Claimed: The Complete Short Romance Series

by Nichole Rose

  "Yes," I admit, defiantly. The things I want…I never would admit to anyone but him. Because I trust him. I know he can handle me, that he's as obsessed as I am, as greedy. If that makes me bad, then I'll be bad. For him. Only ever for him.

  "You like making daddy crazy, don't you?"

  "No."

  "You don't?" He sounds surprised.

  I seek out his gaze with my own, locking our eyes together. His face is flushed, his eyes so dilated his irises are little more than green rings around ravenous black. "I love making you crazy, daddy."

  He growls again, letting me know he likes it too. A lot. Maybe he shouldn't. Maybe I shouldn't. That's not going to stop us. Because whatever is between us? Whether it's destiny or fate or some phenomena we don't yet have a name for…it's powerful. Vast. Shining bright as the sun.

  I'm his naughty little princess, and he's my wicked, possessive daddy.

  He takes my mouth in another deep kiss, rolling us until I'm straddling him, his erection digging into my center. He slides his hands into the back of my panties to knead my ass in his palms. Our tongues move together in a sinuous, erotic dance.

  I whimper my pleasure into his mouth, rocking against him as he uses his hands on my ass to ride me against the hard ridge of his cock.

  "Sit up," he demands, his voice a velvety growl of sound that scrapes against the pleasure center deep inside me.

  It takes me a minute to find the willpower to move away from his mouth. I could kiss him all day and still want more. He kisses me like he can't stop himself from doing it. I love that so damn much.

  Eventually, I manage to follow his order and pry myself from his lips. A surprised cry rips from deep inside me when I push upwards and his cock rolls against my clit. It sends a shard of pleasure stabbing so deep into me that I almost come.

  "Daddy wants to watch you undress," he says, playing with the bottom of my dress, teasing it against my thighs. "Show me what belongs to me, princess."

  For a second, I think my courage is going to vanish. I've never undressed in front of a man before, especially not one who looks like him. But then I remember that he's already seen me in practically nothing and loved every second of it. If that's not a confidence boost, I don't know what is.

  I replace his hands with mine, slowly tugging my dress up until I'm flashing my panties at him. His eyes lock on them like he's looking at the Holy Grail. His tongue peeps out to touch his bottom lip. His hands flex against my thighs. I can feel how much effort he's expending, trying to keep himself still instead of tumbling me off his lap and ripping my clothes off me himself.

  "Christ, I can't believe that little thing is all mine," he groans.

  "But it is all yours," I murmur, sliding my dress a little higher.

  He bucks his hips beneath me, growling again. I love that sound. It's so damn sexy, like he really is the Big Bad Wolf, come to eat me up.

  Little by little, I tug my dress up, teasing him. By the time I stop just below my breasts, he's panting from exertion, his eyes a little wild. His hands constantly flex against my thighs. My panties are so wet, I know I'm leaving a wet spot on his pants.

  He doesn't seem to mind.

  "Princess," he grits out, pleading with me.

  I smirk in satisfaction and quickly rip the dress off over my head.

  "Jesus Christ." The muscles in his upper body all flex at once. "You aren't wearing a bra. All fucking night, you've been sitting across from me without a bra on."

  "Do you like them, daddy?" I cup my breasts in my hands, running my thumbs over my hard nipples. I feel powerful and feminine in a way I never have before. It's him and the way he's looking at me like he worships me. Like I'm some priceless artifact worthy of worship. It gives me confidence, emboldens me in ways I never expected. I love it.

  "Like them?" His gaze flies to mine, his chest heaving. "Daddy's going to fucking devour them." Before I can react, he sits upright beneath me, pulling me close. His lips close over my right nipple, one hand over the left.

  "Jared!" I cry out his name, shocked and so turned on I'm the one panting now.

  He sucks hard on my nipple, rolling the other between his fingers. I rock on his lap, sobbing my pleasure into the room. Every little pulse shoots straight to my clit, until I'm aching for release. Begging for it.

  "Daddy. Daddy, please," I sob, writhing all around on his erection. "Please."

  He takes mercy on me and tumbles me backward off his lap. Before my head can bounce against the bed, he puts a hand behind it, cradling me carefully. His big body comes down over mine, caging me in as he moves from breast to breast, teasing me with powerful pulls and stinging bites.

  His free hand slips between our bodies. One twist of his wrist and the strings on my panties snap. He peels them away, and then stops to tuck them carefully into his pocket. That little move has me sobbing his name again, desperation churning through me in powerful waves.

  I sob it again when he parts my folds and presses his thumb to my clit.

  Again when he growls my name.

  And again when he works his way down my body, draping my thighs over his broad shoulders. Seeing his dark head bent between my legs drags me right to the edge. He flicks his gaze up my body, searing me everywhere it touches.

  "This is daddy's fucking altar now, princess."

  I wail his name this time, screaming daddy until my voice breaks as he buries his face between my thighs, his hands digging into my ass to hold me to his mouth. He devours me, snarling against my center like a ferocious beast set loose on a hunt.

  I feel him everywhere, his lips seamed around my clit, two of his fingers thrusting deep inside me, his big body over mine, sheltering me in his strength. His greedy sounds fill the room around us, seemingly echoing off the rafters and in the air around us.

  The orgasm that rips through me is blinding in its intensity. Everything goes black as it hits with the force of an atomic bomb. I hear myself sobbing, but the blood rushing in my ears is a torrent of sound, making my voice sound distorted and far away. Jared doesn't take it easy on me. He eats me through it, not letting up even an ounce.

  I learn then why they call an orgasm the little death.

  My heart stops.

  My lungs stop.

  Everything stops as a second, more powerful orgasm destroys me. It's more intense than anything I've ever felt before, more beautiful than anything I've seen before.

  Until he tops it.

  When my eyes flutter open, he's naked and staring at me with so much devotion in his eyes, it takes my breath. His body is…God, he's incredible. I knew he was big, but I had no idea he looked like this beneath those clothes.

  His entire body is cut from thick muscle. His golden-brown skin is littered with small tattoos, quotes in an elegant script, all in different languages. I don't even have to ask to know he probably speaks every language he's inked into his skin. This man isn't just built like a god, he's fiercely intelligent, too.

  Even his cock is beautiful. It's long and thick, the broad shaft curving slightly upward. The broad head is red and swollen. His balls are nestled in a tight thatch of dark hair…the same one that points like an arrow down the stone slab of his stomach, between the deep V of his hips.

  "You're so beautiful," I whisper, awed.

  He chuckles through a groan, squeezing his cock in his fist. "I'm glad you think so. I'm the only man you'll ever see like this." Possession flares in his eyes again, turning them dark and stormy. "Daddy doesn't share."

  "Neither do I," I whisper the challenge.

  "No other woman will ever exist to me, Caroline," he says, far more serious than my teasing challenge demanded. "I worship you alone. Want you alone."

  "Then take me, daddy." I let my legs fall open for him, unashamed. I lift my arms, silently commanding him to come to me.

  He does, of course. He crawls back onto the bed, stalking up it like a wild animal set loose on his prey. His cock drags up my thigh, smearing beads of his come across
my skin. He drops his head, pressing a kiss to my mound and then another to my stomach, my chest, and finally…my lips.

  "Mm," I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on him.

  "You like tasting yourself on me, little girl?"

  "Yes."

  His body shudders over mine.

  "Fuck," he whispers, dropping his forehead to mine to inhale a quick breath. "Every word you say makes me harder, princess. I'm fucking dying here." He rakes a hand up my left thigh, pulling it up over his hips to open me up to him. His erection nudges at my clit again. "You're going to completely change my life, aren't you?"

  "Yes." He's already changing mine.

  He rocks his hips, grinding the broad head of his cock against my clit again. I writhe beneath him, flinging my arms around his shoulders. God, it shouldn't be possible to feel this good. And he's not even inside me yet.

  "Daddy, please."

  "There it is," he groans, lining up at my entrance. "I love the way you whine my name. Didn't know how fucking crazy a single word could make me until you said it, sweet baby. Daddy. I'm going to earn that title, every goddamn day until you can't imagine not having me." The head of his cock breaches my entrance, stretching me. "Be a good girl and stay real still, princess."

  I already can't imagine not having him. But I don't have time to say that because he takes my mouth in a deep kiss, using his weight to hold me down as he thrusts forward. My body resists the intrusion for a split second, and then he's slamming into me, impaling me on his cock. My hymen tears, sending a sharp pain through me.

  I cry out, struggling beneath him as the pain rips through me, burning, burning, burning.

  "Shh," he whispers against my lips, falling completely still, pinning me to the bed beneath him. "Shh, sweet baby. It'll stop hurting in a second. You're doing so good for daddy. Just relax, baby. Relax." He kisses all over my face, crooning his praises in a strangled voice. "Christ, your little princess cunt is strangling my cock."

  "Daddy," I sob, clawing at his back.

  "I knew being inside you would be heaven," he breathes, brushing his lips back and forth across mine. "You keep spreading your legs like this for daddy, he'll give you the world. Anything you want, just for a taste of this little thing. Goddamn. How are you real?"

  His words and the awe with which he says them send little fingers of pleasure whispering through me. They take the place of the pain, slowly ushering it out. My muscles relax, and it eases further. I retract my nails from his back, sob against his lips.

  He's so big. God. I didn't think it was possible to be this full or feel this stretched.

  It's…heaven.

  "Daddy," I whisper, pain turning to awe. "You feel so good inside me."

  "Princess." My name is a warning growl.

  One I don't heed.

  I roll my head to the side, place my lips against his ear. "Am I your good little princess now, daddy?"

  "Jesus Christ." He pins me harder and thrusts deep, making me cry out his name. His self-control vanishes, cracked right in half by the wickedness that keeps my lips moving as naughty words spill from them…dirty words I've never said before.

  He fucks me hard, pounding into me and snarling like a wild beast. His hips crash into mine, the sound loud. His balls rebound off me with each deep thrust, stinging where they slap against my skin. I writhe beneath him, lost in bliss.

  His teeth close around my nipple, biting hard.

  "Daddy!" I scream, flung headfirst into the throes of an orgasm.

  Before it can take me fully, he pries himself off me, his heat leaving me. I cry out in loss, my womb clenching, aching. Before I can say anything, he flips me onto my stomach and seams his body to mine, using his weight to hold me down.

  "Daddy," I sob, my head flying back when he thrusts in hard again. With my legs clamped together, his weight on top of me, he feels deeper, and even bigger.

  "Fuck. I'm sorry, princess," he says, pressing kisses to the back of my neck. "Gotta keep you still before daddy fucks you raw. You feel so good. So fucking good."

  I sob wordlessly, not sure if I'm agreeing to stay still or if I'm pleading for him to fuck me raw. My thoughts are all snarled and tangled like the branches of the bushes Kennedy and I hid in the other night.

  All I feel is him, and he is everywhere. Pressing hot kisses to my shoulders and then sinking his teeth into the hollow of my neck. Whispering my name in my ear and then reaching for my hands to hold them down, our fingers twined together.

  He's a delicious weight on top of me, a force of nature inside me, striking so deep I think he's trying to fuck his way into my soul. It's already his though. I think it has been since day one.

  "Daddy. Daddy, please!" I cry out as my orgasm blooms again, more vicious than last time. Fear spikes, uncertainty that I'm strong enough to handle whatever he's about to do to me. Because I already know it's going to be massive.

  "Don't fight me," he demands, nipping at my ear and then soothing it with a stroke of his tongue. "Come all over me like a good girl. I'm not pulling out, sweet baby. Let daddy breed you."

  Oh, god.

  "Ohgodohgodohgod."

  "Not god, princess," he says through a groan. His lips land against my neck, touching some magical spot just behind my ear. "Daddy. That's the name you scream when I'm inside you. That's the name you say when you're scared or tired or happy. That's the man who will lay down his life for you. The one who loves you beyond all reason."

  "Daddy!" I scream until my voice breaks as his words send me careening over the edge. My entire body seizes up, frozen as waves of pleasure wrack me again and again. They consume me from the inside out, annihilating me and any hope I ever had of not falling headfirst into obsession with this complicated, beautiful, wicked man.

  His body goes taut above mine, my name leaving his lips in a prayerful roar of sound. I feel him coming inside me, his come warming me as he releases again and again. His arms bracket my body as if to shelter me from the outside world as we come together in a mess of sticky juices and noisy cries of completion.

  It's beauty. And it's bliss.

  The truth of what I feel for him reverberates in my soul, and tears fill my eyes.

  "I love you," I whisper.

  "Princess," he whispers, his lips touching my shoulder in a reverent kiss.

  "Hey," Kennedy says from behind me.

  I whip around, placing my hand on my heart when I see her standing in the doorway to her bedroom, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "You scared me."

  "Sorry." She grimaces her apology and then sweeps her gaze across me. Her eyes widen when she realizes I'm still wearing my clothes from last night. "Are you just getting home?"

  "Um...yeah. I accidentally fell asleep," I mumble, avoiding her gaze. It's the truth, but guilt twists my stomach into knots anyway. I did accidentally fall asleep…with her naked professor wrapped so tightly around me I wasn't sure where he ended and I began.

  Even now, the magic of being in his arms lingers. My entire body is deliciously sore and littered with his marks. I can still taste the passion of his kisses and hear his dirty words ringing in my ears. I'm overflowing with love for the incredible, complicated man he is. But I can't tell her that.

  We tell each other everything. She knows all of my secrets and I know hers. Until now.

  My heart plummets toward my knees.

  "Oh." She pulls her hair up into a bun, yawning. "At least you don't have to be in class until this afternoon. I didn't get home from the rehearsal dinner until almost eleven and I have an exam first thing." She pouts for a moment before her normally bright mood reappears. "Did you and Alexis have fun?"

  "Yeah, I did." I'm going to hell for lying to her. I kick my shoes toward my bedroom, narrowly avoiding hitting Meeko in the head with one. "Sorry, big guy."

  He squeezes past me, completely ignoring me.

  "Meeko."

  He glances over his shoulder at me and then trots to the kitchen.

  "I guess he's mad a
t you," Kennedy says with a soft laugh. "He had to sleep alone last night. He'll probably pout about it all day."

  "He could have slept with you."

  Kennedy arches a brow at me. "We'd both end up in the floor." She's not wrong. For someone so tiny, she takes up an entire double bed by herself. Meeko tried to sleep with her a few times once she moved in this summer. It didn't last long.

  I head toward the kitchen to feed him. He's lying in the floor in front of his bowl, waiting patiently for one of us to fill it. He's kind of lazy for a guard dog, but no one gets through him to us unless he decides it's okay. He's honestly as overprotective as our brothers are. Gaining approval for him to live here took more money than I care to consider.

  "I made a decision last night," Kennedy says, rising on her tiptoes to grab a bowl from the cabinet. She holds it up as if to ask if I want one too, but I quickly shake my head. Food isn't appetizing right now. She shrugs and drops back down to flat feet to grab cereal. "I'm going to accept Professor King's offer."

  My heart jumps into my throat. I have to take a breath to keep myself steady. "Yeah?"

  She nods, pulling open the fridge. "I figure I should say yes before he changes his mind." She pauses in the act of pouring cereal into the bowl. "At least then he can't take it back."

  My heart sinks again, an automatic denial rising up. I bite it back, reminding myself that she doesn't know him like I do. All she's ever seen is the exacting professor who demands perfection and doesn't try to dull the sharp edges of his criticism. She's never met the charming prince with the poet's soul or the fiercely possessive, attentive lover.

  "Do you really think he's cruel enough to do that to you?" I ask, leaning against the counter to watch her rummage around the kitchen.

  "Yes. No." She frowns, her face scrunching up in genuine confusion. "I don't honestly know. Maybe?"

  "What if..."

  "What?" she asks, looking up from her cereal when I don't finish my sentence.