Claimed(74)

“Wrap your legs around me,” he growled.



She did, putting herself at his mercy, handing over control. Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and now he was the only thing holding her up, the only one with the power to move. One arm kept her tight to him, while his other hand braced the wall above her head as he began to fuck her. Quick, deep thrusts that had her shoulders bumping the wall and her nails digging into his neck.



He almost blacked out when her inner muscles rippled around him. “Oh yeah, there you go. Squeeze my cock, baby.”



She bore down again, and his vision wavered as pleasure shuddered through him. He quickened the pace, his body slapping hers with each deep stroke of his cock. Her breathing grew heavy, but he knew she wasn’t there yet. Goddamn it, he wanted her to be. He wanted to feel her pussy milking him as she came, hear the throaty sounds she made when she let go.



“I don’t come until you do,” he muttered into her ear, and then he changed the angle, leaning forward so that his next thrust caused his pelvis to make contact with her clit. He rotated his hips in a hard grind, and Hudson moaned loud enough to wake the dead.



“Oh God.” Her fingernails dipped beneath his collar and raked bare skin, making him grunt in pain. “Keep doing that. Please don’t stop doing that.”



Connor didn’t stop. He went faster, slamming into her at an angle until his cock was soaked from her excitement and all he could hear were her needy moans.



“Come for me,” he rumbled.



“Make me,” she gasped. “Help me.”



“Is this what you need, baby?”



Chuckling, he reached between them and pressed his thumb to her clit, timing the contact with his next thrust, and he was rewarded by her cry of release. Her pussy clamped around him as she came, her nails digging into the back of his neck and her teeth sinking into his shoulder. He loved seeing her lose control. Loved being the one who made her lose control.



Her legs trembled around his hips as he fucked her through the orgasm, keeping his gaze glued to her face. So beautiful. Her eyes were unfocused, fuzzy with pleasure, and it cracked his chest wide open, the trust she so willingly handed him. She trusted him to make her feel good, trusted him not to let her fall. He’d never been with a woman who gave herself to him so completely. That trust… it was more powerful than any aphrodisiac. It was humbling and terrifying and so arousing that his balls tightened in warning.



His senses returned in that final moment before release hit, and he pulled out abruptly, blinding pleasure exploding inside him. As a shudder overtook him, he yanked her shirt up and spilled onto her stomach, semen coating her pale flesh, making it glisten in the candlelight.



His breathing was ragged as he met her eyes. She looked as stunned as he felt, as if she hadn’t expected the fierceness of their joining, either.



“Connor.” Lennox’s amused voice traveled across the room.



Connor turned, stiffening when he realized that every pair of eyes in the room was fixed intently on him and Hudson. Expressions ranged from fascination to arousal, but it was Lennox’s knowing smirk that grated the most. The man’s silvery gaze took in Hudson’s bare tits, Connor’s bare ass, his come shining on her stomach. Jesus. He couldn’t have marked her any more than if he’d tattooed his name on her skin.



“I need to talk to you before you go,” Lennox prompted.



Furious with himself, Connor grabbed a cocktail napkin from a nearby table and pressed it into Hudson’s hand. “Get cleaned up,” he ordered. “I’ll meet you outside.”



He tucked his dick in his pants and zipped up, then stalked off, feeling Hudson’s astonished gaze follow him all the way out the door.



“Well, I certainly didn’t expect that.”



Hudson spun around, startled to see Tamara coming up beside her. She was still breathless and tingly from that crazy, frantic sex and confused as hell about Connor’s abrupt departure. The man had possessed her body like he owned it. He’d done it in a roomful of people and then walked away as if he hadn’t knocked her entire world off its axis.



Avoiding Tamara’s incredulous gaze, she hastily wiped her stomach and pulled down her shirt, as if what had just happened was no big deal. “You didn’t expect what?”



“Honey, that man may as well have stuck a flag in your pussy and called it Connorland.”



Her gaze flew up. “What?”



Tamara took a dainty sip of the drink in her hand. “Connor only fucks in the private rooms. If he did it out here where everyone could see, it was because he was sending a message. Telling everyone to keep their hands off you.” The woman looked deeply impressed. “How the hell did you manage that? You must have a magic pussy, baby.”