A. Arthur - Shifter's Claim

At that little action Bas purred. She felt the sound as it emanated deep in his chest then ripped free and in response she moaned her own pleasure. With reckless abandon that she figured would lead to a lot of forehead slapping and scolding of herself later, Priya wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grasping the material of the long-sleeved shirt he wore between hurried fingers. She pulled at the shirt until it gave, ripping free of its hold within his pants. Yanking upward she attempted to rid him of it, but for that they needed to tear their mouths apart. Bas made the move, pulling back enough so that she could get that shirt over his head and her busy little fingers on his bare skin. She rubbed along the back of his shoulders where she knew his tattoo began. He buried his head in the crook of her neck, licking and biting her skin there. His hands moved downward until he was lifting one of her legs, pulling it up past his thighs to wrap around his waist.

She’d worn pants to her meeting with Rome, a dove-gray linen pantsuit to be exact, and was now cursing herself for not having the convenience of a skirt to hurry this passionate process along. Still, even the barrier of clothes did not stem the heat building fiercely between them. It did not stall the pressure of his arousal pressing forcefully against hers. In that moment her thighs shook as moisture coated the thick walls of her center. Priya shivered and heard the tearing of her blouse as Bas ripped the buttons free. He kissed along her collarbone and she helped him by pulling her arms free of the jacket and blouse. His teeth scraped over the rise of her breasts seconds before he cupped both mounds, squeezing tightly with his hands. Her head fell back, rapping against the door as she gasped for air. Bas used his teeth once again to tear the bra from her chest, stroking his tongue over the now freed nipples. His hands went to her waist where he popped the button of her pants free then proceeded to push the pants and her underwear down her legs. Priya hurriedly stepped out of her shoes, then her pants and underwear. And then she was naked and Bas was not.

With an impatient moan she reached for his belt buckle and repeated the popping, pushing motions he’d just performed on her. The second they were both naked her legs were wrapped around his waist again. He entered her with one swift thrust, sending her head back against the door once more, her nails driving into the skin of his shoulders, his name tearing from her lips.

“Don’t leave me again,” he whispered into her ear as he continued to thrust inside of her.

Priya rode the continuous waves of desire as Bas filled her, completing some part of her she hated to relinquish. His strong hands gripped her buttocks, spreading her cheeks as wide as her legs, touching her in that forbidden place he loved to explore. Until Bas, Priya had never been touched there, never thought to allow such penetration, but now, she craved it, biting down on her lower lip as his finger pressed slowly inside. Deeper and deeper he went, all the while his length was stroking her coated walls appreciatively, sensually. Something about the contrasting sensations rippling through her at the simultaneous penetration pushed her right over the edge and she screamed with her release.

Bas walked slowly then, carrying her away from the door. His erection was still hard and deep inside of her, his hands now holding her securely around her waist. He stopped at her couch, pulling out of her gently, letting her feet slowly touch the floor. His hands went to her cheeks once more as he cupped her face and held her stare.

“I came back for you,” he told her. “I needed to.”

Priya nodded slightly, licking her lips before replying, “I hoped you would.”

He kissed her again, an open-mouthed duel between their tongues, a merging of moans and purrs until their sounds filled the room. In the next instant he tore his mouth away from hers, turning her so that her back was now to his front. He held her right there, one arm around her waist, the other hand snaking between her legs. On his silent command Priya lifted her leg, settling her foot on the couch and granted him complete access.

Her head dropped back to his shoulders as Bas worked the tightened nub of her center. She jerked her hips back and forth, loving the rough stroking followed by soft pressure. Her arousal was so clear it could be heard with every motion of his fingers inside her, the smacking sound making her hungry for more. His fingers slid back and forth, granting attention to her clit to the point where she shook with pleasure, then reaching back to dip inside her center, making her buck with desire. When he touched her back entrance again, this time Priya screamed out his name, louder and longer than she ever imagined she could.

“Please,” she whispered. “Now.”

It wasn’t a request but a demand. As strange as it may sound to need something she’d never had so desperately, she needed him there like she needed her next breath.

Bas had never been one to deny a woman any sexual request. With a hand to the small of her back he pushed Priya gently so that she was now bent over the couch, one leg still propped up. He had an unfettered view of her now, from the slope of her rounded ass to the glistening arousal that coated her center and dripped down to her inner thighs and back to her now slick anus.

Inside his cat roared and Bas not only let it, his lips peeled back baring sharp teeth as he growled in dominance as well. A deep inhale filled him with their companheiro calor . It fed him, fueled the hunger deep inside, and guided his dick to the puckered rim where he pressed ever so slowly at first.

She gasped and thrust her hips backward. “Please. Now!”

“Shh, baby. I got you,” he told her, reaching forward to slip a finger between her drenched folds.

Bas worked her slowly with his finger while gingerly pressing his length into her. She bucked again, sucked in a breath, then relaxed as he inserted another inch. It was like a hungry little mouth grabbing hold of him, sucking him so tightly inside he felt tingles up and down his spine.

“Sebastian!” she screamed when he’d inserted the last of his length so that he was now totally inside of her.

Bas moved slowly, eyes closed, head rolling back on his shoulders. He pulled out then pressed in, gritted his teeth, then decided to hell with it all and growled in response. The sound seemed to spur her on and Priya began to rock against him faster and faster. Every muscle in his body tensed as his release built like a churning volcano until he couldn’t withstand it a moment longer and he exploded inside of her.

For her part, Priya shivered and shook as her release ripped free, her center sucking deep on his finger, her essence pouring out of her like a waterfall.

It was moments that seemed more like eons later that they both collapsed onto the couch, naked, sated, completely depleted.

“You broke into my apartment and changed my locks,” she stated as she lay on her back, her eyes closed, breath still coming in heavy pants.

Bas lay at the opposite side of the couch, in a similar position to hers, only he’d cracked his eyes open to see her. Naked and still open he felt his body hardening again with need for her. Swallowing back that need he thought about his reply.

“I came to see you and your door was ajar. I knew someone had been here besides you. I was about to call every shadow in the vicinity to go out and search for you, but my first call gave your location.”

She sat up then. “Gave my location? What did you do, attach a GPS to me when I was in Sedona?”

Recognizing the shift in this conversation by the flash of her eyes, Bas sat up. “I called X. On my command he’s had a guard watching you since your return.”