The One He Claimed by cooper (Sophie and Hunter) novel Chapter 36

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The pack cheers as Hunter takes my palm and slices it down the center letting it drip into the ceremonial cup. Once my blood has dripped, Lucas and Kinsley also slice their palms and let their blood drip into the cup. Then one by one, each pack member comes to the stage and swears their loyalty to us and the pack, sipping from the cup before exiting the stage.

The sun sets long before the line is complete but when the last pack member finally swears their allegiance and loyalty to the pack, Hunter announces the celebration. Everyone cheers, someone starts the music, and the rest of the night, I find myself meeting and talking to all of the pack members, recounting my story of where I’ve been for the last two years over and over until Hunter sweeps me onto the dance floor.

I’m definitely rusty after two years of not dancing, but Hunter covers for any of my mistakes, being a perfect partner in dance and in life.

It’s early in the morning when Hunter leads me back to our room, making love to me again in our bed, before tucking me up against him and falling into sleep.

Hunter

I wake, surrounded by the scent of orchids, Sophie’s warm, naked body tucked against mine.

Last night was a huge success, but today begins the real work. As much as I want to let my sweet mate sleep, we need to get up. It’s time for Sophie to be reunited with her parents

I snuggle closer to her, kissing her shoulder, and sliding my hand under the sheet to rub against her hip and thigh. I’d love nothing more than to make love to my mate again, but after last night, or early this morning, I

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know she’s probably sore.

However, my mate doesn’t seem to care, and as she comes awake, she presses her sweet ass against my hard length, moaning softly.

“Good morning,” I say, still kissing her shoulder, moving to her neck.

She reaches up, moving her hair to give me better access and I oblige by licking and sucking on her neck.

“Are you going to make it a good morning?” she asks me. Her voice is deep, partly with increasing desire and partly with decreasing sleepiness.

“Depends. How do you feel?”

“Achy?”

“Achy?” I ask, lifting my head to look at her more closely. Her body doesn’t feel warm, but if she’s sick….

“I have an ache between my thighs that only you can alleviate,” she says, her eyes still closed, but her backside begins pressing against me even

more.

I move my hand to slide between her thighs, feeling how wet she already is for me. I slide two fingers inside her, watching as she gasps. I love that her eyes are still closed. Something about this time, early in the morning when everything is still quiet feels extremely intimate.

“Is this where you’re aching?” I whisper in her ear.

“Yes,” she moans softly.

“Let me see if I can help you with that.” I say and replace my fingers with my hard length, sliding into her slowly

She moans and whimpers, arching back to take me deeper into her body. “Will it ever go away? This constant need to feel you inside me?” she

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asks.

“Goddess, I hope not.“.

I take my time, slowly waking my mate and casing her ache as well as my own. It’s nearly an hour and several orgasms later, when we finally leave the bed, both of us still panting with beads of sweat on our brow.

“Come on, we need to shower. We have an appointment with your father.”

That gets her attention and as we step into the shower, I can feel her apprehension.

“Talk to me,” I say, as I push her head under the water, getting her hair wet before pouring shampoo into my hand and rubbing it into her hair. I make a note to stop and pick up some feminine smelling shampoo, maybe they make something that smells like orchids that my mate would like.

Her eyes open, and she looks up at me as I massage the shampoo into her hair. “What if he’s angry that I left? What if blames me for everything that‘ s happened to him?”

I stop what I’m doing and put my hands on her shoulders. “He won’t be angry. He’ll be thrilled to finally see you again, to know that you are safe and alive.”

“How do you know?” she whispers.

“Because, if it were my daughter, I wouldn’t care what mountains I’d had to scale to keep you safe, I would only care that you were safe. Your father loves you, Sophie. That was obvious to me the night I met you. He‘ 11 be happy, very, very happy, to see you.

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