All Chapters of Claimed By His Daddy (Stripper/Nerd): Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

KaelThe room was bathed in a soft golden light filtering through the heavy curtains. The air was thick with anticipation and the lingering scent of our earlier passion. Arielle lay beside me her body a landscape of curves and shadows. Her hair was a wild tangle of red across the pillows her eyes bright with unshed tears. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.I reached out tracing the line of her jaw with my fingertips. “Arielle" I murmured her name, a question amd a promise and a plea. "I need you."She turned into my touch her hand covering mine her eyes never leaving my face. “I am here" she whispered. "I am always here."I leaned down my mouth capturing hers in a slow deep kiss. This was not the desperate hungry kiss of before. This was a kiss of exploration of rediscovery. I wanted to memorize every curve every dip every taste. I wanted to drink her in until she was a part of me until I could never be separated from her again.She moaned softly into my mouth her b

KaelI have faced wars without flinching. I have stood before councils that wanted my blood and did not bow. I have carried a crown that weighed more than any blade ever could. But standing at the edge of the graduation hall with a small box burning a hole in my pocket had my palms sweating like a boy about to confess his first secret.I kept adjusting the flowers in my hands like they might betray me if I held them wrong. They were simple. White lilies and moon blooms twisted together the way the florist suggested when I told her who they were for. She smiled in that knowing way people always do when they recognize fate standing right in front of them. I hated that she knew. I loved it tooo!The flowers were fresh and cool and smelled faintly like night rain. Arielle loved things that felt alive. I learned that early. She had always been drawn to things that survived like herself.The hall was full with humans and wolves. A few witches tucked quietly among the seats pretending not

Jax Drayke grew up confused as to why he never finds pleasure no matter how many times he has had sex and how long. Then he decided to try something new that might destroy the chances of him becoming a complete Alpha. He strips at a hidden underground club; masked, oiled and worshipped by everyone. No one knows Sin-blade is JAX DRAYKE. Arianna Hale, his forever enemy and the stubborn bartender with a weak wolf blood was the one to uncover that secret because she was his mate. She is the one girl who never bowed to him. Then she sensed him in the crowd and felt the mating bond pulsing… She knows who is behind that mask and she can ruin him with one word but she realized she liked having the upper hand. And she always wants to be dominant. Jax must choose between the throne he was born for and the nature inside of him. The pack doesn't forgive. Jax I left the pack quietly like a man who already knew there was no place left for him to stand without breaking something precious. The o

JaxThe second set always hit harder than the first. The crowd was drunker and loud and very not patient. Want pressed against skin like heat you could not escape even when you stepped off the stage. By the time the music faded and the lights dimmed again my muscles burned and sweat cooled against my spine and the mask felt heavier than it had an hour ago. Applause chased me as I disappeared behind the curtain but I did not bow or look back. I never did. I learned early that if you let them think they owned you even for a second they would never stop reaching. You have to set boundaries immediately with wolves like these. Backstage was chaotic the way it always was. Girls laughing or someone swearing about a broken heel. The air is thick with oil and perfume and adrenaline. I grabbed a towel and dragged it over my face and neck slowly trying to ground myself. My wolf was restless tonight. Not angry but definitely not calm either. Like it was waiting for something to go wrong. That

Jax The walk to her apartment was a blur of pavement and streetlights, the distance feeling shorter than it actually was because every step closer to her felt like step closer to finally quenching a thirst I’d had for four years. I didn’t speak cause I couldn’t. The wolf inside me was pacing, snarling amd desperate to get her behind closed doors.She walked fast, her sneakers hittinh against the sidewalk but I could hear the hitch in her breathing. She felt it too. That electric current in the air that made the hair on my arms stand up. The bond wasn't asking anymore it was demanding.She fumbled with her keys outside a door that looked like it had seen better decades, her hands shaking just enough to notice. I wanted to take the keys from her, to open it for her but I knew she’d snap at me for taking control. So I waited, my jaw clenching as I watched her struggle with the lock.Finally it clicked.The door swung open and we were inside. It was small. It smelled like her all vanill