39. Thrag

39

THRAG

T he fire's glow paints Claire's face with a soft, golden light. It's the kind of light that seems to make time stand still, to turn even the most ordinary moment into something magical. She looks at me with those warm eyes.

"Claire," I say. "You are my heart's true desire."

Her smile is like the dawn, chasing away the shadows of my past. "And you, Thrag, are my everything," she says softly.

Our lips meet in a kiss that speaks of promises kept and the future we're building together. It's a kiss that seals our physical and emotional connection, a testament to the love that has grown between us against all odds.

As we pull away, breathless, Claire's eyes sparkle with mischief and something more—a hunger that matches my own. "Thrag," she whispers, her fingers deftly working at the laces of my pants. "I want to explore you, to learn every inch of you."

My member hardens at her words, throbbing with anticipation. I'm an alpha male, used to being in control, but with Claire, I find myself eager to submit to her touch, to her desire. "Then do as you wish, my mate," I tell her, my voice gruff with need.

She slips her hand into my pants, her fingers wrapping around my hard length. A groan escapes my lips as she begins to stroke me, her touch firm yet gentle. "You're so big, so hard," she murmurs, her eyes locked on mine.

I can't help but groan louder, the sound vibrating through my chest. "That's what you do to me, Claire," I growl softly.

With a swift motion, she rips my pants down. I raise an eyebrow at her, but she silences any comment with a kiss, her tongue darting out to tease mine.

She breaks the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck, my chest, until she's kneeling before me. Her breath is hot against my skin, and I can feel my heart pounding in my chest. She looks up at me, her eyes full of lust and love, and then she takes me into her mouth.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mixture of warmth and wetness that has me gripping her hair, guiding her movements. She moans around me, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. "Claire," I gasp, my legs trembling with the effort of staying upright.

She pulls back, a wicked grin on her face. "Do you like that, my love?" she asks, her voice full of confidence.

"Yes," I growl, my need for her growing with each passing moment. "Don't stop."

She obliges, taking me back into her mouth, her hand working in tandem with her lips. I can feel the pressure building within me, a storm that threatens to break at any moment.

Suddenly, I pull her to her feet. "Enough," I say, my voice hoarse with desire.

My hands cradle her face, and I guide her to look at me. "Bend over the bed," I command, my voice a low growl.

She obeys, her body moving with a grace that stirs something primal within me. I close the distance between us, reaching around her to cup her breasts in my large hands. Her sharp intake of breath as I tease her nipples into hard peaks sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my groin. Her body responds to my touch, her back arching.

But I want more.

I drop to my knees behind her, my hands tracing the curve of her hips, the soft swell of her backside. My tongue darts out, tasting the salt of her skin as I explore the valley of her thighs, parting them gently with my hands. She gasps as I find her core, my tongue delving into her folds, lapping at her wetness with ravenous hunger.

"Thrag," she moans, her voice thick with desire. "Please, I need you inside me."

Her words ignite a fire within me, the alpha male in me roaring to life. I rise to my feet, my hands never leaving her body as I position myself behind her. I can feel the heat of her, the slickness that tells me she's ready for me. With one hand on her hip, I guide my hard length to her entrance, teasing her with the tip before slowly pushing inside.

We both groan as I fill her completely, the sensation of her tight walls clenching around me nearly sending me over the edge.

I begin to thrust, each movement deliberate and powerful, evidence of the strength and desire that courses through my veins. Claire meets my rhythm, pushing back against me, her moans growing louder with each deep stroke.

I reach around her again, finding her most sensitive spot with my fingers, stroking her in time with my thrusts. "Come for me, Claire," I growl in her ear.

And she does, her body shattering around me, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls of our modest home. The sensation of her release triggers my own, a rush of heat that floods through me as I find my release deep within her.

We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close, breathing in the scent of her, a scent that I've come to associate with warmth, safety, and home.

"Thrag," she whispers, turning in my arms to face me. "I love you."

"And I love you, Claire," I say, my voice filled with the depth of that love. "You've given me something I thought was lost forever."

She smiles at me, her hand reaching up to trace the scars on my chest—scars that remind me of the pain and loss that defined my life before her. "You're not alone anymore, Thrag. You have a family with me."

I pull her closer, our bodies fitting together perfectly, as if we were made for each other. And in this moment, with Claire by my side, I know that I've finally found my true purpose, my true home. I am an alpha male, a protector, a warrior—but above all, I am hers, and she is mine.

We are one.