The Claiming by Cooper novel Chapter 224

The Claiming by Cooper Book 4

The Contest by Cooper (Jaxon & Evangeline)

Chapter 24 Evangeline

Jaxon and I spend the next few hours exploring each other’s bodies, finding s*ensitive spots, ticklish spots and the places that turn us on the most. It’s the most fantastic night of my life, not to mention the most erotic.

I’ve k*issed, t*ouched and tasted every muscle, every line of his body until I know it as well as my own. And he’s done the same.

Now, I’m curled up beside him, my head on his chest, both of us having just found our release for the umpteenth time tonight. My body is more relaxed, more languid than it’s ever been. And still, I want more.

“Do you think it feels like this because we’ re mates?” I ask him.

“I would guess so. I mean, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience, but I know I’ve never wanted someone like I want you,” he says.

I lean into him, laying my chin on my hand, looking up at him. “Alpha Jaxon, what experience do you have?” I ask teasingly.

He tilts his head to look down at me before shaking it. “I’m not falling for that trap, but I will say this. Nothing in my life has or could ever compare to these last few hours. That was incredible and I hate that our time is coming to an end.”

I sigh, laying my head back on his chest. “Me too. We should probably head back soon.”

He k*isses the top of my head. “Let’s go wash off in the lake and then I’ll sneak you back to your room before the sun comes up.” He says.

He pulls me into the water, both of us washing the other. He’s h*ard again and I take him in my hands under the water, s*troking him in the way I now know he likes.

“Evangeline…” He growls low, reaching up to tug on my sensitive n*ipp*les.

“Just one more,” I say to him, feeling his h*ard length twitch in my hands.

“Oh, there will be many, many more in your future. But for now, one more,” he says, sliding a hand between my t*highs. He pushes the heel of his hand against my clit as he slides two f*ingers inside me. I’m tender from the many times he’s brought me to orgasm tonight, but the pain is overridden by the pleasure as he begins stroking me, building the ache inside me again.

We stand together, stroking each other, our gazes holding, and without words, we begin to r*ub and s*troke in time with the other so that when my body contracts around his f*ingers, I feel his c*oc*k contracting in my hands.

He pulls me to him, holding our bodies together as we pant, our bodies jerking with the aftershocks of yet another orgasm.

“F*uck, Evangeline. These next three months are going to be torture,” he says before taking my m*outh in a passionate k*iss. I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting this moment to end, not wanting this night to end.

When we finally pull apart, we finish rinsing off and then get our clothes. We walk halfway back, letting our bodies dry before pulling on our clothes.

“These are mine,” he says, pocketing my p*anties that I tossed aside hours ago.

He helps me into my dress, and I wrap my hair into a messy bun, having given up on trying to make it look presentable. He pulls on his pants and shirt, leaving the shirt unbuttoned and giving his jacket to me. I put it on, reveling in his scent.