Claiming His Fate by Ellis Leigh Page A

placed her feet against my shoulders and used them for leverage, fucking me as I met her thrusts. 
    “What do you need?” My words were rushed, my own orgasm building in the pit of my stomach. I had to make her come first, had to feel that slick vise squeezing me from within.
    I licked my thumb and pressed it against her clit, circling in time with our thrusts. She keened and squealed, moving faster, pumping harder. 
    “C’mon, kitten. What can I do to make that pretty pussy come? What do you need from me? Because I want you to come. I want you to come so bad.”
    She tossed her head from side to side. “I don’t…I don’t know.”
    Remembering how much she liked it when I growled, I pulled one of her legs off my shoulder and guided it down and across my body. With a small tug, I had her on her side and facing away from me. Sliding into position from behind, I continued driving my cock inside, relentlessly rubbing her clit with my thumb. I rolled slowly until my back met the floor and she rested almost on my chest, still pumping my hips as hard as I could. And then I growled. Long, deep, and as loud as I dared in the hotel room, I let loose a growl that made the lamps vibrate. Charlotte froze for about two seconds before practically screaming my name as she came. Her muscles clenched around me, pulling me into the bliss with her as my own orgasm spread from my toes to my ears. Every inch of me felt it, every sliver of skin set on fire as the nerve endings screamed their pleasure.
    I stayed prone underneath her long after the final wave receded. I liked holding her, feeling her weight on me. Loved the sensation of her skin against mine. And she seemed to enjoy my touch as well. The mating bond felt stronger, the pull toward her increasing. I had to figure out a way to make this work. To keep my club life and her. Because I wasn’t ready to give up either just yet. 
    “I think I need a doctor,” she groaned. My heart stopped then raced with abandon. 
    “What’d I do?” I slid her to the side and angled over her, looking my mate over for any sign of what was wrong. 
    She giggled. “Relax. I didn’t mean literally. But my God, am I sore.”
    “Jeez, next time try not to give me a heart attack.” I shook my head and laughed even as my heart still pounded inside of me. Not wanting her to be uncomfortable a moment longer, I picked her up and placed her gently on the bed. Her blond hair looked like silk against the rough cotton sheets, but there was nothing I could do to make them softer. Once she was settled with a smile on her face, I slid in behind her. She wiggled back against me as I wrapped my arms around her. 
    “Give me a minute to rest and I’ll make sure you don’t think about that soreness for another second.”
    She chuckled. “What, you can’t just keep going? Shouldn’t you have insta-boner, like every seventeen-year-old boy out there?”
    “I’m a long way from seventeen.” I nibbled her ear and ran my nose along her cheek. “Though I think I’ve gotten better with age.”
    She sighed and arched her back. “Maybe, but those seventeen-year-olds have a quick recovery time.”
    I pressed my hips against her ass, letting her feel how hard I already was for her. How hard I always was when around her. 
    “Shifters are quicker.”

 
     
     
    TWELVE
     
    Cherry
    Two hours and six orgasms later, I was thanking every higher power I could think of for shifter recovery times. Or the almost lack thereof.
    I pulled a comb through my hair, having just finished showering. Reb was still in the bathroom, his fourth orgasm taking a bit more out of him than the previous ones. Of course, that one happened in a steamy shower while he had to hold me up against the tile wall. Not that he didn’t have the strength for it. But the balancing act took a bit of concentration on his part and flexibility on mine. The poor guy was probably exhausted.
    I pulled on my jeans, still sans panties, and yanked Reb’s