The Alpha’s Claim
The door closed with a quiet finality, leaving only the crackle of the fire to break the silence. The soft glow illuminated the room, casting shifting shadows on the walls, but Draven’s focus never wavered from Isla. She stood near the bed, her silver dress clinging to her curves, her hair loose and shining in the firelight.
His amber eyes traced her figure, sharp and unrelenting, his presence filling the room. Isla could feel the weight of his gaze as if it were a touch, heating her skin and quickening her pulse.
“You’ve proven yourself to them,” Draven said, his voice low and rough, each word deliberate. “But tonight, you’ll prove yourself to me.”
Isla turned to face him fully, her lips curving into a faint smile that belied the thrum of energy between them. “I thought I already had.”
Draven crossed the room slowly, every movement deliberate. When he reached her, he brushed a strand of silver hair from her cheek, his thumb grazing her jaw as he tilted her chin upward. “You have,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous growl, “but I want more. Tonight, you’ll prove what I’ve always known. You’re mine.”
Her breath hitched at the raw hunger in his tone, but she refused to let him have all the control just yet. “Am I?” she asked, her voice light but teasing.
His eyes narrowed, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Do you want me to remind you?”
Before she could answer, his lips crashed against hers, demanding and firm. Isla melted into the kiss, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, but Draven’s grip tightened on her waist, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
Breaking the kiss abruptly, he stepped back, his gaze roving over her with a mix of possessiveness and barely restrained desire. “On your knees,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.
A flush of heat coursed through Isla at the authority in his voice. She hesitated for only a fraction of a second before sinking gracefully to the floor, her silver hair spilling over her shoulders. The firelight caught the metallic sheen of her eyes as she looked up at him, her breath steady but shallow.
Draven’s hand reached down, his fingers tangling in her hair as he guided her gaze upward. “Eyes on me,” he growled softly, the rough edge in his voice sending a shiver through her.
Her lips parted, and her silver eyes locked onto his. “Yes, Alpha,” she whispered, her voice barely audible but carrying a note of playful defiance.
Draven’s grip tightened slightly, his amber eyes darkening further. “You’re dangerous when you’re like this,” he muttered, his lips twitching into a faint smirk.
“Then maybe you should be careful,” she replied, her voice silky and teasing.
The tension between them coiled tighter as Isla moved deliberately, her touch confident but reverent. She stroked his cock with both hands, taking it into her mouth. Draven’s sharp inhale filled the air, his jaw tightening as she continued, every movement deliberate and filled with purpose. His head tipped back slightly, the rough exhale he let out breaking the quiet like a low, feral growl.
“Isla,” he muttered, her name slipping past his lips like a warning and a prayer all at once. His grip in her hair faltered slightly as she pulled another groan from him, raw and guttural.
Her smile widened faintly, and she glanced up at him, her silver eyes gleaming with mischief. “I think you like this,” she murmured, her voice low but teasing.
Draven’s gaze snapped back to her, his amber eyes flashing with something primal. “You’ll pay for that,” he growled, his voice strained but laced with amusement.
When he finally pulled her back to her feet, it was with a rough tenderness that left her breathless. His hands moved over her, sliding the straps of her dress down until the fabric pooled at her feet. Draven’s lips followed the path of his hands, tracing her skin as though committing every inch of her to memory.
“You’re too damn good at that,” he muttered against her neck, his voice rough with lingering desire.
“Maybe you just bring it out of me,” she replied, her hands threading through his hair as she tilted her head back to give him more access.
His answering growl sent a shiver through her as he guided her onto the bed, his body pressing against hers with deliberate weight. Isla arched into him, her breaths coming quicker as his lips found her collarbone, then lower.
“You’re mine,” Draven murmured against her skin, his voice low and firm. “And I’ll remind you of that every night if I have to.”
Her voice was soft, but sure. “I’m yours,” she whispered, her silver eyes meeting his.
The rest of the world melted away as they moved together, their connection raw and unshakable. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word reaffirmed the bond between them, stronger and deeper than ever before.
Later, as the fire burned low and the night deepened, they lay tangled together, their breaths steadying. Draven rested a hand over Isla’s stomach, his amber eyes softening as he looked at her. “And now, we’ll create something that’s ours.”
