Page 206 of Claim Me
"Let yourself fall…" he says softly, his tone a bit dazed, "I will join…"
And I do let myself fall.
Five thrusts, that’s all it takes before the pleasure hits so hard I let out a low groan, and instinctively I reach around to wrap my hand around his cock, feeling him throb and pulse just like me, only without a sound.
Now his body loosens even more, almost melting into the sheets.
I sink down behind him again, still inside, purring once more.
"Mmm…" Blue murmurs, "that’s… nice…"
We lie like that for a while, him half asleep, drifting somewhere between rest and something lazy sensual, until it starts to show in the way his hips move, small, unsteady motions pressing back onto my dick, begging for more, and I don’t need to be asked twice. I roll him onto his stomach and brace myself over him on my elbows, glancing down at the place I’m buried between his ass cheeks, still amazed that he can take me at all. Something about his strange, almost-rose-omega physiology clearly makes it possible.
The ring of petals is stretched around my thick dick’s base and it looks just insane.
I plant my hands beside his head and start moving my hips, enjoying how wet he is, the rub, the swaying movement itself makes me dizzy, and I catch myself groaning with every thrust, every slide into him pushing me closer to the breathless edge.
"I can’t… I just need to—"
"Go for it…"
And I do. I let go completely. The orgasm hits hard, rippling through me as I press into him, my voice breaking as I come inside him, barely able to form words.
"Too good… you’re too good… gonna kill me…"
"Doubt that…"
I keep rambling anyway, lost in it, lights bursting behind my eyes like fireworks. "Is it mine… this perfect, tight heat… is it only mine?"
"Onlyyours, Gabe…"
That sends another wave through me, enough to drag out one more pulse before I finally collapse against him… Then I reach down under his hip and find the damp evidence there. Well, it’s obvious; during sex we’re completely in sync, like a closed circuit. And I love that.
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When we land in the States, the first thing we’re hit with is news so unexpected it stops me cold.
Rocco Ferro… is dead.
The new capo of the Ferro family didn’t stay in power for long, only three months, ever since September, when he took over after Anzo. Despite meeting him back when I was involved in underground fighting, we never really talked aside from that one conversation that ended with me throwing my last fight and getting the half million.
Rocco died under circumstances no one seems able to explain, at least not publicly.
Whether it was his final act, orchestrating the attack on Blue, or someone else’s, remains unclear.
I should feel relieved, because Rocco was one of Blue’s known enemies, one less threat, but something about it feels incomplete, like he wasn’t the last person I should be worried about when it comes to protecting Blue.
And that’s not the only thing making headlines.
Within minutes of landing, when I check my phone to send a few condolence messages to my uncles, I freeze at the sight of my own face staring back at me.
One article after another pops up, my face in a black mask, but still recognizable to anyone who knows me.
"Blue’s bodyguard delivers fiery defense of his employer," one headline reads.
Another: "Passionate speech by Blue Lowen’s guard draws attention to his lesser-known activities."
I blink, scrolling through it, tense.
