Semua Bab The Rogue’s Savage Claim on Me: Bab 41 - Bab 50

ELOWENHe didn't put me down until we were inside.Even then, he kept touching me — his hands on my shoulders, my waist, my face. Checking. Reassuring himself that I was whole. His eyes were still blazing gold, still more wolf than man, and I could feel the violence thrumming beneath his skin."I'm okay," I said for the tenth time. "He didn't hurt me. He just scared me.""Scared is hurt." His voice was a growl. "Fear is pain. He caused you pain."I couldn't argue with that."Sit," he said, guiding me toward the couch. "I will make you warm.""Fao, you don't have to—""Sit."The command in his voice sent a shiver down my spine — not fear, something else. Something that made me sink onto the couch without further protest.He moved around the cabin with surprising efficiency, grabbing the thick blanket from the bedroom, filling the kettle for tea, building up the fire until it crackled and roared. He was still naked — he'd shifted to meet me and hadn't bothered with clothes — but he didn

The word sent a jolt through me. The claiming. The knot that had swelled inside me, locked us together. I'd been unconscious for that part — had woken sore and stretched and marked."Do it," I heard myself say.His eyes flew to mine. "Elowen—""I want to feel it this time. All of it." I rolled my hips, taking him deeper. "Claim me again. Knot me. I want to be awake for it."The sound he made was barely human.He lifted me off him and I whimpered at the sudden emptiness — but then he was pulling me off the couch, pushing me down onto the floor on my hands and knees. The carpet was rough against my palms, but I didn't care. This was primal. This was wolf.He mounted me from behind, slamming back inside with one brutal thrust that made me scream. His hands gripped my ass — always my ass — as he started to fuck me with a ferocity that stole my breath.His body was shifting above me — I could feel fur brushing against my back, his muscles bulging and rippling, his cock growing inside me, t

Not obviously — I still worked the whole stage, made eye contact with the customers who were tipping, did my job. But every time I moved, every time I arched my back or rolled my hips, I was thinking about him. About the way he'd filled me up an hour ago. About the way he was watching me now. About going home and letting him claim me all over again.By the time my set ended, I was wet, flushed, and had made more in tips than I usually did in an entire weekend."Your boyfriend is intense," Mina said backstage, fanning herself. "He hasn't taken his eyes off you all night. And I think he made you, like, three times hotter somehow? The customers were losing their minds.""He's... motivating.""He's something." She grinned. "When you're done with him, send him my way.""Not a chance."When I finally made it to his booth during my break, he pulled me into his lap immediately, burying his nose in my neck."You smell like other men," he growled."It's a strip club. That happens.""I don't lik

Saturday afternoon, I stood in front of the mirror, trying to decide between two dresses."The blue one," Fao said from the doorway.I looked at him. He was wearing the clothes we'd bought specifically for this occasion — dark slacks, a button-down shirt, and the slide-on slippers instead of actual shoes. My mother was going to throw a fit if she noticed, but they were the best option. The sandals were too casual for dinner, and everything else was a "foot trap" according to Fao. He looked... human. Devastatingly handsome, but human."You sure? The green one is more conservative.""The blue one makes your eyes look like the sky." He crossed the room and wrapped his arms around me from behind, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Wear it.""Okay." I leaned back into him. "You look good, by the way.""I look uncomfortable.""You look human. That's the goal."He huffed, but he didn't argue.The car arrived at exactly five o'clock — a sleek black sedan that looked wildly out of place on my dir

The rest of dinner passed in a blur of stilted conversation and forced politeness. Trevor kept fishing for information — my job, where I was living now, how long Fao and I had been together. I deflected what I could, but my mother had never been good at reading a room."She's in her grandfather's old cabin," Mom said brightly when Trevor asked where I'd "landed" after our breakup. "You know the one, off Route 15? Very rustic. I keep telling her she should move somewhere with better cell service, but you know Elowen — stubborn as a mule."I felt Fao go rigid beside me. Felt his hand tighten on my knee.Trevor's smile widened. "Route 15. How... cozy. I had no idea you'd gone so rural, Elowen.""I like the quiet," I said flatly."I'm sure you do." His eyes flicked to Fao. "Must be nice. All that privacy."The threat was barely veiled. My mother didn't notice — she never noticed — but Fao did. I could feel the growl building in his chest, suppressed only by sheer force of will.Under the