Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man-Chapter 34: Her First

Blaze’s POV:

I pulled my cock free, the heat of her body making me groan as I rubbed it against her perfect ass. Fuck.

No human had ever done this to me—had ever made me this hard, this desperate. My fingers dug into her hips, holding her in place as I ground against her, drinking in the way she tensed beneath me.

I should have been in control. I always was. But with her? I was losing it.

"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, rolling my hips again, savoring the friction. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

I dropped one hand from her breast, sliding it down slowly until my fingers cupped her center. Yeah... she was dripping wet.

Guess my saliva had done its job, making her horny and ready for me. Good—because hell, I didn’t think I could hold out long enough to get her there myself.

I slipped one finger inside, groaning at the way she clenched around me. Fuck, she was tight. Too tight for someone who had...

Wait.

Is she a virgin?

A low growl rumbled in my chest as the realization hit me.

Fuck.

I just got even harder.

I slammed my finger inside her, drawing a loud, sweet moan from her lips. Good. Loud. Fuck, what was this human doing to me?

I wanted to hear it again.

Holding her flush against my chest, I started fucking her with my fingers, one hand still on her breast, fondling, squeezing, claiming. My other hand stayed between her legs, working her open as I parted her thighs wider with my knee.

Her moans—fuck, they were music to my ears.

But she still wasn’t ready. Not yet.

I pushed in another finger, groaning at how tight she was, how perfectly she clenched around me. When she came, her body trembling in my grasp, I didn’t stop—I couldn’t. I eased in another finger, then another, stretching her, preparing her.

She came again, shuddering, but I wasn’t done. Not even close.

Gripping her hips, I bent her forward, pressing her down until her ass arched up in the air—right where I wanted her. Perfect.

With one thrust, I buried myself inside her, claiming her completely, her slickness making it easy to take what was mine.

I waited a little, savoring the way she clenched around me before I started moving—slow at first, letting her feel every inch of me stretching her open.

Then I picked up the pace.

Bliss.

I had never felt like this while fucking someone. And believe me, that was saying a lot, considering how many humans and vampires I’d taken before her. But none of them felt like this. None of them made me feel like I was losing control.

With each thrust, heat coiled tighter in my gut. Her body molded against me, perfect in every way, her warmth pulling me in, keeping me there. I gripped her hips, fingers digging into soft flesh as I drove into her, deeper, harder, forcing her to take everything I gave her.

Her moans—fuck, those moans—they weren’t just sounds. They were mine. Every breathless whimper, every shaky gasp—it was because of me.

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back as I let my lips trace the curve of her neck. She shivered beneath me, her body tensing, gripping me tighter.

"That’s it," I muttered, my voice thick with desire. "Take it, Pet. Take all of me."

She whimpered at the name, and something about it made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t understand.

I should’ve been focused on the raw pleasure, on the way her body moved so perfectly under me, but something deeper pulled at me—something possessive, something dangerous.

I didn’t just want to fuck her. I wanted to ruin her.

To make sure no one else would ever touch her like this.

I pressed my hand flat against her stomach, pulling her flush against me with each thrust, forcing her to feel just how deep I was, just how much I was claiming her. Her breath hitched, her fingers gripping at the slick tile for support as her body trembled beneath me.

She was close. So was I.

My teeth grazed her ear, my voice coming out rough, unsteady.

"You feel so fucking good," I groaned, my rhythm faltering as the heat between us reached its breaking point. "Mine. You’re mine."

Her body clenched around me, dragging me deeper into the abyss of her, and for the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to crawl back out.

I tightened my grip on her hips, slamming into her harder, faster. Fuck, I was losing it. Losing myself in the way she clenched around me, in the way her breath hitched with every thrust.

I’d had my fair share of women but nothing had ever felt like this.

Nothing had ever felt like her.

I growled low in my throat, my fingers digging into her skin as I pulled her back onto me, forcing her to take everything I gave. She gasped, her body arching, her nails scraping against the slick tile. She was so fucking tight, so warm, gripping me like she never wanted to let go.

And hell, maybe I didn’t either.

I slid one hand from her hip to wrap around her stomach, pulling her flush against my chest. My other hand traced up her throat, fingers curling lightly around her neck. Not squeezing—just holding, feeling her pulse race beneath my touch.

Mine.

I could feel it—she was close. Her body trembled, her breathing turning into desperate, broken little moans. Music to my fucking ears.

"That’s it," I muttered, my voice rough, needy. "Come for me."

And she did.

She shattered in my arms, her body locking up as she came hard around me, squeezing me so tight I nearly lost my fucking mind.

That was it—that was all it took.

The pleasure hit me like a damn freight train, ripping through me so hard I almost saw white. My grip on her tightened as I buried myself deep, a raw groan tearing from my throat as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

Shit.

I stayed there, forehead resting against her shoulder, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks. My heart hammered against my ribs, my breath ragged as I tried to pull myself back together.

But even as the haze lifted, one thought burned in my mind:

I had never come that hard before.

Not with anyone. Not ever.

And the worst part?

I already wanted more.