Claiming His Love {manxman}

CHL: Chapter Nineteen

Nikolai Lyev Baranov

My whole body felt like I had been run over by a train 72 times at full speed.

I had awakened and boy, the pain that struck my ass and my back. My eyes widened as I registered the fact that I couldn't feel my legs moving, though they were. Trace had really done a number on me, considering that we did it five more times after our initial mating. He had too much stamina, entirely too much, and I had no idea how I was going to survive the rest of our lives.

'How does it feel to finally get laid?' My wolf was perched on a chair, legs crossed as he smirked with a howl. 'I bet you feel great, don't you?' He was smug as shit and I moaned, trying to shift my body. The heat hadn't been particularly taxing since I had a mate to help get me through it, but damn. Trace ravished me all last night, going into the morning and I was now paying the price for it. I couldn't deny that my first time was undeniably excellent and it was exceptionally magnificent. I wanted more, of course. The way he sucked on my neck, leaving all those marks, the way he hit that spot inside of me, relentless and unwavering. 

Damn. 

Trace was a savage beast in bed and I was quite happy and a bit unsettled that I was going to have to deal with that to infinity and beyond. I didn't know if it was because it was my first time mating, but it was the most beautiful thing I had experienced: looking into Trace's eyes and seeing myself reflected in those honey orbs. The way he smiled down at me and the way he kissed me like he was afraid I would disappear. Those were all exquisite moments and I remembered and recounted every single second of it. 

"I need to get up and shower," I whispered to myself, feeling liquid gush in my asshole. "Shit." I groaned, covering my eyes as the light from the sun entered my room. Trace had decided that we were going to go all out last night and he fucked me in both of my holes. I had to get it out as soon as possible because it was not a good feeling. "Huh?" I murmured in confusion as I tried to move, being yanked back instantly. My eyes traveled to the thick forearms wrapped around my waist and I sighed.

"Trace..." I muttered, poking the appendage, hoping that it would alert him. I sighed in annoyance as the sound of snoring filled my ear, drool on my shoulder. I glared at the wall, remembering his annoying sleep habits. He had always liked to cuddle and hold me tight into the morning but it was worse now because I could feel his thick erection against my ass crack. With a sharp tap to his arm, he sniffled, grumbling in my ear as he pulled me closer, unconscious kisses being placed on the junction between my neck and my shoulder.

Why?

Why was he like this?

I was going to have to pull some of my old tactics and put them to good use. As I have learned, dried cum is not a pleasant feeling. I rolled my eyes and latched my nails into his forearms. He didn't move as I thought and I pried his arms apart with sheer force. Building up the strength within me, I threw myself off of the bed. "God damn it." I cursed as my body started to throb like shit. This was agonizing. Trace was never gonna get a piece of me again. I grabbed onto the bed sheet to hoist myself up, panicking when Trace started to flail and reach around the bed for me. I took the pillow that I was sleeping on and pushed in his hands, relishing relief as he calmed down. He sniffed on the pillow, chewing on it.

Ew.

I stood with a vengeance, glaring holes at me as I limped and staggered my way to the bathroom. It was only a mere foot, but it felt like I had been walking for 65 days. I dragged myself inside the bathroom, flicking on the lights. God, did everything have to be so bright? I reached over to turn on the shower, closing the door. I spent a few minutes brushing my teeth and washing my face, undressing. There was no level of shock that could compare to the one that I had when I saw the number of bruises, hickeys and bite marks ingrained into every part of my skin.