Filed To Story: A Claim of Fortune Book PDF Free by Jaymin Eve
Sex with Finley had been so fucking good, and I could still feel the way he touched and tasted every inch of my skin.
Unable to resist, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his, the beard scratching nicely across my cheek. He didn’t open his eyes, but his lips curved into a smile. His hand crept up to the back of my head, and he deepened the kiss as he rumbled, “Good morning, darlin’.”
My core clenched around him, which drew a groan from the bear. “A very good morning.”
Finley’s eyes opened; the whiskey depths darker to match the need in his expression. He thrust deeper inside me, right when a loud knock echoed through the room.
“Fuck off,” Finley growled, his gaze locking me in place.
He flexed his hips again, moving slower this time, and I really had been edged all night, because I could have come instantly. If the dilation of Finley’s pupils were any indication, he wasn’t far behind. He moved faster, his hands tightening on my ass to lift me higher for a better angle to slam up into me.
There was another knock, a much heavier one. “You need to get downstairs,” Slade growled, sounding pissed off.
“Dragon or not,” Finley snarled back, veins prominent on both sides of his neck as he drove into my body, “I’ll beat the fuck out of you.”
“Holy goddess of orgasms,” I choked out, trying not to scream. It was impossible to stay quiet when this felt so damn good.
At this angle, Finley hit a spot that sent fireworks through my body.
“It’s an emergency,” Slade finally said with a sigh. “Two minutes or I’m coming in there to haul you both down myself. I don’t care if you’re naked and mid-fuck.”
Finley didn’t slow, choosing instead to reach between us and rub his thumb over my clit until I was hurled into an intense orgasm, finding the release I’d been chasing all night.
“Mate,” Finley rumbled, drawing out the pleasure with long, slow thrusts. He closed his eyes as he came too, and when I collapsed against him I could hear our hearts pounding, loudly and in sync.
As I caught my breath, I had to ask: “Have you ever done that before? Slept inside a female?”
Why I asked when the very thought had me wanting to descend into a rage blackout, I’d never know. But ask I did. “Never, baby,” he assured me, probably feeling my sudden rage through our new bond. “I’ve never even slept beside a female before, and in all honesty, I’m fairly sure we were both virgins before last night. As far as I’m concerned, there’s been no one for either of us.”
My anger faded under my amusement. “Well, Hunter and Finley might argue the virgin thing, but I agree. There has never been anyone I cared to remember before you guys, and you’re definitely the first to be inside me all night.” I swallowed roughly. “Which I liked… a lot.”
He closed his eyes briefly, and our bond was filled with his desire. “I fucking loved it,” he growled. “We might need to keep testing the theory though. Just for like… every night for the rest of eternity.”
This time I laughed. “Well, Kellan likes to sleep with his hand on my ass, and Hunter claims my thigh or throat, so maybe sleeping inside me will be your thing.”
The satisfaction on his face was undeniable-he liked that idea.
It wasn’t that we’d forgotten about Slade, but it did take a crack of magic against the house to haul me out of bed. I frantically searched through my bonds to ensure everyone was okay.
“Fuck, I guess that was what Slade was carrying on about?” Finley rumbled as he grabbed shorts and slipped them on. He handed me his shirt and I quickly buttoned up the flannel lengths.
“We need to move fast,” I said, racing for the door with Finley right on my heels.
Before I hit the stairs, he wrapped his hands around my biceps and hauled me off my feet. “Me first,” he growled, his bear rising.
There was no time to argue, so I stayed on his heels all the way down to where our pack stood in the entrance hall, blocking the door. I didn’t notice the stranger in our midst until Hunter stepped aside and I found myself staring at a familiar face.
Well, if seeing a photo counted as familiar. It was the male from the grainy security footage Slade had showed me weeks ago. The shifter who stood outside my place of birth.
“You,” I said, wrinkling my brow as I tried to figure out what was happening.
“Hello, daughter,” he replied, his eyes meeting mine. His icy blue eyes.
Even as I froze, there was a part of me that accepted this information, as if I’d known all along.
“Excuse me,” Slade growled, edging in front of me protectively. “Are you saying Emme is your biological daughter?”
The shifter nodded, crossing his arms over the plain linen shirt. His feet were bare, and his hair was long and unkept, as if he’d been living rough for a while, but there was a dominant wolf in his stare. He was an alpha.
A powerful one.
“Yes. She’s my daughter,” he continued, his voice harder as his impatience spilled out. “I have spent decades trying to keep her safe, but unfortunately the time for hiding or concealing powers has expired.”
My head spun, and I couldn’t quite figure out what he meant. “I don’t understand,” I finally murmured, peering around Slade to meet his disconcerting stare. “Why are you here? Why did you bring magic to our door?” I had no doubt that the surge I’d felt before was from him.
“My name is Constantine,” he said, and I blinked at the name Talon had revealed to me. “I’m half shifter and half witch, and I’m going to need your help to save the world.”
Slade snarled. “Shifters and witches can’t breed. You lie.”
Constantine shook his head. “Ah, if only that were true. We can breed, and we can wield magic. Just like your mate will be able to.”
Your mate. He was talking about me. “Why would you need my help?” I asked, my anger rising toward this male who’d left me alone with my mother. “And why the hell would I help you after twenty-six years of absence?”