was as light as a feather to him.

  Just as I peered over my shoulder, Marrok thrust into me from behind, his hands gripping my hips.

  He slammed completely into me, pulled back, and rammed to my depth again.

  He preferred long thrusts at blinding speed. None of my former lovers could pull off something like that. Fucking a shifter, especially the strongest one, had its benefits.

  He pounded between my thighs relentlessly, mercilessly.

  Any second now, I would erupt. I clenched my teeth to hold off my climax so I could enjoy the mind-numbing, bone-crashing pleasure longer.

  I wanted to howl, but that would bring unwanted attention from my soldiers in the tower.

  “Marrok,” I managed between my moans. “Do you have a condom?”

  He let out a strangled sound. “On Pandemonium? Only you’d ask this question in the middle of the heat.”

  “Then you can’t come inside me.”

  He groaned. “You’re killing me.”

  “Promise me,” I bit my lip. “Or we’ll have to stop now.”

  “I can’t stop. Neither can you,” he snarled. “But I’ll always respect your wishes, no matter how hard it is. I’ll never harm you. One day you’ll have my seed. You’ll beg to have my seed.”

  Today wasn’t the day, though I very much wanted him to come inside me so I could feel his climax rocking through mine and enhancing mine. Making him come outside of me made me feel undone and incomplete. But we couldn’t always have what we wanted.

  At least not on Pandemonium.

  “Any more demands?” he asked hoarsely, pumping harder into me.

  His cock pushed deeper before he withdrew slightly, rocking his hips in a circle. He slammed into my core again and again to claim the territory. The pleasure was undoing me, and the electrifying waves he brought forth in me became more than I could handle.

  I surrendered to my earth-shattering orgasm with a muffled scream.

  Marrok kept thrusting in me, slowing his pace as my sex milked his cock violently. He reached around me and slid his hand through my folds, gathering the wetness that had accumulated there and flicked his fingers over my clit, increasing the intensity of my orgasm. It was too much for me to take and my body convulsed with his movements.

  If I had a weak heart, I wouldn’t have been able to survive this.

  Only when my orgasm started to fade did he resume his hard and fast pounding, and I could feel his growing harder and larger inside me.

  “I’ll never get enough of your tight, hot pussy,” he groaned.

  Another orgasm tore through me, raining down on both of us like lava.

  Marrok let out a rough, erotic growl and pumped two mighty thrusts into me. With a savage cry, he slipped out of me, his cock pressing on my ass as his hot seed spilled onto me, pooling onto the curve of my back.

  His shuddering receded, but his cock remained rock hard.

  “Ejaculating outside of my mate is the hardest thing I’ve ever done,” he said. “It’s against my every instinct. You have no idea how badly I wanted to come inside you.”

  “Already complaining?”

  Marrok grunted, and I glanced over my shoulder as he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned his seed from me, his other hand snaking down to cup my pussy, sending a flame to tumble inside my belly.

  I turned to face him and he gazed into my eyes, his own glowing turquoise light.

  “My violet-eyed mate,” he said.

  The wolf was happy.

  “I’m both a wolf and man,” he said. “You’ll get used to both.”

  He gave me a searing kiss on my lips and gathered me close in his arms, embracing me tenderly for a fleeting moment, before he snatched my pants from the ground.

  He watched me pull it on, as if my every move fascinated him.

  “Are you ready for the dinner?” he asked.

  Chapter 10

  I, Kaara Nightshades, was no fool.

  Once I got in the Keep, I would never get out.

  No matter how dazzling his smile and how hot his body was, I wasn’t going to be a sheep lured to the big, bad wolf’s lair.

  I straightened my clothing and regarded Marrok with a cool look.

  I already wanted him again. He’d pulled out of me just as another orgasm had torn through me, but I hadn’t had the chance to ride its waves. That had left me hanging and irritable, but it’d be unwise to demand to fuck him again. If I went down the path, I would never be able to get off him.

  If what he’d said about the mating frenzy was the truth, I would not let it drive me.

  Men had never had any hold on me before, and I wasn’t going to let Marrok hold the reins either. The old days had been all good and fun, until the First Seer had come to the Lithuaria Empire to spill the darkest secret; until they had tossed out Fia to this doomed planet and expunged her memories with the worst curse.

  I craved to return to my home with every breath I took. Were any of my former lovers missing me? But when I tried to conjure up their faces, they were a mingled blur that made my head spin.

  Marrok had promised to erase them all from my mind. Had he just done that? He had no magic, so there was only one possible explanation—he was my fated mate, though I had no idea how this matehood thing worked.

  A shred of light seeped into my mind. I’d heard about the wolf clan’s binding and claiming ritual. But no one could confirm since the wolves didn’t allow any outsiders.

>   Maybe Marrok had done that to me. Perhaps that was why he had such an effect on me. This voodoo had to stop!

  “Have you claimed me without my knowledge, Marrok?” I snarled.

  “What do you mean?” he asked lazily.

  “You know exactly what I mean!”

  “Constantly doubting me, aren’t you?” he said. “Even after the orgasms I just gave you?”

  “I wasn’t even finished the second time! You pulled out.”

  “You were yelling at me. I had no choice but to obey,” he said, his eyes glowing faintly in the dark, obviously amused. “Now I see why you’re touchy. I can amend that for you when we get to the Keep. Don’t you worry, mate. My cock is still rock hard for you.”

  “That’s not the point. Have you claimed me?”

  “Not officially, even though you’re my mate. Having sex alone isn’t claiming. If you want me to claim you, I’ll have no problem with that. I thought you weren’t ready. I’ve been waiting for your consent. Once you give me the nod, we’ll seal it.”

  “I have a huge problem with that,” I said. “You’ll never claim me. But what—what will you do to seal it?”

  “I’ll have to pierce your neck with my fangs. The mark will shout out to the world that you’re mine. It’s irrevocable once I claim you. You’re mine already, but after the ritual, everyone will detect my scent in you and will wisely stay away.”

  “That’s barbaric!”

  “That’s the most appealing, beautiful thing,” he said. “Two souls become one. Two bodies unite unconditionally. From the moment my ship crashed onto this planet, I’d accepted that I would never find my mate.” His eyes brightened like stars. “And there you are, standing right in front of me, beautiful and tempting beyond measure. There’s not even half of one percent out of a million chances, yet it happened to me, to us. It’s like you came here for me.”

  I snickered. “I came from a highly civilized world. Even on Pandemonium, I still hold my standards. If you think I’d go back to follow the savage rules of primary society and let you claim me as your property, you’re out of your fucking mind.”