Chapter 69: Claiming
Trishelle’s POV
Trishelle pushed against Bradley’s chest, guiding him backward until he tumbled onto her bed. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as his eyes darkened with anticipation while she stood over him. Without breaking their gaze, she stripped away her clothes, allowing each piece to fall to the floor until she stood before him completely bare.
The sight of him - naked and glistening from the shower, the towel barely preserving his modesty - sent such an intense jolt of arousal through her that her knees nearly buckled. She couldn’t determine if pregnancy hormones were to blame or something else entirely, but she’d been feeling increasingly needy as the days passed. Her insecurities and the complicated nature of their relationship had kept her from fully surrendering before. But not today. Today, she would have her fill, and her mate had better deliver or there would be hell to pay.
A small voice in the back of her mind whispered that if Bradley wasn’t enough, there was always James to finish the job. The thought of the two of them - of having them both - made arousal surge through her, and Bradley’s nostrils flared as he caught the scent of her desire. His eyes widened slightly, and she could almost hear his thoughts racing. The intensity was so strong, it felt almost like she was in heat. The scent of her arousal filled the room, so potent it made her dizzy.
His manhood stood at full attention, jutting out from beneath the towel. She saw it and licked her lips, which made Bradley even harder. Too long had passed since they’d been together like this, and she could see the desperate craving in his eyes - the need to be inside her, to claim her as thoroughly as she intended to claim him.
His eyes locked with hers, heat and desire mirrored within their depths. He slowly allowed his gaze to drift down her neck to her chest, where her breasts appeared slightly larger than before, her nipples pebbled in the cool air. His eyes traveled further down to her swollen belly - a sight that always seemed to please him - and finally to the apex of her thighs. He moaned softly as he witnessed the evidence of her arousal, the juices slowly sliding down her inner thighs.
All he wanted was to lap it up and devour her, but he understood that right now, she needed to be in charge. He could sense the possessive fury still simmering beneath her desire, the need to reclaim what was hers after that saleswoman had dared to touch him. The memory of the woman’s hands on his arm still burned in Trishelle’s mind, fueling the fire within her.
He leaned back on his elbows, the towel barely preserving his modesty. "Baby, I’m all yours," his voice came out like velvet over her skin.
She stepped between his legs, feasting her eyes on her mate. "Mine," the word tore from her throat in a growl. Bradley smiled at her possessiveness, his lips curling into a smirk that made her stomach flutter with a mixture of desire and affection.
She straddled his waist, her liquid heat rubbing against his length through the towel. It took all of his self-control not to rip away the fabric and slip inside her. She rubbed herself against him, fanning the flames that licked at her body. The friction sent sparks of pleasure through her, but it wasn’t enough - not nearly enough. She raised up, tangling her hands in his wet hair, and crashed her lips down on his. He moaned into her mouth, and the feel of him under her, submitting to her, was a heady sensation that made her feel powerful in a way she never had before.
She took control of the kiss, ravaging his mouth, claiming his tongue, sucking and drawing out another moan from deep in his chest. His hips bucked beneath her, and she smiled against his lips, loving the effect she had on him. She moved down his neck, licking, biting, and sucking his corded muscles. The taste of his skin, still fresh from the shower, mingled with his unique scent, intoxicating her further. She found where his mating bite should go and bit him as hard as she could.
His hips bucked wildly, and she bit even harder, feeling the skin give slightly beneath her teeth. She’d never done this before, always feeling too inferior, too unworthy to mark him so permanently. She’d only kissed that spot when they were together, never daring to leave a lasting impression. But now, with the memory of Shelly’s hands on him fresh in her mind, she wanted everyone to know he was hers. The possessiveness that flooded through her was primal, overwhelming, and utterly right.
Bradley rubbed his shaft against her belly, and as she added pressure, he shuddered and came, hard. She smiled and licked his neck before rising up to look into his eyes. She saw surprise and lust in his depths and slowly climbed off him. She went to the bathroom, grabbing a warm washcloth. After wiping him and herself clean, she straddled him again, ready to continue.
"You liked that, Bradley?" she asked, and he smirked.
"Loved it, babe."
With that, she went back to his neck, this time leaving love bites all over. She made her way down his chest, and at his insistence, she marked him with her teeth. He moaned at each one, and she could feel how much he enjoyed being possessed by her, how it satisfied some primal part of him to be claimed so thoroughly. Each mark she left felt like a declaration, a promise, a warning to anyone who might dare to touch what was hers.
She knelt between his powerful legs, and he raised himself on his elbows to watch her. She placed kisses and bites on his inner thighs, feeling his legs tremble in anticipation. She blew on the tip of his shaft, already dripping with precum. She gently kissed it, a string of his moisture evident, until she licked her lips at his taste. The salty sweetness of him made her want more. She smiled at him and lowered her head, licking his heavy sac before taking one into her mouth and gently sucking it.
Bradley threw back his head, a groan ripping from his throat at the pleasure he felt. He wasn’t sure what had caused this version of his mate to emerge, but he would thank his lucky stars and whatever deity had blessed him with this moment.
She suckled one then the other, Bradley’s moans encouraging her on. She released them only to slide his length deep into her throat in one go. Bradley’s eyes flew open at the sensation, and it took everything in him not to release down her throat. "Trishelle," his name whispered on his lips was a prayer, and she had no intention of answering it. She wasn’t feeling very forgiving at the moment.
Soon her head bobbed up and down, wringing tortured groans from her mate’s lips. His heart thudded so loud that even she could hear it. She released his shaft with a pop and wiped at her mouth.
Smiling, she climbed up on him once again, one knee on either side of his hips. Taking him in her hands, she rubbed his head against her weeping center. Bradley shuddered, and his reaction made her even wetter. Slowly, so very slowly, she lowered herself onto him. Bradley clenched his hands to keep himself from grabbing her hips and slamming her down. He knew that she needed this, that she needed to be in control, and he was not going to deny his mate anything, no matter what it cost him.
Before he could expand on where that thread of thought would lead, she rocked her hips, causing all reason to leave him.
His groan of pleasure filled the room, and she let her head fall back as she rode him, chasing her release. Faster and faster she rolled her hips, but it always felt like it was just out of reach. The tension coiled tighter and tighter within her, but she couldn’t quite tip over the edge. She whimpered in frustration, and Bradley reached out to pinch her nipples. Seeing her breasts bounce in front of him was a lovely sight, and he knew he would never tire of it.
At his touch, she felt herself tighten around him. "Want to come, Mate?" his voice came out in a growl. He raised up to bury his nose in her neck, licking and sucking the tender flesh.
"Please," she begged, still rocking her hips, desperate for fulfillment.
"Please, what?" he asked, taking one nipple in his mouth.
She gasped, and she mewled at the sensation, yet it still wasn’t enough. "Please, help me cum," the words tumbled from her lips. With that, Bradley grabbed her hips, slamming her down with a force that shook the bed. Again and again, he did it, reaching deep inside her each time, hitting that spot that made stars burst behind her eyes.
"More," she begged, and Bradley had every intention of delivering.
His grip tightened, her pace increased, and he raised his hips to meet her thrusts. Just as she was about to go over the edge, he sucked on her marking spot, causing her to climax so hard that she felt like her soul had shattered into a thousand pieces. When she came down from her high, she felt Bradley chasing after his release. She began rocking her hips again, feeling him throb inside her. She knew he was close, and without a thought, she leaned forward and bit his neck, hard.
With a roar, he made one more thrust, burying himself to the hilt, and emptied himself deep within her.
Breathing hard, Bradley kissed her sweaty brow and lay back, pulling her with him. He settled himself with her on top of his chest while he kept himself buried in her, their combined fluids slowly seeping out. He grunted as he felt the tiny tremors flutter around him, and it took all of his willpower not to flip them over and start again.
She snuggled against him, feeling the last of her annoyance drain away, replaced by a deep sense of satisfaction and contentment. She let out a yawn. Lying her head on his chest, she listened to his heart slow down as his hand gently stroked her back, lulling her into a deep sleep. The rhythmic motion was soothing, grounding her in this moment of peace. "I love you," the last thing she heard was his whispered words, and she smiled, allowing the warm darkness to claim her satiated body.