Free Claiming His Chance by Ellis Leigh

could focus on was Cahill and heat and the tightening low in my gut. On a slow press up with his hips, one that almost made me see stars, he nipped at my neck. I jumped in response, which made him snarl and shiver. We were feeding the needs we shared, the actions of one a catalyst for the other. And it was so damn hot.
    I licked my lips, not wanting to say the words but needing to. Knowing they were a necessity. “You can’t claim me yet. I’ll smell like you, and then—”
    “I know.” He pressed harder, his arms shaking, his hips moving faster. “Two more fights. A few more days.”
    “Yes,” I hissed, that low burn glowing brighter in the bottom of my gut letting me know how close I was to falling apart. “I have to pretend with Piers still. I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”
    “I know. I’ll try to handle it.”
    As I hit that ridge between pleasure and pain, I pushed my nails into his shoulder and pulled down, unable to hold back. “We’ll be okay. Gotta be careful.”
    He grunted, almost leaning into the claw marks I was surely leaving behind. “Careful, yes. Fuck, Raindrop.”
    His teeth touched my neck again, barely more than a shadow of a bite, but I still lost it. I came with a yelp, squeezing him, head back against the door with my mouth hanging open. Fireworks exploded behind my eyes as every muscle in my body seemed to pulse with the pleasure only he could give me. Cahill followed right behind me, thrusting hard and jerkily as he breathed into my neck. As he whispered words like want and raindrop and mine .
    Finally, we stilled, the sounds of our heavy breaths loud in the otherwise silent room. Sweaty and disheveled with cramping leg muscles and a burn in my abdomen from the strength needed to hold myself up, I’d never felt better. The fates help me, I was going to explode into a million pieces when he finally got inside me. I could barely wait.
    “Raindrop?” I asked once I caught my breath.
    He chuckled and kissed my collarbone. “You smell fresh, like rain.”
    I pulled him closer, nearly purring. “I like it.”
    “Good,” he said, groaning. “When is Piers done fighting?”
    I sighed, wiggling against him to ease the ache in my legs. “Two more bouts, but he probably won’t fight for a few days yet.”
    “So I’ll be done before him.” His voice was rough, his worry obvious.
    I swallowed hard, my stomach knotting. “Maybe…we can meet you somewhere?”
    He tucked his face into my neck, rubbing his nose along the length and planting soft kisses. “I won’t be able to leave you behind.”
    Clinging tighter, I closed my eyes and wished for things that were beyond my control. For safety and a quick end to the nightmare I was living. “We’ll figure it out.”

11
    Cahill
    I spent the morning punching heavy bags and trying to work off a little post-dry-hump energy. Not that physical exertion seemed to be working to quiet my mind. Ever since Trinity had slipped out of my room to head back to the one she shared with Piers, my thoughts had been solely focused on her. Was she safe? Was she missing me? Was she as obsessed with me as I was with her? Did she wake up in the middle of the night with an ache inside to come together again?
    I had, my hard cock practically weeping with want. Having a room to myself, I’d simply taken things in hand and rubbed one out each time, though I missed the feel of her against me. The smell of her around me, the taste of her on my lips. My own hand was a sad imitation, but it was the best I could do. Poor Trinity shared a space with her cousin, so taking care of her needs alone wasn’t really a possibility. At least, I didn’t think it was. Of course, the picture of her with her hand between her legs, biting her lip to stay quiet so Piers wouldn’t hear her.
    Yeah, that’d do nicely for later.
    I shifted on my feet, trying to keep from getting hard at the thought of my mate pleasuring herself. I couldn’t deal with that now, here, in