His new stepsister His biggest threat (Claire and Elijah) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246

Claire’s POV

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Elijah’s body was still trembling above me, his cock buried deep inside my pussy, pulsing with the last waves of his release as the fresh mate mark throbbed on my neck.

The bond between us sang-bright, hot, unbreakable-every heartbeat echoing in perfect time with mine.

His forehead rested against mine, sweat-slick skin pressed to ski, his breath ragged and warm across my lips.

But he wasn’t softening. Not even close.

His hips gave a slow, deliberate roll, dragging the thick length of him along every sensitive inch of my inner walls. I gasped, the sound turning into a needy whimper as fresh pleasure sparked through me, sharp and bright after the overwhelming peak I’d just ridden.

My pussy clenched around him instinctively, still fluttering with aftershocks, and he groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my throat where his teeth had just claimed me

“You’re still so tight,” he rasped, voice wrecked and reverent at the same time. “Still squeezing me like you don’t want to let

go.”

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“I don’t,” I whispered, my fingers digging into the hard muscle of his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

His eyes flared gold again, wolf and man both staring down at me with raw hunger. “Wasn’t planning on it, baby.”

He shifted his weight, hooking one of my legs higher over his him so he could sink even deeper on the next slow thrust.

The new angle made me arch off the mattress, breasts pressing against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin with every movement. The friction was exquisite-too much and not enough all at once.

My clit throbbed against his pubic bone each time he bottomed out, grinding there on purpose, watching my face the whole time.

“Look at me,” he murmured when my lashes fluttered. “Let me see you fall apart again.”

I forced my eyes open, locking onto his. The intimacy of it was almost more overwhelming than the physical sensation-his gaze never leaving mine, drinking in every gasp, every tremble, very time my lips parted on a broken moan.

He was memorizing me, cataloging every reaction like he intended to recreate them for the rest of our lives.

And maybe he did.

His pace stayed slow but relentless, long, rolling thrusts that dragged the head of his cock over that perfect spot inside me again and again.

My thighs shook around his hips.

My toes curled against the backs of his legs.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the room every time he pushed back in-my arousal coating him, slicking the way for deeper penetration.

“You’re dripping for me,” he groaned, voice gravel-rough. “Feel that? Feel how wet you are, how easily you take every inch?”

“Yes,” I whimpered, nails raking down his back hard enough to leave marks. “Elijah-please-faster—”

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He gave me what I asked for.

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His hips snapped forward, harder, faster, the bed creaking under us as he fucked me with purpose now, each thrust driving the breath from my lungs.

The headboard tapped the wall in rhythm. My breasts bounced with every impact. My clit ground against him relentlessly until the pleasure built into something sharp and almost painful coiling tighter and tighter in my belly.

He shifted again, sliding one arm under my lower back to tilt my hips up, changing the angle so every stroke hit deeper, harder.

I cried out, the sound raw and unrestrained, my pussy fluttering around him as another orgasm barreled toward me.

“That’s it,” he growled against my ear, teeth grazing the mate mark he’d just made. “Come on my cock again, Claire. Let me feel you milk me dry.”

The command-combined with the way his shaft dragged over my g-spot with every punishing thrust-shattered me.

I came with a broken cry, back bowing off the mattress, nails scoring red lines down his shoulders as my pussy clamped down hard around him, spasming rhythmically, pulling him deeper.

Wet heat gushed between us, soaking his cock, his balls, the sheels beneath me.

Elijah groaned like he was in pain, hips stuttering as he fought to keep thrusting through my clenching release. “Fuck- Claire-fuck-”

He buried himself to the hilt and came again, thick pulses of cum flooding me, marking me from the inside the way his teeth had marked me on the outside.

His knot swelled at the base of his cock, not fully forming but pressing insistently against my entrance, stretching me wider, locking us together as he ground deep, spilling everything he had.

We collapsed in a sweaty, trembling heap.

His weight pinned me to the mattress, but I didn’t mind. I welcomed it. Craved it.

The feel of him still hard inside me, still twitching, still leaking the last drops of his release into me.

He kissed the mate mark gently, tongue soothing the sting. “Mind,” he whispered against the fresh bite.

“Yours,” I whispered back, fingers threading through his damp hair. “Always.”

He stayed inside me, softening slowly, knot receding, but he didn’t pull out. Instead he rolled us so I lay draped across his chest, legs tangled, his cock still nestled deep in my pussy.

“Stay like this,” he murmured, arms wrapping around me. “Just like this.”

I pressed a kiss to the center of his chest, right over his heart.

“I can feel you,” I whispered. “Inside me. In the bond. Everywhere.”

He hummed, low and satisfied. “Good. Because I’m not done with you tonight.”

My pussy fluttered around him at the promise.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through both of us.

“Rest for a minute,” he said, stroking my spine. “Then I’m going turn you over, spread you wide, and fuck you again-slow this time. So slow you beg me to go harder.”

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My breath hitched.

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He kissed my temple. “And then I’m going to eat you out while you’re still dripping with me. Taste us together. Make you come on my tongue until you can’t remember your own name.”

My thighs clenched around his hips involuntarily.

“And after that…” His voice dropped to a growl. “I’m going to know you properly. Fill you until you’re overflowing. Until the bond sings so loud neither of us can think straight.”

I whimpered, already feeling fresh arousal slicking between us where we were still joined.

“Elijah…”

He rolled his hips lazily, stirring his softening cock inside me, drawing a soft moan from my throat.

“Rest,” he repeated, voice tender now. “You’ve got a long night ahead of you, mate.”

Mate.

The word settled into my bones like sunlight.

I pressed my face into his neck, breathing him in-pine, sweat, sex, and the sharp metallic tang of the fresh mark.

I was his.

He was mine.

And we were only just beginning.

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