Claimed By Him
Claimed By Him
Lyra
“Run, kitten.”
That’s what he said. That’s all he said. And just like that, I was gone. My entire body snapped into action like I had no control over it.
One second I was staring at him, wide–eyed and soaking wet, my legs barely working because he had just finger–f****d my soul out of my body under a tree.
The next second, I was shifting. Fur rushed over my skin like a second orgasm, my bones cracked, my teeth sharpened, and my paws slammed into the forest floor so hard I actually startled a few birds out of the trees.
And then I ran.
I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. My whole body was moving on pure adrenaline and filthy instinct. My tail was high, my chest was pounding, and my entire lower half was dripping so badly it actually made me stumble.
I swear to the Moon Goddess, I felt my slick leaking down the inside of my thighs while I was running.
Full–speed. In wolf form. Through the f*****g woods.
Which, I’m pretty sure, isn’t normal.
And yet somehow–it was exactly right..
Because I wasn’t just running to escape. I was running to be caught. To be chased. Hunted. Cornered.
Mounted. My heart was screaming in my chest. Not from fear. From heat. From knowing what was coming.
From knowing that behind me, not far at all, my Alpha was already running. Already planning how he was going to pin me down the second I slowed.
And I couldn’t stop thinking.
Not even for a second.
Oh my God, I’m actually doing this. I’m running. He told me to run and I just shifted an
like my cunt was
in charge of my entire nervous system. What is wrong with me? This is so bad. This is so, so bad.
Why am I throbbing while sprinting? Why am I dripping so much I can feel it even through fur? Is this what being mated feels like? Is this what real Omegas do? Do they just lose their f*****g minds and let their Alpha
hunt them like wild animals?
And then-
his voice hit me.
Inside my head.
(f**k, your wolf looks so beautiful.)
I tripped.
Actually tripped mid–step, pays stumbling over a root because holy f*****g hell, he was in my head now. Damon was mind–linking me and it didn’t sound like a normal voice. It sounded like s*x. Like heat soaked in dominance, Like his voice had grown claws and was dragging them down my spine from the Inside out.
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(I can’t wait to claim her.)
I whimpered. Out loud. In wolf form.
My tongue lolled from my mouth. My paws lost rhythm for a split second. My whole body flushed hot, inside and out, because the way he said it wasn’t sweet. It wasn’t romantic. It was a snarl. A dirty, possessive, snarling confession that made my slick coat the inside of my legs again and my claws dig harder into the ground.
He wasn’t just chasing me. He was imagining me in wolf form, bent over, whining, tail lifted, legs trembling as he mounted me and shoved his knot inside. He was imagining my fur wet with sweat and slick, my body broken open around his c**k, tied to him in every way that mattered,
And I couldn’t stop picturing it either.
I was running through the forest, heart thudding like war drums, and all I could think about was how it would feel. His weight pressing down on my back.
His fangs at the back of my neck. His c**k splitting me open, stretching me wider than I’d ever been, and the knot. Oh God, the knot. I could already feel it swelling in my head like a fantasy too dangerous to say out loud.
(You smell so f*****g ready.) His voice curled in my brain like smoke. (Your little wolf cunt’s leaving a trail.
You think I can’t taste your heat all over the air? You think I won’t catch you, pin you to the floor, and f**k that sweet little hole until you’re howling loud enough to wake the gods?)
I nearly collapsed.
My body was buzzing. My muscles twitching. My cunt aching so bad it almost made me slow down just so he’d grab me sooner. I could feel his paws closing in behind me, feel the heat of his breath against the back of my tail.
I made it to the clearing by the cabin and leapt up onto the porch, barely catching myself as I skidded forward and shifted back. My naked body hit the wooden floor and I was breathless, covered in sweat, heart racing like it was going to burst out of my chest.
And then he was there.
Full wolf.
Bigger than I remembered.
Darker. Rougher. The kind of predator you didn’t run from–you offered yourself to.
He shifted mid–step. His fur melted into skin, and suddenly he was standing over me. Naked. Covered in dirt and heat and muscles so tight it looked like his whole body was carved from rage. His c**k was already hard. Already leaking. Already aimed between my legs like it knew where it belonged.
I rolled onto my hands and knees, chest still heaving, sweat dripping down the curve of my ass, and I looked back at him over my shoulder with my hair in my mouth and a smile on my lips.
“Come catch me, Daddy.”
And then I bolted again.
One more time.
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One last sprint. Into the mansion. Through the doorway. Toward the bed.
I didn’t even make it halfway before he caught me.
He lunged.
Grabbed me by the waist. Tossed me onto the mattress so hard it bounced.
And then he was on me.
Not gentle. Not slow.
Just sweat. Heat. c**k pressed against my folds. His chest pinning me down. His voice in my ear-
“You wanted to be hunted, kitten. Now I’m going to f**k you until your wolf can’t walk.”
HEPURES
I nodded as my fur spilled back over my body in a rush. My paws touched the sheets. My tail lifted like it had
a mind of its own. And just like that–I was in wolf form, on his bed, panting, trembling, my heat–slick already
soaking the covers beneath me.
And then I felt it.
His hand.
Running down the slope of my back like he was petting something sacred.
“f**k,” he muttered out loud, his voice cracked and low like it physically hurt him to hold back. “Look at you.”
I blinked, ears twitching, breath stuck somewhere between a gasp and a whimper.
(You are the most beautiful f*****g thing I’ve ever seen.)
His voice was inside me again. That mind–link wrapping around my skull like silk, tugging on every thought
until I couldn’t think straight anymore.
(I didn’t know a wolf could look like this. So soft. So fierce. So ready. Your fur is shining, baby. You smell like sin. Your tail’s so high I can see how wet you are from across the room.)
I whimpered.
Not cute.
Desperate.
High–pitched and humiliating and needy as f**k.
and seen me.
Because no one had ever said anything like that to me before. No one had ever looked at Not my human form. Not my wolf. Not the messy little girl trapped between both who didn’t know how to stop overthinking for two goddamn seconds.
But he saw all of it.
And he wanted it.
He wanted me.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered again, crouching beside the bed and running his hand down my spine in long, slow strokes that made my hips twitch and my cunt clench. “Every part of you. Look at that fur. So dark. So soft. You’re made for this. You’re made to be mounted.”
(You know what I see when I look at your wolf?)
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I shook my head, panting harder now, tail twitching as my body gave itself away.
(I see the rest of my f*****g life.)
I swear my whole body stopped breathing.
My paws clawed at the blankets. My tail curled. My heart cracked open.
Because I wasn’t used to that.
Not from him. Not from anyone.
He looked at me like I was sacred.
Like I was the most precious thing to ever breathe.
(Do you know how good you smell right now?) he added, and I swear I felt his voice in my belly. (You smell like heat and surrender and moonlight. You smell like mine. I want to spend hours just licking your slick off your fur. I want to taste every part of you before I even think about putting my c**k in.)
I whimpered again, louder this time. I arched my back, lifted my tail higher, and gave him the one thing I knew
he wanted–access.
And he groaned.
Rough. Broken. Human and wolf and hunger rolled into one.
(You want me to claim you like this, don’t you?)
Yes. Yes. Yes.
(You want to feel my knot stretch that tight little cunt and tie us together until you can’t even think anymore. You want me to bite the back of your neck while I fill you so full you feel it in your chest.)
I dropped my head to the mattress and moaned like a b***h in heat.
Because that’s what I was.
Not a girl.
Not a good Omega.
Just his.
Wet. Open. Begging.
He climbed behind me, finally, finally mounting me, his hands digging into my fur, his my folds, hot and twitching and so f*****g ready.
And still, he didn’t rush.
He leaned forward, his chest against my back, his mouth near my ear, and he whispered-
“You are the most beautiful wolf I have ever seen.”
I whined.
I melted.
And when he finally pushed in?
I shattered.
pressing against
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