CLAIMED

11

"Morning sleepy head." Leah said the moment Kazan, who had his strong arm and leg locked onto her body, opened his eyes. Note that for over an hour now, she's been watching him sleep. Then somewhere in between, he started fondling and sniffing her as if he were having some sexual dream.

Well, she knew it was a sexual dream. The pup was groaning and rubbing his hard crotch against her. Not that she minds. Just him humping her legs was enough to make her wet. And he even had a few orgasms in his sleep earlier; she could tell from his violent jerkings.

Now, as to why she is here in his room, laying on his bed, well, she can't seem to help herself. She's drawn to him because of her mark on him. It's not like she loves him; she just can't seem to be away from him. Yeah, she knows this looks and sounds bad. However, by the time she realized what she was doing, she was already there. It seems her mistakenly claiming him has turned her into an obsessive stalker.

"What the heck?" The surprised Kazan separated himself from her. After all, he wasn't expecting to wake up and find the stray in his bed. Not that he minds her there. But that's not the issue here. How did she even get in here without him noticing? Even in his sleep, his ears are very sensitive to sound. She must be using some kind of unknown foot skill. "Did the guards see you come in?"

"Of course, not." Leah assured him. Those weaklings don't have the skill or the speed to match her spirit walk. A unique technique practiced only by those in her bloodline.

"Good." Kazan felt great relief. The last thing he wants is a scandal between him and the stray. Things would get messy. He then looked at the clock on his bedside table and saw that it was one a.m. "So, what do you want at this hour? Why are you here?"

"So you don't want to see me then? Alright, I'll leave." The seemingly upset Leah gets up to leave. However, Kazan held and pulled her back down on the bed.

"Of course, I want you here. You know I do. But I told you, you can't come here." Kazan tried to be patient with her, though she was getting on his last nerve. Not to mention, her delicious stench was driving him mad with desire.

"You know I don't care about your rules, right?" Leah snorted.

"I know. But please understand my situation here."

"I get it. You don't want people to know about you being claimed by a stray."

"Yes. But it is more than that."

"If people learn about who I am, it will put your pack in danger." Leah rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know that. I'd prefer to remain unknown, too. It's not worth the trouble."

"That too, but—"

"So you don't want me here then, after all."

Damn it, will she just shut up and let him explain himself properly? "Yes, but—"

"Well, too bad for you, pup, because I can't sleep and am bored."

Ugh! "Why can't you sleep?" Kazan asked, though he had a pretty good idea why. Not only can he smell his own arousal, but hers too.

"It's because of you, you damn idiot." Leah poked his forehead.

"Me? What have I done?" He feigned ignorance.

"Oh, stop pretending as if you don't know what you are doing to me." Leah smacked the side of his head. Like her, he had a sensitive nose. "You are always on my mind, though I hate admitting that. And no matter how much I try to get you off, I can't."

"Really now?" Kazan was flattered. He also understood very well what she was talking about. It was the same for him earlier and even now. If it wasn't for the fact that he was so exhausted, he wouldn't have gotten any sleep. However, now that she's here, sleep seems to have gone into hibernation. Lucky sleep.

"Don't take pleasure in my suffering, pup." She bumped his head again.

"Stop calling me a pup." Kazan laid her flat on the bed, hovering her with arms pinned down.

"Or what?" Leah teased.

"This." He reached for her weak spot and inserted a finger, and she froze for some time before she started breathing again.

Next thing you know, they were kissing and touching out of control. Then, as soon as she was wet enough to accommodate him, Kazan geared up to penetrate her. However, when the tip of his Johnson reached her entrance, that's when he suddenly remembered the conversation he and Elder Dorian had earlier. You know, the one about him getting the Stray pregnant. So he quickly stopped himself from making the same mistake twice.

"What's the matter now?" Leah groaned, frustrated. She was so anxious to get him inside of her, and as she was about to get her wish, he just stopped. Is he out of his mind? "Why did you stop?"

"Um, I know this is a very personal question. But are you on birth control?" Kazan asked, a bit tensed.

"Birth control? What is that?" Leah was so overwhelmed by her lust that she got confused and asked a stupid question.

"So, you're not on birth control?" Kazan panicked.

"No, is there a problem?" Then afterwards, it hit her. She had sex with him last night without any form of protection. "Oh no!"

"Does that mean you're pregnant?" Kazan was really losing his mind right now. His hair is falling out. OK, maybe he's overreacting. But he's not ready to be a dad yet. He's just twenty-three. Also, how will he explain this to the pack?

"I don't think so. At least, I hope not."

"That's not making me feel any better."

"Do you think I want to be a mother the very first time I've decided to have sex?" Now she's panicking. She's been so obsessed with this pup lately that there was no room for other thoughts. Like, what if she's really pregnant? Things could get even more complicated than they already are.

"What?" Kazan was stunned by her statement. It was equivalent to being hit by a sucker punch. "You were a virgin?"

"Yes. Is something wrong with that?" She felt the need to punch in the face, but she resisted the temptation. For now, that is.

"How—how could that be?" he stuttered.

"Simple genius. I choose not to have sex."

"I mean. The way you operate and the way you talk, I thought—"

"You thought what? That I'm a wh*re?" Leah snapped.

"No. Of course not. It's just. You don't come off as someone who is sexually inexperienced. A virgin."

"I know about sex, pup. I just refrained from indulging until this stupid claim took away my choice."

"Why didn't you?" Kazan was curious to know. By the time he was twelve, he had been sexually active. Therefore, it is strange to find someone at her age who is a virgin.

"Well, truth be told. My father instructed me not to unless I got married. You know, find Mr. Right. And don't get the wrong idea here, because you are not him. We are just having sex until that grand master of yours finds a safe way to remove my claim on you, right?" Why does the thought of him being unclaimed make her mad? Shouldn't that make her happy? Isn't that what she wanted ever since this curse befell her—to be free from this pup?

"Yeah," Kazan voiced, dispirited. He knows removing her claim on him is the right and safest thing to do. Not only for him, but for his pack. But here, right now. He doesn't want to lose her—lose this feeling she stirred up inside him.

"You know what? Let's just call it a night. Goodbye."

"Wait, what?" By the time Kazan tried to stop her, the stray was already out of the room. "Damn it!" He screamed before falling down on his bed.