Taken (Sinful Series - book 1)
Chapter 10 - The Claim

Violet

His rump was blotchy red, her hand tingling in delight. He had not only been vulnerable in her presence, but had relinquished all control, and had moaned in delight at her touch. There was no doubt there was past between them, but they had finally managed to built a bridge.

Violet was just about to end the spanking session, when the door’s handle pressed down. Violet paled, realizing too late they had no thought of locking the door. Karim was on top of her in less than a second, pinning her against the bed, in all of his naked glory. She could feel just enough of his weight, deliciously pressed in all the areas that truly counted. She stirred underneath him, rocking against him. He growled in frustration, canines extended, and menacingly glared at the door.

“Next time don’t block me, so I wouldn’t have to come searching for you,” Devon’s voice did not hide his entertainment at the situation. Then he closed the door with a parting chuckle, “Looking good, Violet.”

Violet wanted to die from mortification. Devon had seen her handiwork. Pun intended. Her face flushed and she closed her eyes trying to normalize her breathing. When she finally looked up at Karim, he laughed. He had officially lost his marbles. How could he be so chill? Wasn’t he the one fussing about titles and position? How did he have no problem with his properly spanked butt?

“Karim?”

“Sorry, Violet,” He released her hands from pinning them above her head but didn’t move from straddling her. He ran his palms down his face, then sighed, “That cock blocker…”

Violet chuckled at the name he had for his Alpha, only to make him groan against the movement.

“He wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t important. I’m sorry. But on the upside, I think I’m cured. All I could think about was shielding you from prying eyes. So what if he saw my ass?”

“Glad you see it that way.”

“I have to go,” he reluctantly told her, eyes searching for something within her.

“It’s fine,” Violet told him, but deep down they both knew it was not fine.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” Karim vowed.

“I’ll be here,” Violet replied.

“Shit, I can’t get enough of you,” Karim replied, then leaned down giving her a kiss, which quickly progressed to full on make out session. “If I don’t go now I won’t be able to stop myself from marking you.”

Karim explained then reluctantly peeled himself off her. Violet immediately started missing his weight over her. Her eyes roamed his backside as he searched for his pants. He angrily pushed his legs down then winced as the rough denim slid over his ass.

“Commando?”

“Less time to waste, when I come back,” Karim cheekily replied adjusting himself into the pants. “Besides, it’s already tight in here. Unless you want to help me out?”

Violet wholeheartedly laughed, “We’re not there yet. Consider it part of your punishment.”

“We’d get there,” He replied, groaning as he bent down and kissed her, “I vow you thee.”

Karim

“What the fuck was so important it couldn’t wait?”

“Want to try that again?” Devon growled at his disrespect. Karim wanted to roll his eyes at his Alpha, but knew better. Out of all times, Devon decided now to be professional, holding his beta to proper addressing. When Devon was in a pissy mood like this, you just played good soldier or faced the music. Karim did not particularly want to risk getting into anything with potential to incapacitate him. He would not let anything deny his access to one particular she-wolf, anxiously waiting for his return.

“What may I help you with, Alpha?”

“We have to discuss sanctions against Shadow Water. Do you want to get Pack Order involved? Or do you want it handled by a Third Party?” Devon inquired.

“All due respect Alpha, the issue could have waited,” Karim responded.

“Denying yourself a reward, makes it far more enticing,” Devon teased. “Besides I thought you’d like to speak to me before Xander arrives.”

Karim sighed. This smelled fishy, and Karim had no doubt that Devon came up with it last minute, excusing his invasion into their room. Devon was a true Alpha, who loved to stick his nose where it didn’t belong.

“I left a willing mate for this?”

“So you’re choosing Violet?” Devon smiled approvingly.

“Is that all you wanted to know? Well, if you hadn’t interrupted us, you would have gotten your answer.”

“I can’t wait for the announcement,” Devon replied then waved at Karim. “But seriously, Xander will be here in a few. If you have a strong preference for once or another intermedium tell me now. I will not tolerate you making a pissing game out of this.”

“My Ego had been cured,” Karim explained.

“Fur sake, I hope you’re right,” Devon said and raised his chin towards the door in anticipation of its opening.

Xander walked in just as surprised as Karim had been. Good Goddess, could Devon be any sneakier?

“Come on in, Xander. We were just discussing the appropriate sanctions we should request from Shadow Waters. Of course, I’d take in mind your preference who should handle the task – Pack Order or third party?” Devon caught him up.

“If Pack Order were even able to handle Gagon and his Shadow Waters, why haven’t they interfered sooner? I say go with private contractor,” Xander replied. “Wesley?”

“I can put it through the grapevine, but I doubt he’ll bite,” Karim replied.

“He hasn’t taken a job this far north, since his twin took over,” Devon informed Xander.

“Sucks being the more capable but younger one,” Karim shrugged.

Training with the Wesleys had been a true privilege and pleasure. They were force to be reckoned with, and without doubt the best enforcers he had seen. Shame that only one could claim the title.

“What are you asking?” Xander inquired.

“Reparations for your illegal detention there, inhumane conditions you were kept in, breeding practices, branding, and keeping she-wolves away from their fated. I am going after the suckers with everything we can think about. The longer the list, the bigger the chance something would stick,” Devon told them.

“Would you file for annexation?” Karim asked.

“Why the hell not? But you’re going to do the paperwork,” Devon replied.

“But do you really want their territory?” Xander inquired.

“I want to make them hurt for everything they did to you, Violet and everyone else. They messed with the wrong pack. So let’s hit them where they hurt most? Numbers and territory,” Devon explained his position, “I have no desire to have satellite territories. Besides, if your mate is in one of the neighboring packs, they would appreciate the chunk of land. Call it a good gesture. I doubt Gagon is a good neighbor so they’ll be excited at the prospect.”

“Then if it is the same to you, I’ll request Breeders, Incubators, children, and just about anyone who wants to leave to be considered refugees, and to be provided safe passage to the border, where we can pick them up to either bring them over here or they can join other packs,” Xander offered.

“That would sure hurt his expansion plans,” Devon smiled.

“I’ll see if Violet wants to add something to the list,” Karim responded.

“Oh, so Violet,” Xander teased Karim.

“My Violet,” Karim smiled. “I really have to head back to her.”

“That’s the spirit,” Xander pat his shoulder approvingly.

Violet

Whether Karim was truly a changed man, remained to be seen, but she liked this new version of her mate. He had actually taken her to Xander’s room, without so much as a request from her. He had even went as far as apologizing to Xander of how he reacted, and thanking him for bringing his mate home.

His mate.

Two words that held so much meaning.

Violet could get used to hearing them. They meant the world to her, even if she still wondered how much he meant them.

Those initial dates that followed were nothing but a prolonged torture. Karim was teaching her his version of her spanking lesson. He was withholding what he knew she wanted most - him. The tease was in the little gestures, the casual touches that spoke just how much he was fighting against throwing her on the bed and ravishing her. He was taking time to know her, and while she appreciated it, it was just so painfully slow. For Goddess’ sake. They were mates. There was a certain expectation this would get settled faster than this. She hated it, but in the same time also loved it to no end. He was denying himself something he obviously craved, elusively thinking that was what she would want.

She didn’t. But she didn’t have it in herself to beat it out for his system.

Violet wanted to tell him so much, but the uncertainty of where exactly they stood stopped her from opening up, from becoming vulnerable in an already unfavorable situation. It was astonishing that the only person, who was supposed to complete her, was the hardest person to understand.

The silences between them were never peaceful, nor comfortable. The lust of the flesh, the budding love, and the binding mating pull all mixed in the ultimate tension, which charged every possible moment with so much hidden meaning and unspoken fears. It should have been easy to be with your fated mate, but they were no ordinary wolves. They had history. History that kept them apart, yet slowly pulled them together.

Wouldn’t it be so much easier if she could do as she wished? As the movie they were watching progressed, Violet considered the timing of their relationship. There was never going to be a perfect time. There were always going to be things between them. They just had to take a leap of faith and cease the moment. So when he stretched in the seat next to her, she snuggled up to his side, making his hand fall easily on her side. Damn, up close within his arms, she knew she was a goner. He smelled so mouthwatering, Violet tried resisting drooling over him. Just as she was to scold herself, it finally clicked. He was hers and there was nothing inappropriate between them.

She turned in his arms and then straddled him. Karim watched her with hooded eyes, hands resting on her sides.

“Karim?”

“Hm.”

“What are we doing?”

“Watching a movie, up until now,” he replied to her. “But I see you have something else in mind.”

“Perceptive as always,” Violet placed her hands over his shoulders leaning in to kiss him.

“Violet,” he breathed her name just as her lips softly touched his.

“Hmm,” Violet moaned.

“Are you sure you want this to happen?”

“Don’t you think we are way overdue for a steamy make out?” Violet asked, holding his eyes hostage.

He didn’t answer her, instead captured her lips, showing her just how frustrating holding back had been. With lips locked in a fierce passionate play, hands tugging and pulling against clothing, and breathing so ragged as if they had ran miles, they gave into the bond.

His attention zeroed in at the displaced shirt, exposing the top outline of her bra. He traced the edge of her bra with shaking fingers, leaving both breathless as wherever skin touched, warmth and tingles exploded. It was the bond, pulling them deeper into its magic. Words were obsolete. They both knew exactly what each needed – each other. There was no sudden moment of realization, no grand gesture, and no life changing word. It was simply the mating pull bringing tenderness and love from within them, stitching their lives together from now until forever.

Werewolves mated for life. If one died, the other followed soon after. There was no greater loss than that of a mate. Just the thought of losing the connection, his bond and him all together at the same time was unbearable thought for anyone blessed to have experienced mating. While it was a sentence worse than dying, the sense of belonging and unconditional passion between mates was enough to convince most to wait for their Fated.

The bond was addictive. They couldn’t get close enough to one other. Their hands moved in rhythm, greedily holding what was rightfully theirs. Playing with clothes on could be called lazy or immature, but to them – it was uncharted territory. Deliberately keeping the bodies covered, and allowing the hands to roam free was beyond sexy. It showed their longing for the inaccessible bits, making them both feel wanted and treasured. The many layers of clothing provided the padding for the crazed writhing, but still did not hide the state of affairs. It was suggestive enough where Violet could feel his outline, and longed to unwrap, the candy in front of her. Yet, she held back, enjoying his torturous lips and feeling the urge in him to get even closer to her. He gave into the consuming madness, allowing both of our bodies to gyrate in their own rhythm against each other.

Touch, pressure, squeeze, tug and pull.

It all came out naturally in the aim to relief the tension in their bodies. It was addictive, never quite enough, yet so deliciously sinful. The flames of the bond danced wherever skin touched skin. It was alluring, desperate passion, and madness for intimacy, sensitive bodies wrapped with rough fabric.

Stroke. Cup. Tease. Pinch.

Her world revolved around him and just how good he was making her feel. The feverish need ignited her body. Panting. Out of breath. Sweaty. Reasoning narrowed only to him and their need. With swift hard caresses, Karim gifted her earth shattering ride.

He was panting, thrusting into her, allowing the friction to transform in delightful ripples, taking control of her body. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Freeing, intensifying, relaxing and so, so addictive.

Who would have thought a dry-humping session on old leathered sofa would become Violet’s favorite past time?

As she finally managed to take in a lungful, Karim rested his forehead against hers. His face was full of mischief.

“Your moans are the seriously the sexiest thing ever,” Karim told her between breaths.

Violet wanted to reply something flirty, suggestive, passionate, but sadly her mind was cotton candy when it came to smart come backs. Instead, she lifted her hands and brought his face down to hers, giving him a kiss that said come take me.

The more time they spend lying in each other’s arms, the more they wanted to connect even further. And just like that the fever spiked once more. But this time it demanded more than what they already done. The need was wild and untamed. It was the final pull of the bond eager to seal their fates as one. It was so true when they said, give the mating pull enough time and proximity, and it would eventually confine you in its web.

Groping through clothes soon lead to desire to free each other from the constriction of fabric. Fingers shoved clothing aside, desperately seeking the flushed skin. Every feather touch was followed by tingling, strengthening the bond further, entwining them further into its pull. It was their destiny. This was what the fates had decided.

It wasn’t long after no clothing remained, that Violet found she was not concerned about the light or her body. It wasn’t that she magically stopped caring, but because her whole attention was consumed by him. His warmth, his touch, his scent – their combination so potent and engaging, it consumed her essence.

He was her everything.

‘My mate. My essence. My soul mate,’ Violet’s wolf chanted in her mind.

Things progressed impossibly fast for two complete strangers, yet terrifyingly slow for mates. It was the perfect contradiction which should had not made any sense, but gave meaning to their relationship. Because no matter how broken they started, they were here now, just like nature intended.

As clothes were discarded, the anxiety grew. They no longer had experience. They were back to being young and foolish teenagers, experiencing everything together for the very first time. Everything felt different now that he was with her. His scent was not just mouthwatering, but enchanting; his whisper became her gospel, and his heartbeat - her favorite tune. He was everything she could ever need. He was her one.

And just as clear as Violet saw it, he understood it, too.

Everything in this lifetime begun and ended with them.

Mates.

It wasn’t until the tiny flames danced through the length of their bodies that the heat finally hummed into content. Sweaty bodies intertwined, heatedly rubbing and pressing together in a century old rhythm of love.

Karim

Knowing of the power of the mating bond did not prepare Karim for the absolute magic Violet weaved over him. All his elaborate reasoning vanished. She was his fated mate, for Goodness’ sake. It was like seeing yourself in the eyes of another.

Absolute understanding.

Undeniable devotion.

Ultimate make-out.

It did not come as a surprise that she wanted more. Hell, Karim was so far gone just by hearing her sweet moans as he helped her ride him into her climax. He loved seeing her flushed face, plump lips parted, her naughty tongue darting out to wet them. Oh, she had no idea of the sweet torture she was putting him through.

So he told her just that.

“Your moans are the seriously the sexiest thing ever.”

Her response was as sensual as her body - look of pure seduction, and sinful lips connecting with his. If he had thought lying with her in his arms was delightful, what her tongue hinted drove him insane. With every curl of her tongue, every strategically paced lick, nip and peck, she teased him to no end. Karim found himself settling over her, roughly grinding himself into her warmth, seeking the comfort only a mate could give.

Instead of idly lying beneath him, allowing him to replace his release, she did the unthinkable. Her hands fisted his shirt, tugging it, stretching it, and letting it dig into his body a second before the fabric finally shredded. The burn into his skin, immediately basked with butterfly touches of her soft fingertips. It was the most sensual thing someone had done with him. She was never a helpless maiden in life, so it made sense she would not be a submissive partner either. It was just what he needed. A mate that would not shy away from some the eagerness to get to your mate, and the clumsiness and roughness it could bring.

She wasn’t one to ask for permission to do what she pleased to him or his body. He liked that confidence about her. He loved how alive she made him feel.

All he wanted to do was to trap her little body under his weight, but alas he straddled her thighs, almost falling off the narrow coach. Her palms shot to his torso, steadying him, and tracing his abs in an absentminded manner.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Karim chuckled, shifting his nails into claws to shred her shirt in return while, her hands stopped him, pushing him into a seating position. Violet also lifted her upper body off the coach her hands sensually unbuttoning her now shredded shirt, allowing the fabric to slowly peel from her body, revealing a simple black bra. His eyes greedily took in her breasts, reaching out to cup them through fabric, claw lifting her bra’s string, tugging it up and over her shoulder, revealing skin in a slow motion.

Violet’s returned his tease with fingers tracing his broad shoulders, chest plates, and hard abs in a direction that lead to his jeans. As her bra strings were loosely around her forearms, he leaned into her chest, his hands unclasping her bra and tugging it from between them.

Violet laughed, which made his groin ache. He wanted her more than life itself.

As her fingers dipped into his jeans, undoing them, he devoted his time to ravishing her taunt peaks, tasting her in ways he had never thought possible.

Her eyes were alluring, enchanting him to continue, her hands tugging the denim awkwardly over his a$$. He helped her by lifting his groin off her, despite the protest of his body.

Freeing him from the constriction of his clothes allowed her to reach his shaft and steadily feel its girth by sliding her hand up and down. That was the final straw. He quickly yanked her jeans and undies down to her knees and tossed them over his shoulder, really looking at her as if for the very first time. She was beautiful, strong, perfect, and soon-to-be his.

Violet

She had dreamed about him, even when she only hoped he existed.

She had pictured him… naked, when he had finally graced her life.

She had seen him unclad for his spanking.

And yet her imagination had only barely scratched the surface of what Karim was.

Her divine intervention.

Her Mate.

His proximity, his attentiveness and the passion that shined through his eyes were enough for her to know he had finally accepted the truth. All the pain and sorrow did not mean a thing anymore. They were together, just as the Goddess intended.

His warm body surrounded her once again, as his nose rubbed down her neck, taking in her scent. Violet stretched her neck, welcoming him, only to be rewarded with a quick nibble. His arousal resting between their already sleek bodies. As his kisses of fire tested the spot where he would eventually claim her, she pressed her body as much as she could against him, allowing his shaft to fell the friction they created.

He arranged himself in the groove between her thighs, spreading his cool moisture over her folds, evicting a sinful purr from her wolf. He only pressed into her harder, sinking fully in her sweetness. Violet’s body tensed at the invasion, stilling as he tore into her. His lust crazed eyes widened, and his body froze at the revelation. His rough hands wiped the lone tears.

“Violet,” he started only for her to close her eyes.

Violet tried to hold onto to the love she had for her mate. She didn’t want to cry over this in front of him. That would totally kill the mood. She steadied her breath, and hoped they were at least right, that it did get better.

She ran her hands up and down his back, savoring in sweet tingles from the touch. His moist lips took hold of her neck, teasing the skin. Violet hissed as his body found a new alignment, stabbing her at the new angle.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, stilling his body once again.

Violet spent the longest minute of her life trying to relax around him, to feel him, her muscles resisting the invasion. The rhythmic spasms pushed against him, reminding her just how uncomfortable she felt.

She tried focusing on him, his scent, his touch, ignoring the tenderness in their joining.

It got better with time. Or so they said.