ClaimMe (5 page)

Jane’s fingers grazed the spot on his throat where she’d
bitten him. The wound had already healed, though the skin held a small
discoloration, almost like a birthmark. It was
her
mark. She’d done more
than imprint on him. She’d branded him.

The thought thrilled her as much as Cray’s cock inside her
did.

Wrapping a hand around his neck, she pulled him closer to her.
“You’re not hurting me,” she told him.

The tense look on his face eased. “You’re just so damn tiny.
And tight.”

From the sofa, a strangled sound slipped from Jude’s mouth.

“Sorry,” Cray said to him, without breaking eye contact with
Jane.

Apparently convinced he wasn’t causing her any pain, he
dragged her leg from his shoulder and settled between her parted thighs.

Jane moaned. “Oh God, that feels so good.”

His body pressed to hers was the most heavenly thing she’d
experienced in five decades. He was warm and rigid and virile. Emotion welled
within her and tears stung the backs of her eyes, but she fought the drops. She
could easily weep over the beauty of the moment and the fact that she’d finally
gotten what she’d yearned for…what she’d believed would never be hers again.
But then Cray would fear he truly was hurting her and of course she didn’t want
that.

Her arms circled his neck as he moved inside her, his cock
pushing deep as their bodies fell into a leisurely, seductive rhythm. She
draped a leg over his hips, holding him tightly against her body as he made
love to her. Her breasts flattened against his muscular chest and one of his
hands slipped around to her backside again. He palmed her cheek as he drove a
little harder into her.

His lips swept over her throat, and then his mouth covered
hers. He kissed her as deeply as he buried himself inside her.

Jane’s arms and leg around him tightened. She literally
couldn’t get close enough to him, couldn’t get enough of him. His cock stroked
her inner walls and she squeezed him hard, forcing a grunt from him as he broke
their kiss. He was breathing heavy and that aroused her even more.

“You like being in my pussy, don’t you?”

He groaned. “Tight and wet, what’s not to like?”

As he stared into her eyes, she asked, “You don’t mind my
cold skin?”

“It’s cool against mine, yes. But that’s refreshing because
I’m on fire.” He gave her another long, languorous kiss and then added,
“Besides, you’re warm in all the right places. Your mouth, your pussy. And
everything else inside you.”

She swept away a lock of sandy brown hair from his forehead.
“You’re sweet.”

“I’m falling in love with you, Jane.”

His words reverberated deep within her, spreading more
warmth through her veins. She could swear somewhere along the line, she’d been
transformed back into a human.

“You make me feel like a woman, not a vampire.”

“Jane, you are
all
woman.” He thrust into her to make
his point.

She gasped as liquid fire raged through her from head to
toe. “You’re going to make me come again.”

“And again and again.”

Her toes tingled. Her head fell back against the plump
pillow and she moved with him in their sensual, sultry rhythm until it seemed
their pleasure twined together and they hastened the pace, increasing the tempo
of their erotic cadence before they reached an explosive crescendo that made
Jane cry out his name as a low growl fell from his lips.

His body pulsed and quaked above hers and Jane’s own body
shook. She didn’t relinquish her hold on him, just kept him solidly pressed to
her as his hot seed flooded her cunt and a sizzling sensation danced along her
skin yet again and down her spine.

She had no idea how much time passed. Her face was buried in
the crook between his shoulder and neck and her breathing matched his erratic
panting, with seemingly no potential for slowing.

His arms wrapped around her waist and he held her
possessively, which clearly did not sit right with Jude.

He cleared his throat, bringing their attention to him. And
sparking Jane’s dark yearnings all over again.

Cray released her and withdrew from her and she slipped from
the chaise lounge. Her heart felt light and unburdened for the first time since
Sean’s death, but her passion still burned bright.

Jude was on his feet and out of his clothes in a flash. He
was equally magnificent, though of course in a different way than Cray.

Tanned skin covered his lean muscles and a fine layer of
dark-brown hair spread across his wide chest and trailed downward in a narrow
line to his navel. She touched the silky fur, thinking he must look sleek and
predatory as a wolf. Her fingertips grazed the soft hair all the way down his
corrugated abs and then farther south to his cock. He was rock-hard and as
impressive size-wise as Cray.

Sinking to her knees before him, she wrapped her fingers
around his base and then dragged her tongue slowly up his shaft before her
mouth closed over his head.

Jude let out a terse sound that was half-growl, half-grunt.
His hips jerked at her touch and his hands gripped her shoulders.

She took him deep in her mouth, sucking hard.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he said in his alpha voice. “Suck
my cock.”

Electric bolts zapped all of her erogenous zones at once.
Whereas Cray awakened her sensual side, Jude sparked her carnal cravings. He
elicited raw and forbidden needs that made her want to do crazy-wicked things
with him.
To
him.

Her hand on the base of his cock slid down to his balls and
she massaged them with a little more pressure than she would have ever used on
Sean when he was human. She knew Jude could take it and, in fact, would respond
positively to it. Indeed, his body jolted again and his grip on her shoulders
tightened.

Still pleasuring him with her mouth, she rolled his sac and
then gave a little tug on it that made his legs tremble.

It was a game between them, plain and simple. He was an
alpha and he wanted to dominate her. Jane wasn’t opposed to that… Well, except
for the fact that she was too strong-willed to submit completely. And she
proved that to him, nearly bringing him to his knees as she continued to suck
him hard and deep.

But he’d only allow her so much leeway.

“Enough,” he ground out, though his tone suggested he was
reluctant to put a stop to what she was doing. He hauled her to her feet,
regardless.

She clamped down on her lower lip to keep her smile at bay.
But the gloating vanished as heat flowed through her. She’d succeeded in
pushing out a lot of his pain and now he positively oozed a decadent arousal
that engulfed her in flames.

So much for keeping the upper hand for more than a minute.
She could knock him off the mountain with her mouth on his cock, but he could
retaliate with animal magnetism.

He knew the game she played, apparently. He said, “I want
you on all fours.”

“And what about what I want?” she countered.

His grin was downright wicked. “Oh I’ll give you what you
want. Anything and everything. Starting now.”

Oh
.

Exhilaration burst deep in her cunt. Anticipation teased her
nipples tight. And good old-fashioned lust made her do exactly as he
instructed. She crawled onto the sofa on all fours. He moved behind her, one
knee on the cushion, the other foot on the floor to brace himself. He palmed an
ass cheek with a large hand while the fingers of the other one caressed her
labia, then rubbed her clit.

Jane had to admit, if a girl was going to give up some of
her sexual power, this was certainly a pleasurable way in which to do it.

Jude’s touch was much more forceful than Cray’s. It had an
edgy quality to it. A dark intensity as powerful and evocative as his fierce
passion. He pushed two fingers into her wet pussy and stroked her inner walls
with confidence and the same possessiveness Cray had demonstrated with his
post-coital hug.

They’d have to work on the semantics a bit to ease some of
this territorial behavior. Not that she minded how they each claimed her. But
in this unexpected and unusual threesome, they all belonged to one another now.

When Jude worked a third finger into her narrow cunt, she
moaned. His other hand left her ass and moved around to the front of her. He
fingered her clit in time with the quick stroking of her pussy.

Jane gripped the armrest of the sofa to steady herself
against his aggressive ministrations and the vibrating of her body. She
responded vehemently to his assertive, alpha nature. It was thrilling and a tiny
bit dangerous to allow him to have so much control over her. But…the thrill
factor definitely reigned supreme.

Sharp breaths of air pushed from lungs that hadn’t
functioned at full capacity since she’d become a vampire. Her fingernails
ripped the cushioned armrest of the sofa as she clawed at it. Throaty moans and
strangled cries of pleasure filled the quiet room. It was soundproofed,
luckily, though there were speakers to bring in the club’s house music when
wanted.

Just as Jude took her right to the edge, he withdrew his
fingers.

“Oh no fair,” Jane whined in a breathless voice. “I was
so
close.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder to find a very
interesting look on his devilishly handsome face. A cross between arousal and
amusement.

He was good at this power game.

“Fine,” she murmured. “Have your way with me.”

Triumphant, he said, “I don’t think you’ll complain.”

“I know I won’t complain.” She shivered with an eagerness
that gripped her very soul. “Do it,” she told him. “Take me.”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. His visage changed to that
dark, edgy expression she found so dynamic and titillating. He clasped her
waist, his large hands nearly encircling it. The fleeting seconds between the
tip of his cock pressing against her anus and his shaft thrusting deep into her
were excruciatingly long.

Jane cried out as a wave of all new and explosive sensations
rocked her.

Jude stilled.

She hissed.

He chuckled. “Just making sure I didn’t hurt you.”

“Stop checking,” she said through the haze of erotic
feelings coursing through her.

He did as he was told. He pulled almost all the way out of
her and then thrust back in, again and again.

Jane shredded the armrest with her nails. At one point, her
fangs sank into the cushion as she lifted her ass high in the air for Jude to
fill. As he moved inside her, both of his hands slid to the front of her. Two
long fingers penetrated her pussy, stroking quickly and forcefully. The pads of
two other fingers worked her clit.

Jane’s back arched and her ass ground against his pelvis.
There was absolutely no way to process all the mind-blowing sensations racing
through her at once. So she literally held onto the damaged sofa for dear life
and let him take her to all new heights of desire.

“That’s it,” she told him. “Oh God, fuck me hard.”

He did, and within seconds, she was coming again, screaming
his name.

Jude let out a cross between a growl and a howl as he came
with her, his body convulsing behind hers.

Yes, indeed. It was a damn good thing the walls were
soundproof.

Chapter Three

Words escaped her. Coherent thought eluded her. Even her
breath had fled her following that outrageously earth-shattering orgasm.

Ten minutes must have passed before she realized she needed
air. She gulped in a mouthful and tried to climb out of the passion-induced fog
clouding her mind. Her body hummed with electrifying energy and her heart
seemed to have swelled and taken on more life than was normal or necessary for
a vampire to exist. It felt full and ripe and healthy. And it pounded
erratically. Like a human’s, following intense physical and emotional exertion.

From the spot where she was curled up on the ravaged sofa,
she watched as Jude crossed to the private bathroom, thinking his backside was
as dreamy as his front. When he returned, she thought no man or wolf could be
so disarming. But then her gaze slid to Cray, sitting patiently on the chaise
where she’d left him, and amended her thought. Clearly there were
two
men who could be equally disarming.

Jude sat on the end of the sofa she hadn’t destroyed and she
got on all fours again and crawled over to him. She did more than that, really.
She climbed onto him as he sprawled in the corner, their limbs twining as he
pulled her to him. She loved the warmth of his skin and the familiarity of his
touch. There was nothing tentative between them.

His head rested on a large pillow. He lifted his chin and
made the same silent offer to her that Cray had.

Jane had been prompted to taste Cray’s blood in the heat of
passion, but with Jude, it was a more rational decision. Not that she regretted
biting Cray. She wanted to be bound to him. To Jude as well.

The tip of her tongue made little circles against his neck,
teasing the skin before she sank her fangs into him. His hands gripped her
biceps, but she was sure it was from pleasure, not because he was worried she
wouldn’t be able to stop. She was perfectly in control of her thirst,
surprising as that was to her. She drank just enough to coat her tongue and let
it ooze down her throat, as she’d done with Cray.

Euphoria seeped through her veins and she dropped her
forehead to his broad shoulder. Her fingers grazed the silky hair on his chest
as she licked her lips.

Jude sighed lustily as his arms wrapped around her. “You
understand everything has changed. We can’t leave Manhattan without you.”

She snuggled more deeply in his engulfing embrace. “I’m not
tied to New York.”

“What about Drake?” Cray asked as he crossed the room,
moving closer to them. He sat in the middle of the sofa, one arm draped along
the back, one hand on Jane’s hip.