His new stepsister His biggest threat (Claire and Elijah) novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245

Claire’s POV

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The door to Elijah’s room clicked shut behind us, the sound echoing softly in the quiet house as the night wrapped around us like a warm blanket.

The only light filtering in from the moon outside casted silver shadows across the floor. I turned to him, my heart pounding not from fear but from the anticipation that had been building in silence.

His eyes met mine, that familiar blue deepened by the gold rimming his irises. His wolf was close to the surface, and I felt my own wolf respond, rising up to meet him in a way that made my skin tingle with need.

He stepped closer, his hands finding my waist and pulling me against him. The hardness of his body pressing into my softness in a way that sent a shiver down my spine, his breath warm against my ear as he murmured my name like a prayer. “Claire,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “I need you tonight, more than I ever have, and if you want to stop at any point, you tell me, but God, I hope you don’t because I’ve been dreaming of this for so long.”

I shook my head, my fingers threading through his hair as I pulled his face down to mine. Our lips met in a kiss that started slowly but quickly ignited into something deeper, his tongue sliding into my mouth to tangle with mine, tasting of mint and the faint sweetness of the dinner we’d shared earlier.

His hands roamed up my back, lifting my shirt as he went, the cool air hitting my skin only to be replaced by the heat of his palms, callused from hours on the ice but gentle as they traced the curve of my spine, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me.

I gasped into his mouth when his fingers found the clasp of my bra, undoing it with a practiced flick that made me arch against him.

He broke the kiss long enough to pull the shirt over my head, tossing it aside, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of

My nipples hardened under his gaze, the air between us charged with the electricity of our bond.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky as he lowered his head to my neck. His lips trailed hot kisses down to my collarbone, his teeth grazing the skin in a way that made my knees weaken.

His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until moaned softly, the sound escaping before I could stop it.

His mouth moved lower, capturing one nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first. Then harder, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak as his hand kneaded the other.

The dual sensation sent waves of heat straight to my core, where I could feel myself growing wet with desire, my panties dampening as my body responded to him instinctively.

I tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his skin against mine, and he straightened long enough to let me pull it over his head, revealing the broad expanse of his chest.

Muscles defined from years of hockey and shifts, a light scattering of hair leading down to the V of his hips that disappeared into his jeans.

I ran my hands over him, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his heart under my palm, matching the rhythm of my own.

At this point, my wolf was the one in control.

He groaned at my touch, his hands moving to the button of my jeans, undoing it slowly, giving me time to stop him if I wanted.

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But I didn’t, lifting my hips instead to help him slide them down my legs along with my panties, leaving me completely bare to him, the cool air raising goosebumps on my skin as his eyes devoured me.

“Claire,” he breathed, his voice reverent as he knelt between my legs, spreading them gently with his hands on my thighs, his fingers tracing patterns on the sensitive inner skin, making me squirm with anticipation. “You’re perfect, so wet for me already, and I haven’t even started.”

I blushed, but the heat in his gaze made me bold, my hands reaching for his belt, undoing it with trembling fingers, pulling down his zipper and pushing his jeans and boxers off in one motion, his erection springing free, hard and thick, the tip glistening with precum that made my mouth water and my core clench in need.

He was beautiful. Every inch of him, and I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking slowly, feeling the velvet hardness under my palm, the way he twitched at my touch, a low groan escaping his lips as his eyes closed in pleasure.

“Claire,” he said, his voice strained, “if you keep that up, this will be over too soon, and I want to take my time with you, make your first time something you’ll never forget.”

I nodded, releasing him, and he lowered himself between my legs. His breath was hot against my most intimate place as he kissed my inner thigh, then higher, his tongue flicking out to taste me, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body that made me arch off the bed with a gasp.

He licked me slowly at first, his tongue exploring my folds, circling my clit with teasing pressure that had me moaning his

name.

My hands fisted in the sheets as waves of sensation built, his fingers joining his mouth, one sliding inside me, then two, stretching me gently, preparing me for what was to come.

The pleasure built like a storm, coiling tighter and tighter in my belly until I shattered, crying out as the orgasm crashed over me, my body trembling with the force of it, his name on my lips like a mantra.

He kissed his way back up my body, his erection pressing agains my thigh, hot and insistent, as he captured my mouth in a kiss that tasted of me, his hand stroking my side soothingly as I came down from the high.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice husky with need, his eyes searching mine for any sign of doubt.

“Yes,” I whispered, pulling him closer, my legs wrapping around is waist, guiding him to my entrance.

He positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against my wet folds, sliding in slowly, inch by inch, giving me time to adjust to the fullness, the stretch that bordered on pain but was quickly overtaken by pleasure as my body accommodated

him.

I gasped at the sensation, my nails digging into his back as he filled me completely, pausing when he was fully seated inside me, his forehead against mine, breaths mingling.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. “So tight, so perfect for me.”

“Move,” I begged, my hips shifting instinctively, needing the friction.

He did, pulling back slowly then thrusting in again, setting a gentle rhythm at first, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy with delicious friction that had me moaning with each movement, the pressure building again as he hit that spot inside me over and over.

and His pace quickened, hips snapping against mine, the sound of skin on skin filling the room, mingled with our gasps moans, his mouth finding my neck, teeth grazing the spot where the mark would go, the bond humming between us, demanding completion.

“Claire,” he growled, his wolf in his voice, “I want to mark you, make you mine forever, feel the bond snap into place as I claim you.”

“Do it,” I gasped, arching into him, the pleasure coiling tight in my core. “Mark me, Elijah, mate with me,

make me yours.”

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He bit down-sharp, perfect, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of my neck, the pain mingling with ecstasy as the bond flared bright and hot, snapping into place like a lock turning.

Our souls were intertwining in a way that made the orgasm crash over me with blinding force, my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him as he thrust one last time, spilling inside me with a groan of my name, his body shuddering with the intensity of his release.

We held each other as the aftershocks faded, breaths slowing, hearts beating in perfect sync through the new bond.

Mated.

Whole.

Finally.

Except, Elijah wasn’t quite done.

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