Free Diablo Blanco Club: Rite of First Claim by Qwillia Rain

saying more.
    He shifted one hand from beneath her head to the taut peak capping her breast. He pinched the swollen nipple, drawing a gasp from her lips. “Me what, Lyssa?”
    He withdrew the head of his cock from her entrance. Lyssa pushed her hips into his and held his gaze. “You. Oh God, Mike, fuck me please. I need you to fuck me.” Her words ran together as she tensed beneath him, her chest heaving as the sobbed confession exploded from her.
    Mike settled his lips over hers. “Okay, my pet.” He eased his hand away from her breast to between their bodies. He guided himself back to her entrance, before lifting his head enough to capture her gaze with his. “Say my name, Lyssa.”
    “Mike.” She moaned it as he moved into her, pushing past her fluttering muscles.
    “Again.” He commanded, holding her gaze as he retreated, then thrust back into her.
    “M-Mike.” Lyssa gasped, her body going rigid beneath him as her climax built.
    With every thrust and retreat, he repeated his command until Lyssa was chanting his name as the sound of their mating filled the room. The scent of sex surrounded them. Her body arched and rocked against him, meeting each advance, following every retreat of his flesh within hers until Mike dipped his head and settled his lips over hers.
    “Come for me, Lyssa.” The order quaked through her.
    Beneath him, he felt the grip of her sheath tighten. Her eyes went wide before her head fell back. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out beyond a soft moan.
    She shuddered and quaked in his arms, every muscle in her body tensed as her climax peaked, only to be followed by a second, then a third. Tears streaked her cheeks. Lyssa caught her breath, then released it in shaky sobs as her body slowly relaxed.
    Mike waited, watched her until her eyes began to drift shut and her body went lax beneath him. He moved one hand to cup the back of her head while wrapping the other around her hips, pulling her tight against him, lifting her free of the bed.
    Her blue eyes flew open, wide and surprised as he gazed down at her. “My turn, pet.”
    His mouth captured hers as it opened, whether it was in protest or surprise was irrelevant. His tongue tangled with hers. The taste of her filled his senses. The smell of her body, the tart scent of her climax, and the musk of her passion permeated his soul. It wouldn’t take long, he knew, for his body to reach completion. Mike let his desires lead as his hips hammered against her. Each thrust was hard and deep as he staked his claim.
    His orgasm sizzled through his groin, sent fire into his balls and up his spine as he set it free. He thrust deeper, held Lyssa’s hips tight to his, pressing the head of his cock as close to her womb as possible, and imagined a time when he would be able to spill every drop of his seed within her without a thin layer of latex between them. A time when Lyssa would belong to him and a child would connect them. Beneath him, Lyssa tensed, her body vibrating with the climax that flooded through her and matched the residual pulses coursing through him.
    His grip tightened. Mike nipped at the slack line of her lips as she went limp in his arms. The dazed expression that filled her blue eyes drew a smile from him. “Mine,” he claimed and pressed his lips to hers.
    Lyssa declined protest. A sigh slid from her mouth into his as her eyelids fluttered, then drifted closed, and her body melted beneath him. He’d let her rest, Mike reasoned as he eased free of her body and moved off the bed.
    The crackle of cellophane drew his gaze to the five condom packages spread over the bedding beside her. After scooping them up, he dropped them onto the nightstand as he moved into the adjacent bathroom. A twinge of irritation niggled at the thought of the protection he’d donned before taking his woman. When his older brother had married, Mike had often wondered at Bryce’s insistence on immediately binding Mattie to him through pregnancy, but now,