His new stepsister His biggest threat (Claire and Elijah) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247

Claire’s POV

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Morning light crept through the curtains in soft, golden threads warming the tangled sheets and our bare skin where we were still pressed together.

I woke slowly, body heavy and deliciously sore, every muscle reminding me of the night before-the way Elijah had claimed me, filled me, knotted me until the bond sang so loud it drowne out everything else.

His cock was still inside me, soft now but thick enough that I felt the gentle stretch with every breath, his cum from multiple releases slick between my thighs, marking me inside and out.

I shifted just slightly, and Elijah stirred behind me, his arm tightning around my waist, pulling my back flush to his chest.

A low, sleepy rumble vibrated through him-more wolf than man-and the sound sent a fresh wave of heat pooling low in my belly.

His hips rocked forward instinctively, stirring his cock inside my pussy, and I gasped softly, the sound turning into a needy whimper as pleasure sparked through my still-sensitive walls.

Mmm” he murmured against my neck, voice thick with sleep and lingering desire. His lips brushed the mate mark he’d left,

the fresh bite still tender and throbbing in time with my pulse. “Morning, mate.”

The word-mate-sent a shiver racing down my spine. I could feel him everywhere now: in the bond, in the steady beat of his heart against my back, in the slow thickening of his cock as blood rushed back, stretching me open again even in his half-awake state.

“Morning,” I whispered back, smiling even though he couldn’t see it. I rolled my hips just a little, grinding back against him, feeling him swell and harden inside me, the stretch delicious after a night of being fucked so thoroughly.

He groaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my skin. “You trying to kill me first thing in the morning?”

I laughed softly, the sound breathy. “Just saying good morning properly.”

His hand slid up my stomach, cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple in lazy circles that made me arch into his touch. “Proper good morning, huh?”

His voice was still rough from sleep, but the hunger was already here, sharpening with every slow rock of his hips. “Think you can handle another round, baby? You’re still so swollen from last night.”

I clenched around him on purpose, feeling him twitch inside me. “Try me.”

That was all the invitation he needed.

He rolled us carefully, keeping himself buried deep as he positioned me on my stomach, his chest blanketing my back, weight braced on his forearms so he didn’t crush me.

The new angle let him sink even deeper, the head of his cock pressing right against my cervix in a way that made me moan into the pillow.

“Feel that?” he whispered against my ear, hips rolling in slow, deep circles. “Feel how deep I am? How perfectly you take me even after I fucked you raw all night?”

“Yes,” I gasped, fingers curling into the sheets. “So deep. So full.”

He kissed the mate mark again, tongue tracing the edges of the te, soothing and claiming at the same time. “My good girl. So wet for me already, even half-asleep. Dripping down my cock like you can’t get enough.”

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I whimpered, pushing back to meet his slow thrusts, the friction building in that perfect, lazy way that made every nerve light up.

His hand slid under me, fingers finding my clit and circling it with the same unhurried pace he was using to fuck me-gentle pressure, slow strokes, just enough to keep me climbing without letting me fall.

“Elijah,” I breathed, voice muffled against the pillow. “Please-more-”

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through both of us. “Palence, baby. We’re taking our time this morning. I want to feel every flutter, every squeeze. Want to hear you beg for it.”

His hips snapped forward once-harder, deeper-making me cry out, then he returned to that slow grind, dragging his cock along every sensitive inch of my inner walls, grinding against my g-spot until my thighs shook.

“You’re shaking,” he murmured, lips against my shoulder. “So close already. Can feel your pussy fluttering around me. You gonna come just like this? Slow and sweet while I fill you again?”

“Yes-please-”

He kept the rhythm maddeningly steady, fingers circling my clit in perfect time with his thrusts, building the pleasure so gradually I felt like I was melting from the inside out.

My breathing turned ragged, hips rocking back to meet him, chasing that perfect pressure.

“Look at me,” he said suddenly, voice rougher now. He shifted us so I was on my side, his chest to my back, one arm hooked under my knee to hold me open for him.

The new angle let him thrust even deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

I turned my head, meeting his gaze over my shoulder. His eyes were pure gold now, wolf staring back at me with raw, possessive hunger.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, leaning down to kiss me-slow, deep, tongue sliding against mine in perfect rhythm with his cock sliding in and out of my pussy. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”

The praise pushed me over.

I came with a broken cry, pussy clamping down hard around him, fluttering and spasming as pleasure crashed through me in hot, pulsing waves.

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

Elijah groaned, hips stuttering as he fucked me through it, drawing out every tremor until I was shaking, oversensitive and boneless in his arms.

He didn’t stop.

He kept moving-slower now, deeper, grinding against my cervix on every thrust. “One more,” he murmured, voice wrecked. “Give me one more, baby. I want to feel you come while I fill you again.”

I whimpered, already climbing again, the overstimulation turning sharp and sweet. “Elijah-too much-”

“You can take it,” he promised, kissing the mate mark. “You’re made for me. Made to take everything I give you.”

His fingers found my clit again, gentler this time, coaxing rather than demanding. The pleasure built slower, deeper, until I was trembling on the edge once more.

“Come with me,” I begged, reaching back to grip his hip. “Please come inside me again-”

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He thrust hard once, twice, burying himself deep.

“Fuck-Claire-

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He came with a guttural groan, cock pulsing, flooding me with hot spurts that triggered my own release. I shattered again. pussy milking him greedily, pulling every drop deep inside me as the bond flared bright between us.

We collapsed together, panting, sweaty, and satisfied, for the meantime.

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