Claimed By Her Alpha by J.E. Cluney

10

Everly.

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Being alone in the car with Dray had me on edge. The deep heat was refusing to die down within me, and the alcohol had brought down my barriers.

“Thanks for driving me home,” I murmured as I gazed over at him, biting my lip at how damn fine he looked. I wanted to kiss those lips again, to have his strong arms around me as my body sizzled at his touch.

All my worries and anxiousness over my earlier issue with Ben was gone, and the burn in my cheek had faded away to nothing.

Dray had become so dominant there for a bit, and I was surprised at how turned on it made me.

Me, the girl from a toxic, abusive relationship. It made no goddamn sense.

I should’ve at least been worried, but I had no fear around Dray. Another thing that weirded me out. I was almost always careful with men. My mother had brought an array of men into our house while growing up, many of which abused her. A shrink would say that was why I found myself in the same sort of relationship, because it was expected.

But in the past year of working at the Bar and Grill, I’d learned that there were many good men out there too. Alex had treated me professionally and fairly, while Ethan and quite a number of other local folks looked out for me and the other waitresses.

Not everyone was a monster.

Dray was different. If he’d wanted to hurt me or whatever, he could’ve done it, but something deep within me told me he wouldn’t. Gut instinct perhaps, and I was going to start listening to it. Especially since I’d ignored it at the first signs of red flags with Ben.

“Wasn’t about to let you drive home tipsy,” he said, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Tipsy.” I smirked. “It’s good being a lightweight. Cheap drunk, but you get tipsy easily, and all your barriers come down.”

“That’s a good thing?”

“I think it is. You show your real self more. At least, I think you do. I’ve seen it in people at the bar. How some become happy, others aggressive. It tells you a lot about their character,” I explained my reasoning.

“I guess that’s true,” he mused, swallowing hard as his eyes flicked over to me.

The heated look in them made my panties dampen, and his jaw clenched.

He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

My lips pulled back into a sly smile as my booze-fueled brain came up with a wicked idea.

“We have to take a few backroads to get to my place,” I said huskily as I leaned over, running my hand over his thigh.

He drew in a sharp breath, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. I’d felt his dick hard against me when we’d made out, and I was positive I was going to enjoy my fun with him.

Especially since he was already rock hard in his seat.

“We could pull over…” I purred, and those dark eyes met mine, causing my heart to flutter.

He turned into another back street and pulled off to the side instantly before shutting the engine off.

I giggled as he leaned over, claiming my mouth with such animalistic passion that I was moaning, my body burning at his desire for me.

I undid my seatbelt, and he followed suit, his mouth back on mine and drinking me up as his hands explored.

One fisted in my hair to hold me at the angle he wanted, while the other glided up under my shirt, this time slipping under my bra as well.

I moaned and quivered as his thumb grazed over my already hardened nipple, and he groaned as he leaned over more, deepening our kiss.

I ran my hands down his grey shirt, desperate to remove it as I yanked it up.

He broke away, drawing in heavy breaths as he pulled it off. My eyes widened at the expanse of sheer, ripped muscle he revealed. What the hell did he do while managing his portfolio? Bench press the fucking buildings?

He dove towards me, pulling at my shirt between desperate kisses, and I helped him yank it off.

Fuck, this leaning over thing was killing me.

“Move your seat back,” I breathed as I pulled back from yet another hungry kiss of his.

He did as told, and I moved over to straddle him.

His naked skin on mine set my whole being alight, and his lips explored every inch of my bare skin, his hands gliding over my sides and down my back.

I ran my fingers over his short beard and then over those shoulders of raw muscle and sinew before diving down. My hands glided over his abdomen, and I took my time to appreciate each crevice and divot between those chiseled abs.

His hands were firm and warm as they slid down my back, and under my skirt to cup my ass.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he groaned as I kissed the side of his neck, flicking my tongue out to taste his skin. God, he smelled heavenly, like a forest after a fresh downpour. So crisp and anew with life.

“Neither do you,” I gasped as his hands moved to expertly unclasp my bra.

As soon as it fell away, his mouth was upon my left nipple, drawing soft sounds of bliss from me. His hands tightened on my ass as I ran my fingers through his hair.

His tongue rolled over my pebbled nipple while one hand rose to tease the other one with soft pinches and sweet massaging.

My core was on fire now, and I tilted my head back, savoring every delicious touch and squeeze as he ravished me.

His mouth found mine once more with pure desire, as his tongue stroked mine greedily.

I ran my hand back down those to-die-for abs, fumbling at the button on his jeans.

“Don’t do that,” he growled sharply as he yanked away.

I froze, staring into those deep, dark eyes that burned with raw, primal passion.

“Why?” I asked softly, scared that something was wrong. Had he changed his mind? Was he no longer interested in me?

“I might not be able to stop,” he groaned, his hand squeezing my ass.

My mouth curled into a wicked smile.

“I don’t want you to,” I breathed as my lips met his.

The sudden tension in his body broke, and his other hand slid between my legs, finding my drenched panties.

He moaned against my lips, and I managed to undo the button on his jeans to my delight.

“Someone's fucking wet,” he said as he pulled back, his voice low and husky.

“And you’re rock hard,” I purred as I slid my hands into his jeans and massaged the stiffness hidden beneath some grey briefs.

Fuck, if I was going off this touch, he was a substantial size.

Definitely a fun night ahead.

I wanted to get these jeans off him and discover just what kind of wicked sword he had tucked in there. And then, I’d jump on top for a crazy ride.

His lips were rough and needy this time, and I gasped as he yanked my panties to the side, dragging his thumb over my clit and causing me to shudder.

“You like that?” he groaned between desperate kisses, and I made some sort of delighted sound in response as he did it again.

Fuck, how could the simplest touch be this fucking amazing? It was like I’d never had sex before.

I arched against him as he swirled his thumb over my clit, his forefinger threading through my folds as he teased me.

“Fuck,” he moaned, thrusting into my hand as I tried to massage him through his briefs, hating that I couldn’t actually get at his cock with this angle in the damn seat.

I gasped as he slid a finger inside me, curling it to find that delicious spot inside, and I threw my head back as he lurched forward, his mouth capturing my right nipple. His teeth grazed over it before he began suckling and nibbling while he stroked my walls inside, his thumb still working my clit like a fucking pro.

I trembled and moaned, gasping as he switched between breasts, changing up his movements on my clit to find what worked best.

“I’m going to make you come for me, baby,” he stated, his voice raspy and dripping with passion.

“Uh-huh,” I gasped out, enjoying every second of his attention.

The build-up within me had my gasps and moans coming out louder and faster, and he groaned and grunted as he sped up his hand.

“Fuck,” I managed to gasp out, arching and stiffening as my orgasm neared.

“That’s right, baby, you cum for me, I want to hear you finish for me,” he growled, and I managed to focus on his face.

For a moment, I could've sworn his eyes flickered yellow, but before I could register it, the climax ripped through me and I cried out.

“Fuck, yes, baby,” he groaned as he pulled me tight against him, his finger still massaging me inside as he swallowed up my pitiful cries.

He slowed his movements, breaking away just to kiss my shoulder and neck as I drew in ragged breaths.

I wanted to ask him what he wanted, but he clearly wasn’t done with me as he shoved the door open.

He somehow managed to lift me up by my ass, and I locked my legs around him as he moved us to the hood of his car.

“You making all those sexy sounds would drive any guy mad,” he moaned as he set my ass down on the hood. “I want to taste my work.”

Before I could comprehend what he’d meant, he’d yanked my panties down and thrust his face between my legs, pinning them open with his large, strong hands.

I planted my hands on the hood, letting out a low moan as his tongue dove into me and flicked all over, cleaning up my mess.

The headlights lit up the edge of the old dirt road and the tree-line, and I wondered momentarily if anyone else would come down this road tonight.

Not that I cared right now.

His tongue flicked over my clit, and then he started sucking it making me whimper. Fuck, I was still reeling from my last orgasm, but he was determined to get me again.

“Dray,” I gasped out, and he paused to peer up at me before he pulled back.

I couldn’t help but adore how he planted his body between my legs, his dick straining through his briefs. I was impressed his jeans were still staying up, but then again, he did have one hell of an ass.

“What’s wrong, princess?” he breathed as he brushed his lips against mine.

I quivered at the warmth of his breath on my parted lips, and the taste of myself on him.

“I want you inside me,” I moaned as I cupped his face and kissed him hard.

I could’ve sworn he actually rumbled with a chesty growl, but he pulled back to gaze at me with fiery, dark eyes that were waging a war.

“No,” he groaned as he forced himself to turn away and step back.

The loss of his body and warmth made me pout softly, a stab of uncertainty tightening my chest.

“Why not?” I asked sharply, my words coming out more frustrated than I intended.

He turned back, gazing at me like a wolf about to devour his prey. I trembled, feeling like a deer caught in the headlights for a moment at the sheer feral look of desire.

Of hunger.

But it flickered away as he shook his head and curled his hands into fists.

“I won’t be able to stop,” he groaned.

“I don’t want you too,” I rasped out, my mouth quirking as that feral look took over his features again.

I should’ve been scared about it, but all I wanted was him, pounding into me like wild.

“Fuck,” he hissed, lurching forward and claiming my mouth once more.

His kiss was full of a fire that made every inch of me burn and sizzle as he unbuttoned his jeans.

Finally, yes.

He broke the kiss, grunting as he spun me around, and I planted both my hands on the hood as I spread my legs. My heart was hammering, but all I wanted was him inside me, filling me up to the brim.

“You’re so wet,” he rumbled as I felt the tip of his length brush through my folds.

“Please, I need you,” I whimpered.

He groaned, cursing under his breath as he rammed into me, causing me to cry out as he stretched my walls.

Fuck, he was big, and goddamn thick. And I fucking loved it.

“God, yes,” I gasped, his fingers bruising into my hips as he slammed into me. His powerful movements made the car rock, and I felt like a damn rag-doll as all the pleasure built up inside me.

He slowed, causing me to whimper as he leaned over me.

“Is this what you want, kitten?” he growled, and I clenched around his dick.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You want me to get you off again? Make that sweet little pussy tighten up even more?” he rumbled, my heart hammering.

“Fuck, yes,” I ground out, trying to thrust back against him, but he held me still with just one hand. God, he didn’t even have to try.

“Beg me for it,” he said, his voice low and wicked, making my heart skip a few beats.

Honestly, with how good his dick felt, I was not beneath begging. And I knew he could get me off with just his dick, something that I’d consider quite the feat. I’d almost always needed clit stimulation too, but there was something about him that just made everything a hundred times better.

“Please, I need you to fuck me, now,” I begged.

“That’s right, you’re mine, Everly. And I’ll make you feel things no other guy can,” he growled.

I gasped as he slammed into me once more, increasing his speed and angling himself to spear my front wall.

Fuck, it felt beyond amazing, and I gasped and moaned happily.

“Fuck, yes, God,” I gasped, the coil of bliss winding up tight inside me.

“Mine,” Dray growled, his voice warped as he bent over me, his warm breath brushing my ear.

A strange rumble rose up in his chest, and his fingers dug painfully into my hips. But whatever uncertainty was rising up within me was quashed as he jackhammered into me like a wild beast, and the orgasm ripped a scream from my throat.

My vision swam as I slumped on the hood, feeling him explode inside me as his teeth grazed my neck.

“Fuck!” he snarled as he yanked out of me and lurched away.

I could do nothing but dangle off the hood, drawing in ragged breaths as I came down from the insane ecstasy.

I blinked slowly, smiling stupidly after the sweet release as I stood up. I scrunched up my nose as his cum dribbled down my legs. Damn, we should’ve used protection.

I was never this reckless. But fuck, it’d been amazing.

“Relax, I have an IUD, I can’t fall pregnant,” I said as I leaned on the hood, my legs not ready to hold me up.

Was that why he looked so stiff as he faced away from me while doing up his jeans?

“Good, that’s good. I’m sorry,” he rasped out.

“Don’t be, that was… pretty awesome,” I said, my mouth quirking upwards. Hell, I wanted to go again and again, but at the same time, that climax had practically knocked me on my ass. I’d never felt anything so powerful.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he said, his voice low now.

“Are you okay?” I asked. He still hadn’t turned back towards me. Had he not enjoyed it as much as me? No, that was absurd, he’d been right into it too.

How many women had he done this with anyway? He was clearly a damn pro at it. But why on earth was he acting so strange?

He seemed frozen for a moment as he drew in the cool night air, but he finally turned back and focused on me.

“I should take you home,” he said, nodding as if he needed to affirm it with himself.

I pouted inwardly at his sudden closed-off state as I hiked my panties up.

“Why are you acting like this? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you did nothing wrong. I just shouldn’t have done that,” he said with a heavy sigh.

“Why not? We’re both consenting adults,” I spat, an odd rage boiling up inside me as I crossed my arms.

“I know,” he said, his jaw ticking as he gazed hard at me.

“Then what is it? I enjoyed that, a hell of a lot, and now you’re acting…. Like this,” I exclaimed as I waved one hand at him in frustration.

He just stared hard at me with those dilated eyes, and I hated that I was already throbbing again with need despite the sticky mess between my legs.

“I got carried away. I could’ve hurt you,” he finally said, and I softened.

“Why? You into choking or something?” I scoffed as I arched a brow at him. He’d gotten pretty wild there, and I’d half expected him to do something like that. Hell, he’d been rough, but I’d loved it.

“Something like that,” he said, his face grim.

I cocked my head at him and sighed.

“Relax, I’m a big girl. We’ll just need a safe word for next time,” I said seductively as I closed the distance between us and rested my arms over his shoulders. He gazed down at me with an odd look, like he was afraid I’d shatter in his arms, and I reached up on my tippy toes to kiss him. I made sure to do so gently, teasing him for just a moment before I stepped back. I was not made of glass; I could handle rough.

His nostrils flared, and he cracked a smirk as his gaze rolled over me.

“You are one hell of a teasing minx,” he groaned.

“Maybe you’ll have to teach me a lesson,” I said innocently before giving him a wicked grin.

He let out a heavy sigh before he rolled his shoulders.

“Car. Now,” he ordered, and I did as I was told, more than happy to do as he said. Weird.

He slid back into the car as I found my bra and shirt, opting only to pull the shirt on and stuff the bra haphazardly into my purse.

The engine rumbled to life, and he didn’t bother pulling his shirt back on or even doing up his jeans as the car peeled out onto the road once more.

I was perfectly fine with that; it meant more eye candy for me on the short drive home.

I couldn’t stop from smiling in barely contained anticipation of what would happen once we were home.

I could certainly go for a wild ride again.

Tonight was going to be fun.