The Biker’s Claim

​Alaric had dropped me off at my dorm earlier that evening. He had been surprisingly gentle after our talk, making sure I was tucked in before he left. I managed to sleep for a few hours, but I woke up at midnight feeling like my skin was too tight for my body. My head was spinning with thoughts of the three of them.

​I needed to clear my head. I walked into the small communal bathroom down the hall, thankful it was empty at this hour. I let the cold water run over my body for a long time, trying to wash away the scent of sandalwood and the feeling of being watched.

​When I finished, I wrapped a thin white towel around myself and walked back to my room. I stepped inside and locked the door, leaning my back against the wood. I just wanted one night of peace.

​"You’ve been making it very hard to find you, Elena."

​I screamed, my hand flying to my chest. Killian was sitting in my desk chair, his heavy boots propped up on my bed. He was wearing his leather vest, and his hair was windblown like he’d just come off the highway.

​"Killian! How did you get in here?" I gasped, clutching the towel tighter. "It’s midnight! The security, the other girls... how did you even pass the front desk?"

​"Locks are just a suggestion to me," he said, standing up slowly. He looked bigger in the small dorm room, his presence taking up all the air. "And I don't care about security. You haven't picked up my calls in a week. You ignored my texts. I don't like being ignored."

​"I was overwhelmed," I said, backing away until I hit the closet. "I needed to think."

​"Think about what?" He stepped into my space, his scent of smoke and rain hitting me like a wave. He reached out and gripped my arm, pulling me toward him. "You’ve been hiding, and now you're going to pay the debt."

​Before I could protest, he spun me around and bent me over the edge of my bed. I gasped as the towel slipped, barely staying in place.

​"Start counting, Elena," he growled.

​"No, Killian, please—"

​Smack.

​His hand landed hard against my rear. The sting was immediate and sharp. I let out a yelp, my eyes tearing up.

​"One!" I shouted.

​Smack.

​"Two!"

​He didn't stop until I reached twenty. By the time he was done, I was sobbing into the mattress, my skin stinging with a heat that felt like it was glowing. But under the pain, there was that traitorous pulse of pleasure again. My body was humming, responding to his touch in a way that made me feel insane.

​Killian sighed and pulled me back up into his arms. He tucked a stray hair behind my ear, his expression softening just a fraction. "I'm sorry, amore. But don't ever do that to me again. Don't go silent on me."

​I nodded, my breath hitching. "I understand. I'm sorry."

​I looked up at him, and something shifted in me. I was tired of being the one who was always being taken. I wanted to see him lose his cool for once.

​"Killian," I whispered. "I want to do something for you."

​He arched a dark eyebrow. "What?"

​I didn't answer. I dropped to my knees in front of him. I saw his eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat. I reached for the zipper of his heavy denim trousers.

​"Elena, wait," he said, his voice strained. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I’m not forcing you into this."

​I looked up at him and shook my head. "I want this. I want to see you break."

​I pulled his trousers down, and his dick sprang free. I gasped. He was huge, thick and pulsing, but what caught my eye was the small silver piercing at the very tip. I reached out and touched it with my finger.

​Killian let out a low, deep groan. "Careful, Elena."

​I leaned in and licked the metal, my tongue swirling around the tip. I heard him hiss as his hands found my hair, his fingers tangling in the damp strands. I took him into my mouth, realizing quickly that I didn't have much of a gag reflex. I took him deep, my throat opening up for him.

​Killian was swearing under his breath, his hips jerking slightly. I moved down, taking his balls into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them while my hand kept up a steady rhythm on his shaft.

​"Fuck, Elena! You're going to kill me," he growled, his grip on my hair tightening.

​He was breathing like he’d just run a marathon. I could feel him peaking, his body tense and vibrating. Just as he was about to go over the edge, I pulled out.

​I stood up, a small, triumphant smile on my lips. Killian looked like he’d been struck by lightning. His mouth was open, his eyes glazed with lust. The stone-faced biker was completely broken.

​"What are you doing?" he choked out.

​I didn't say a word. I straddled him, sitting right on his lap. I felt him thick and heavy against me. I was so wet I felt like I was melting. I lowered myself down, taking him in all at once.

​"Oh god," I moaned, my head falling onto his shoulder. He was everywhere. He felt like he was filling every empty part of me.

​Killian didn't stay still for long. He reached up and pushed the towel completely away, his hands finding my breasts. He leaned in and started sucking on one, his teeth grazing the nipple.

​I started to ride him, my hips moving in a slow, grinding circle. Killian helped me, his hands on my waist, driving himself up into me with every downward stroke.

​"I want your screams, amore," he whispered against my skin. "I want to own you. I want my scent all over yours until you smell like nothing but me. I want to fill you with everything I have. Take Daddy’s dick well and be a good girl for me."

​I was screaming then. I didn't care who heard. The pleasure was too sharp, too intense. It felt like we were fighting, a beautiful, violent clash of bodies.

​"I want to cum, Killian! Please!"

​"Not yet," he said.

​He pulled me off him and flipped me onto the bed, laying me flat on my back. He stripped off his shirt, tossing it into the corner. He climbed over me and dived back in, his thrusts powerful and deep. He leaned down and kissed me, his mouth tasting like me, his tongue dancing with mine.

​This felt different. It felt like lovemaking, even though it was so raw. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his back, my nails digging into his skin. I felt his muscles ripple under my fingers, and I didn't care when I felt the skin tear slightly.

​"Cum for me, baby," he groaned.

​I let go, my body exploding into a million pieces. A second later, Killian let out a roar, his body tensed as he spilled everything inside me.

​We stayed like that for a long time, just breathing together in the dark. Killian eventually stood up and grabbed a clean towel from my rack. He wiped me down gently, his touch tender, before wrapping me in his arms again.

​"Sleep, amore," he whispered, kissing my forehead. "I'm still here. I’m not going anywhere."

​I closed my eyes, feeling complete as I drifted off to sleep.