The Unbreakable Claim

(Mature content warning )

The moment Eila's trembling fingers ghosted over his skin, Leonard stirred. His breathing hitched as her hesitant touch sent ripples of fire coursing through him. He was already on edge, his mind clouded by jealousy, frustration, and the unrelenting need to claim her—to make her his in every possible way.

And now, feeling her delicate hands exploring his body with an innocence that only fueled his desire, he was undone.

With a deep, guttural growl, Leonard's icy blue eyes snapped open, locking onto her flushed face. A mix of nervousness and something else—something daring—shone in her wide eyes. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed her wrist before she could retreat, his grip firm but not harsh.

"What do you think you're doing, little mate?" he murmured, his voice hoarse with restraint.

Eila swallowed, her lips parting, but no words came out. She hadn't thought this far ahead, hadn't expected him to wake up so soon. But looking at him now—his chiselled features sharp in the moonlight, his body taut with tension—she knew there was no turning back.

Leonard's gaze darkened as he sat up, pulling her onto his lap in one swift movement. She gasped, her small hands landing on his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin against hers. His large hands settled on her waist, holding her in place.

"Do you have any idea what you've started?" he whispered, his breath hot against her cheek.

She shivered but didn't pull away. Instead, she met his gaze with quiet determination. "You're angry," she murmured. "You're frustrated. You think you'll lose me. But you won't."

Leonard inhaled sharply. This girl—his mate—had no idea the war she had ignited within him. He didn't just want her; he needed her. And if she was offering herself to him, there was no way in hell he was going to hold back anymore.

A wicked smirk curled his lips. "Then prove it," he rasped.

Before she could react, he flipped her onto the mattress, pinning her beneath him. His body caged hers, his muscular frame pressing her into the soft sheets. He could feel her rapid heartbeat, the heat radiating from her skin.

"Leonard—" she breathed, but he silenced her with a searing kiss.

It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. It was raw, consuming, and utterly possessive. He devoured her lips, swallowing her gasps as his hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve. She melted beneath him, responding with a fire that ignited his own.

His lips trailed down her neck, pausing where her pulse raced wildly. This was where he would mark her, where he would sink his teeth and brand her as his forever. But not yet. He wanted her mind, body, and soul to surrender to him before he made that final claim.

Eila whimpered as he continued his relentless assault on her senses. Every touch, every kiss, every growl of approval sent shivers down her spine. She had never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by someone.

"Mine," Leonard growled against her skin. "Say it."

She gasped as his teeth grazed her shoulder, his hands gripping her thighs.

"Yours," she whispered, then louder, more certain. "I'm yours, Leonard."

That was all he needed.

A guttural sound rumbled in his chest as he finally gave in to his primal instincts. He moved with a hunger that left no room for doubt—no hesitation, no restraint. Every fibre of his being was focused on claiming her, making her forget anyone else existed.

She was surprised by his quickness and rawness but it seemed she was waiting for this her whole life. Her round mounds, her pink nether lips quivering with pleasure. Her honey and lavender scent was filling the air. It was driving him mad. 

He explored every possible corner of her body with his lips and hands, twisting and turning her rosy nipples around. He took her sweet but full breasts in his mouth and sucked on them to his heart's content. He felt like he was thirsty for this nectar for years. 

Then he skilfully proceeded towards her nether lips and claimed it with his lips and sucked on it until she was realising her sweet juices. He licked her clean and suddenly put his length in her with a slight force which made her hold her breath and then cry out in pain.

Then, he picked up his pace and claimed her with all his might, jealousy, and possessiveness. He raised her hips slightly and then rammed into her again with force.

Her throat was dry from the pleasant cries leaving her. 

The night was endless. Again and again, he rammed his impressive length into her soft delicate but agonisingly sensual body. Her quivering lips and writhing body under his hard tautness made him hard with every touch. He claimed her again and again. He worshipped her body until she could do nothing but hold onto him, sobbing his name. He pushed her past every limit, his dominance absolute yet laced with an undeniable devotion.

By the time exhaustion claimed her, Eila was utterly spent, her body trembling, her lips swollen from his kisses.

Leonard held her tightly against his chest, his breathing uneven as he struggled to calm himself.

His wolf, Zade, was purring in satisfaction, revelling in the bond that had been forged between them.

But it wasn't complete. Not yet.

His gaze drifted to her bare shoulder, where his mark should be. He had wanted to do it tonight—to officially claim her as his mate—but something held him back.

She had been so vulnerable, so open with him. He wanted her to be fully aware, fully willing when he marked her.

With a sigh, Leonard pulled the blanket over their tangled bodies and pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead. "Sleep, little mate," he murmured, allowing himself to finally relax.

And for the second time in years, Leonard Blackwell slept without nightmares.