His Claiming Novels & Stories

“You’re mine tonight. Every scream. Every shake. Every fucking tear.” I broke again. Harder. Louder. My body trembled beneath him, sweat slicking my skin. When he climbed back over me, I was wrecked. But hungry. His cock… thick, heavy, glistening at the tip…pressed against my entrance. He paused, brushing a finger along my cheek. “Last chance, little star. If I start, I’m claiming you. Even if you don’t know what that means yet.” “Claim me,” I whispered.

When her eyes find Juni they hold for a fraction too long—assessment, injury, calculation—then move to me. The senior clerk looks up. “Alpha Voss. You requested to present material before the window closes.” “I present a completed claim,” I say. My voice carries cleanly. “The woman standing with me has accepted it. Freely. In full. The claim is mutual. It is not contingent on this chamber’s clock, and it is not offered as a substitute for investigation into the net already on your record. It is simply the truth of what we are to each other, placed on the record before the window ends.”

"Immediately." He appeared very cool about the fact that he had just found out who his mate was. Inside, I was jumping for joy. "Claim you?" he asked. "Yes. That's the next thing. Isn't it? You claim your mate once you've found her." He looked me over from head to toe. "And why would I want to claim you? Or someone like you?" I noticed he had a cocky expression like he didn't really take things seriously.

“Fine. But I don't have a reason to lie. Why would I lie?” “There are a lot of reasons like money, revenge, the satisfaction of destroying someone else's happiness.” His voice turned cold. “I know you are desperate, and I have seen what desperate people do when they want something badly enough.” “Too bad for you, cause I'm not desperate.” “Aren't you? You show up three weeks before my wedding with a pregnancy you claim is mine, demanding acknowledgment and support.” “Point of corrections, I'm not demanding anything, I'm only informing you about your child.”

"It’s not ideal and I’m not sure if you’ll be okay with this, but I have to try. You and Lucas, if you want him, I’m not going to stand in the way. But I needed more time. Can you hang on with me just for a few more weeks? Pretend to be my fiancee until at least before the Claiming?" "I don’t understand." "Don’t announce your relationship with Lucas in public until I give you the go signal. I know I don’t have a fucking right to demand this from you, but I need you to help me. I’ve already explained it to your brother, and he wants you to make the decision." "Will I get to end up with Lucas? Will he be the one to claim me on the Claiming?" "Yes. I will guarantee you that." "But why do we sti

"Christopher, I'm going to ask you nicely, do you know where she is?" "No. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you. Do you think I want to be friends?" "If I find out-" "You won't. I have no desire to fight with you, nor cause a war. I want to keep our relationship as it is. A disaster. But... not as big." "Fine. Just to let you know, I have three men around this city. One of them saw her, that's why I'm here, Christopher. Be careful. I'm not nice," Chris chuckled.

he said, giving her a gentle peck before striding in the direction his father had left in. Placing the used dishes on the large marble kitchen counter, Isobel glanced at Annie, who was busy scraping the scraps of food at the garbage disposal. “Annie, can I ask a question?” “Of course, dear.” “What’s a claiming mark?” Annie glanced at her, her eyes wide with shock. “Didn’t my son explain?” “No. I guess we didn’t get that far in the explanation. We kinda got stuck in the whole, he’s a wolf shifter revelation.”

He tilts his head up, breaking our eye contact, to look at something behind me. I glance over my shoulder, the stranger whoever he was is scurrying away. “Nikolai owns Truth.” Katya declares. “It makes a lot more sense why you brought us here.” “That is your husband? Well damn.” Nadia adds. Immediately, the arm around my waist tightens, pulling me closer against the hard chest, demanding my rapt attention. Was I anticipating his arrival? Of course. But trust the man to shock me regardless.

“That’s inappropriate.” “It’s honest,” he countered, unapologetic. “And you strike me as someone who values honesty… even when it comes in the wrong tone.” Cassian’s jaw tightened visibly. Zara exhaled slowly. “You’re persistent, Mr. Lancaster.” “I’m consistent,” he corrected smoothly. “And I don’t take no for an answer from brilliant women who deserve to say yes.” There was a pause — heavy, electric, thick with the awareness that he would not drop this easily.

“You know what it means when a man claims you and you don’t say no?” “Means I’m his, I guess,” I said. “Yeah, true, but it’s more than that. For us, it’s a serious bond, a serious thing. You could say it’s like getting married.” I went totally still. “Married?” “That’s right,” he said. “Jaguar didn’t tell you that part?” “No,” I said softly, horrified. “For us, claiming a woman is saying you’re going to marry her. It’s like getting engaged.”