Claiming Clara (3 page)

“Mmm, oh yeah.” She moaned, eyes closed.

“You like that, my own?” He continued to stroke in and out of her.

“You know you have very talented hands, Wall.” She gasped.

Wall pulled his hand away from her completely.

“What’s my name?” He ordered, authority clear in his voice. She opened her eyes and caught her lip in her teeth.

“Harvey.”

“Why do you call me Harvey?” He sat on the bed next to her.

“Because you are not the Alpha, and you don’t want to master anyone. When you want someone to know you mean business, they call you Harvey,” Clara answered.

Wall captured her mouth in a gentle kiss. “Good girl, my own. You remember your training well,” he congratulated her as he ran butterfly kisses from her lips along her jawline, down along her neck and chest until he came to the pebbled peak of her breast. The nipple was tight, begging for his attention. With a rough stroke, he lapped it, causing Clara to suck air in between her gritted teeth.

“Don’t you like that, my own?” He knew how sensitive her body was. He had managed to make her come twice before by just sucking on those hard little nubs.

“Please don’t stop, Harvey.” She confirmed his knowledge that she wasn’t uncomfortable.

“What will you give me if I carry on?” He pulled on the nub gently. He watched her face intently. He was about to make a deal in which he wasn’t sure he could ever be considered the winner.

Clara opened her eyes and looked down at him with a frown. He could see her thinking behind those eyes, and he needed to stop that. He captured her nipple into his mouth again and sucked, hard. Clara gasped and moaned all at once.

“What do I get?” he demanded.

“Anything you want. Please, Harvey, just don’t stop.”

Wall moved so he lay against the length of her body, his hard pulsing cock pressed against her hip.

“Do you feel how hard you make me?” He palmed her other breast.

“Yes.” Her voice was breathless, and he had barely touched her. God, she was so responsive to him. It was humbling.

“What do you think I should do with this thick hard cock?” he asked as he swirled a finger around her nipple, causing goose bumps to spread over her body.

“I think you should take that hard cock and fuck me,” Clara told him as she stared into his eyes. Wall gave her a smile and nodded.

“What do I get if I fuck you till you scream my name, my own?”

“Whatever you want, Harvey.”

“How can I trust you? You broke up with me two days ago. How do I know you aren’t just saying this so I will scratch an itch for you?” He knew he was pushing, but he also knew his Clara. If he could get her to say the words, she would stand by them, no matter how much she may hate the idea.

Wall saw a flash of sorrow move through her eyes at his words before it was gone.

“Please. I will give you whatever you want. Just please, please fuck me. I need to feel you in me, taking me. I promise I will give you anything,” Clara pleaded.

Wall pounced on her statement. It’s what he’d waited for.

“I have your word, your vow, my own?” he asked.

“Yes, anything, please,” Clara assured him.

“That’s all I wanted. Now let’s see about getting you that screaming orgasm I promised.”

Wall smoothed his hand down her body until he came to her center. “Let’s see if you are wet; shall we, my own?” He stroked his finger into her again.

“I am always wet for you,” Clara assured him.

His wolf growled low at the words. The animal wanted him to ride her almost as much as she did. Wall was more than happy to oblige them both, just not yet.

“Hmm, I can feel.” She was most definitely ready for him.

Their relationship had always been sensual, not just sexual. He’d missed her the last two nights, missed having her in his arms when he fell asleep, the smell of her hair as he dreamed, and her tight little ass nestled against his cock. He could only hope she felt the same about him.

With a predatory smile, he pushed himself down the bed, lifted her leg, and laid it over his shoulder.

He kissed the inside of her thigh, grinning when she jumped a little. Oh so softly, he blew against her wet and waiting body.

“Please, Harvey, please,” she begged.

“All in good time, baby. I’ve missed this pussy the last few days. I won’t be rushed.”

Wall leaned forward to lap at her, running his tongue so it brushed her clit over and over again.

“Jesus,” Clara hissed.

She ground her hips against his face as he continued to lick her to her climax.

“Oh yeah, Harvey, I can’t hold on. I am going to come.” She began to pant.

Wall growled low, allowing the vibrations to travel from him to her.

“Harvey!” She had to bury her face into the pillow at her shoulder to contain her scream when she came hard so they didn’t wake up the rest of the house.

He moved swiftly, reaching over into her bedside table for the box of condoms he had put there himself not a week ago. It took him no time to put on the protection and slide between her waiting legs.

“Yes,” Clara hissed as the head of his cock pushed against her opening.

“Who owns this pussy?” he demanded as he teased her with an inch of his hard length.

“I do,” Clara told him.

“Wrong answer,” he said as he pulled away.

“No! Please!” Clara wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to pull him into her body. Wall held himself still with ease and just waited. It took no more than thirty seconds before Clara growled low.

“You do, Harvey. My pussy belongs to you.”

“Oh my own, I possess more than just your pussy.” He thrust deep into her, and an erotic moan escaped from her. He allowed her just enough time to adjust to him before he started to move. He knew he wouldn’t last long. He wanted her too much, but he could make sure she got what
he
had promised. With a small twist of his hips, he hit the spot he secretly called her “happy place.”

“Oh hell yeah. Please, Harvey, I am so close. Please, baby, make me come for you again.” Clara panted.

Picking up his pace, he thrust harder into her. Clara moaned her pleasure at his every move.

With a few more strokes, she came, the ribbon still around her wrists keeping her in place.

“Oh, oh, Harvey!” She called his name as she reached her peak.

He didn’t slow down, didn’t stop or allow her to catch her breath, and kept moving. She barely came down from her climax before she was going over the edge again and screaming his name.

“Third time’s the charm, my own.” He thrust harder and faster still. This time when Clara called his name in ecstasy, he was right there with her.

“My own.” He growled his release as he emptied into the condom. His wolf whined low and he agreed. They both wanted to be filling her body with his seed. The thought of her ripe with his child made his heart clench.

As the final shudders left their bodies, Wall pulled out of her. After dealing with the condom, he came back to the bed. With gentle hands, he untied her wrists and carefully lowered them, pulling a moan from Clara. He rubbed her shoulder before she turned to her side and allowed him to pull her into his body.

Wall held her close, let himself enjoy the feel of her before he spoke.

“Clara?” he asked brushing her hair out of her face.

“Mmm,” was her sleepy reply.

“You promised me anything, remember?” He reminded her softly.

Clara reached back, patted his hip, and gave a small laugh. “I promise to give you head, baby. Just let me rest for a few minutes. You are such a guy.”

Behind her, he raised his eyebrows. She thought he had bargained for her to blow him? Yeah right, as if he ever had to bargain for that from her.

He remembered an occasion when she had walked into his bathroom while he was just getting out of the shower. She’d dropped to her knees in front of him and taken his cock in her mouth without even speaking, not that he complained. No one knew how to bring him such pleasure more than she did. Bargain for head? No, that was not his plan at all.

Pulling her tight, he spoke directly into her ear. “Tell me what happened.” He wasn’t surprised when her body stiffened against him and she tried to pull away.

“You promised me anything, my own.”

Clara was silent for a minute before he saw her nod. With a sigh, she looked over her shoulder at him.

“You are a tricky bastard, you know that.” It wasn’t a question.

“I am a wolf; what did you expect?” He shrugged. Watching her eyes, he expected to see anger and maybe sorrow. What he didn’t expect was the fear he saw there.

“You really want to know?”

“I want to know,” he reassured her softly.

“Fine, but you have to promise me you won’t do anything stupid and you won’t tell Heath,” she insisted.

“Tell me.” Wall growled. This had to be worse than he thought. Why was Heath not to be told? What the hell was going on?

“Let go,” Clara said as she pulled away. For a second he held on to her, unsure he wanted to see what she was going to show him. When he moved his arm, Clara scooted over to the other side of the bed and pulled open the bedside drawer. She reached under it and pulled out something taped to the bottom.

She turned back and handed him a piece of paper. After reading the note, his focus zoned in on one point.

He didn’t speak, couldn’t form any words.

He moved without thought, climbed off the bed to grab his jeans and pulled them up on the way to the door.

“You can’t tell Heath! He’ll do something stupid, Wall,” Clara called after him as he left her room.

But he refused to stop. He had to get to his Alpha before the tentative control he had on himself and his wolf broke.

At Heath’s room, he knocked loudly and heard loud grumbling before the door opened.

“This had better be important, Wall. The sun is barely up!” Heath growled when he saw him. Wall didn’t say a word, just handed the note over.

As Heath read it, the grumpy-just-woken look left his face to be replaced by one of pure rage, the same look Wall figured he wore too.

He may have read the note only once, but he already knew the words by heart:

An eye for an eye, a brother for a sister. Your brother took mine from me, Clara, now it’s his turn to feel what that is like. Watch your back, little girl, because I’m coming for you.

The note was signed
Alberto
. He was the brother of their old Alpha, Christophe, who had tried and failed to take back the alpha place by kidnapping Laney and attempting to kill Heath. That plan hadn’t worked. Laney and Heath killed Christophe, and now it seemed his family wanted revenge.

“We need to get her somewhere safe while we deal with this,” the Alpha told him.

“I’ll protect her,” Wall assured Heath.

No one was going to get their hands on his woman.

He would kill them if they even tried.

Chapter 3

Clara barely waited for the door to close behind Wall before she moved. In less than two minutes, she was dressed and dropping out of her first floor bedroom window. She landed silently in a crouch grateful as ever to her shifter genes for the easy landing.

She kept low as she moved around the end of the house, knowing she didn’t have long before both men realized she was gone.

Alberto had made a mistake threatening her. He clearly thought she was the weak link and an easy access to her brother. But he was mistaken.

She’d been raised just the same as her brother, stood by him when he’d challenged Christophe for the alpha role, and watched her brother’s back since the takeover.

Not a woman who stood around waiting for the baddie to come get her, she was the type to go looking for the man making threats and teach him that not all women are dainty little flowers.

Some women, like her, could gut someone like a fish and then have their nails done afterward.

That was the type of woman she’d been raised to be.

Clara made it to her car. She heard Wall’s yell as she turned the key in the ignition.

Without thought, she threw the car into gear and sped out of the drive. She glanced in the rearview mirror and caught sight of Heath and Jones holding Wall back as he tried to come after her. She hoped she had enough time to do what needed to be done before they caught up with her.

The previous evening she’d told Duke everything. They’d stayed up chatting about her options into the small hours of the morning. That was why Duke was still there when Wall and Heath had seen him. Now she was heading toward the St. Clair garage. She needed Duke’s help.

He was sitting in the office when she arrived. Without bothering to knock, she walked in and plopped down into the chair opposite him.

“They know,” she said without preamble.

The large man put down his pen and stared at her. “How did they find out?”

“I told Wall.” She shrugged.

Duke raised an eye at her. “I thought you wanted to handle this on your own.”

“Yeah well, let’s just say Wall knows me too well. Are you going to help me or

not?”

Duke laughed. “I knew that boy had you pegged. Yeah, I am going to help. Of course I am. But just so we are clear, that puppy turns up here—and make no mistake he will—I won’t stand in his way when he comes to claim you,” he warned.

Clara’s eyes narrowed. “No one is claiming me, St. Clair, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“Sure.” He grinned.

Clara had an urge to punch him in the face, but she needed his help so she restrained herself.

“I asked a buddy of mine to do a little searching. It’s been hard considering Alberto was never in your pack so you don’t know what he looks like, but we have found three possibilities. My friend’s running some backgrounds, and when he has any information, I will let you know.”

“Any of them live close?” She wanted this over sooner rather than later.

“No, no one closer than six hours away,” Duke told her.

“Okay, thanks for the assist, Duke.” She stood and walked around the desk to hug him. He hadn’t needed to help her. She was grateful.

Duke stood and enveloped her in a bear hug. It was at that second that Clara should have seen it coming. She should have known what would happen. Part of her brain had expected Wall to come bursting through the door, but she hadn’t expected the loud crack and the smashing sound of the office window breaking, nor had she expected the burning in her shoulder.