Claiming Clara Page 2

  “Come on, man, seriously,” Jones hissed as he fought to keep Wall on the ground.

  The squeak of the porch door didn’t even register with the men until Laney crouched down in front of them and asked casually, “Is there something I need to know?”

  “I am going to kill your brother.” Wall growled as he started to fight again.

  “What did he do this time?” Laney asked with a bored tone.

  “He fucked my woman.” Wall practically howled.

  “Err, no he didn’t.” The second voice came from just behind them. As one, the three men turned to see Clara standing there. “Well, assuming you meant me when you said my woman that is.” She leaned against the doorframe, arms and legs crossed as she looked down at them.

  Wall’s wolf howled in triumph, but the men didn’t let go so quickly. “He dies.” He turned as much as he could with two large strong men sitting on him and looked Clara in the eye.

  “Is he the reason you told me no?” he asked.

  Clara stared back at him. He could see her wheels turning. “Maybe.” She shrugged.

  “Clara!” Heath snapped at his sister.

  “What? He wants some answers. He thinks I would have been with him but at the time, I wanted another man? Fine I will give him the answers he wants.” Clara snapped back.

  With a feat of strength Wall didn’t know he had, he threw off the two men and was on his feet in front of Clara before anyone could move. With deliberate slowness, he leaned in and sniffed her neck. Duke might have smelled of her, but Clara didn’t hold Duke’s scent. If they’d had sex, the other man’s smell would have been all over her.

  “What did I do that was so wrong?” He spoke directly into her ear, soft so the others wouldn’t be able to hear.

  “Please.” She breathed the word softly.

  Wall didn’t know what she meant. When he leaned back, he could see the sorrow in her eyes. His mate was keeping something from him, and if it killed him, he would find it out.

  Chapter 2

  Wall was brooding. He knew he was but didn’t care. He sat in the dark and thought about the last two days. Now he gave it some serious consideration.

  Clara had been acting strange for the last week or so. Something was bothering her, but he’d been so caught up in his own nervousness about asking her to take his bite that he had dismissed it as nothing. Clearly that was a mistake.

  The moon was full, illuminating the room. The soft pastel shades took on an eerie glow in the night light, not that he needed the light. His wolf eyes allowed him to see more than any average human could. A rustling sound brought his attention back to the reason he was here.

  Clara turned over in the bed, the covers moving lower down her body. He ground his teeth. If she had been naked, he could have controlled himself more, but she wasn’t. She was wearing one of his T-shirts, a favorite of his she must have stolen from his room. It had to mean something.

  His wolf longed to howl at the night, but he couldn’t lose control. She might think she knew him, but Clara had barely scratched the surface. Tonight Miss Clara Marsterson was about to be introduced to the real Harvey “Wall” Wallbanger.

  He linked his hands between his spread legs and sat forward. Gaze unblinking, he stared at Clara. He knew his woman well. It barely took a minute before her sense of danger kicked in and her eyes opened. She looked directly at him.

  “What are you doing here?” she asked confused.

  “You don’t want to take my bite? Fine, but that doesn’t mean you get away from me that easily, my own.” Wall spoke low, his voice deeper than normal and aggression showing through.

  She sat up slowly, never breaking eye contact.

  Smart girl. She had to know the second she looked away, she was his.

  “And you get to make that decision? I don’t think so, sweet pea.” She sneered at him.

  Wall ran his tongue over his teeth. She knew he hated when she called him that. It made him sound like a five-year-old ballerina.

  “Where you’re concerned, I get to make all the decisions. You clearly can’t be trusted to think logically. Now be a good girl and bring that hot little ass over here.” Wall sat back in the chair, each hand laid casually on the arms and his jean-covered legs wide apart.

  Clara laughed softly at him and stayed put. She leaned on one hand, watching him.

  “You know, I think I have been too lenient with you. You just don’t seem to be listening to me. Perhaps I need to remind you who’s boss in this relationship,” he warned her and watched as an eyebrow arched at his little speech. Brushing her long auburn hair off her face, she gave him a smile and said in the sweetest voice she had, “Eat me.”

  Wall didn’t blink or look away as he heaved a sigh.

  “You only have yourself to blame now, my own,” he said seconds before he shot out of the chair and across the room to the bed. She was lying on her back with him nestled between her thighs before she had time to blink.

  He pinned her hands over her head and leaned away from her so only their lower bodies touched.

  “Eat you? Oh, my own, I will eat you. You’ll come screaming my name over and over until I think you have learned your lesson.”

  “You think you are wolf enough to master me? My brother is the Alpha of this pack and is the only man I bow down to.” Clara hissed at him, allowing her fangs to descend.

  “I don’t want you to bow down. I just want answers. I can promise you that before the night’s done, you will give me everything I want.” He kissed his way up the column of her throat. He allowed himself a small smile when Clara moved her head to allow him better access.

  They had played rough before, but tonight he was going to take it to a different level. He had no intention to hurt her, but he’d have her begging. Then he would get what he wanted.

  Answers.

  Wall transferred both her wrists to one hand and reached into his back pocket. He captured her gaze and with slow intent pulled out a length of black velvet ribbon. Wall smiled as her eyes went wide.

  “I am going to tie you to this bed, and then I am going to remind you that you belong to me,” he told her softly.

  “Do you think you scare me?” Clara asked.

  He had felt her body tense at the sight of the ribbon and his words, but he could see the lust in her eyes. Oh yes, he knew his woman better than she realized.

  With swift movements, he tied her wrists together and then to her wrought iron bedpost. With her hands secure, Wall moved to lie next to her. Leaning his head on one hand, he looked down the length of her body still covered by his shirt.

  “If I thought for a second you were scared of me, I wouldn’t be here,” he told her honestly.

  Clara narrowed her eyes at him, and Wall gave her a big grin.

  “Untie me and maybe I won’t let my brother kick your ass.” Clara hissed.

  Wall gave a soft laugh as he reached down and grabbed hold of the hem of the shirt. “Call for him.”

  “What?” Clara frowned up at him.

  “Call for Heath. If you really want me to leave, call for your brother. I know he and Laney are still in the house.” He hitched the hem up inch by inch.

  He leaned down and kissed her softly, tenderly, on the shell of her ear. “Call him and I’ll leave,” he whispered to her.

  Clara took a deep breath, and Wall moved back, waiting. She gazed at him and then let out the breath with a sigh and raised an eyebrow at him.

  “You think you can make me scream your name?” she asked him.

  “Darlin’, I can get you to scream my name over and over.” He grinned. Damn, she was sexy as hell when she tried to be dominant.

  “Prove it, dude,” she teased.

  Wall sat back on his heels, and with a low warning growl he reached forward, took hold of the T-shirt she wore, and ripped it in two. With a couple of tugs, he’d stripped the ruined material off her and threw it across the room.

  Clara lay before him, tied with a ribbon, nake
d. His wolf howled for him to lay claim to her, marking her as theirs, his and his wolf’s, alone, but he held the animal back.

  Tonight wasn’t about the bite. It was about answers.

  With casual movements, Wall slipped off the bed, toed off his boots, and pulled his own T-shirt and jeans off. He stood before her naked, hands on his hips, watching the look of pure desire cross over her face as her gaze ran up and down his body.

  Pride welled within his chest. When she made him feel like that with just a look, he couldn’t allow her to throw what they had away without a fight. Lord knows Mrs. Wallbanger knew how to raise fighters.

  “Spread,” he said and tapped her ankle as he stood next to the bed. Without argument, Clara spread her legs shoulder-width apart. “Good girl.” With a single finger, Wall traced a path from her ankle, along her calf, over her knee, and up her thigh. He stopped at her apex. Wall caught her gaze before slowly stroking a finger into her wet and waiting pussy.

  “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 thou
ght 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?