Chapter 333 - 67: Claimed and Claiming

Destiny woke to the solid weight of Dane’s thigh still draped over hers and the unmistakable press of his cock, already half-hard against her hip. The room was darker now, only the low glow from the bathroom night-light spilling across the floor. She turned her head. His eyes were open, watching her with that same intense focus that made her pulse kick.

"You’re staring again," she murmured.

His mouth curved. "You’re mine. I’m allowed."

The words landed low in her belly. Alpha. Controlling.

But his hand stayed gentle when it slid up her side, thumb brushing the underside of her breast like he was still checking she was real and whole.

Destiny pushed up onto one elbow, then swung a leg over his hips until she straddled him. His cock settled against her folds, already slick from earlier rounds. She rolled her hips once, deliberate, and watched his jaw tighten.

"Tonight I’m in charge," she said quietly. "You got to take. Now I get to take back."

Dane’s hands settled on her thighs, fingers flexing. A low rumble started in his chest, his wolf, restless and excited, pressing close under his skin. She felt it in the way his hips twitched upward, seeking more of her.

"Careful, Luna," he warned, voice rough. "My wolf likes it when you push."

She leaned down, lips brushing his. "Good. Let him watch."

Destiny rose onto her knees, reached between them, and guided the thick head of him to her entrance. She sank down slowly, taking him inch by inch until she was seated fully, stretched and full. A soft sound escaped her throat. Dane’s hands tightened on her hips, but he didn’t thrust. He let her set the pace.

She rode him in long, rolling movements, rising until only the tip remained inside her, then dropping hard enough that her ass met his thighs with a wet slap. Every downstroke forced a low groan from him. His eyes stayed locked on hers, dark and hungry, the Alpha in him barely leashed.

"Destiny—"

"Quiet." She braced her hands on his chest and ground forward so her clit dragged against him. "Just feel it."

His wolf rumbled louder.

She felt the vibration under her palms. The sound made something stir deep in her own chest—a dormant warmth she hadn’t felt in months, her own wolf shifting restlessly for the first time since the curse and the temple. It pressed forward, curious, drawn to the dominant energy rolling off him.

Dane noticed the change in her scent. His nostrils flared. "Your wolf..."

"She’s waking up," Destiny breathed. "Because of you."

She leaned down and kissed him hard, tongue sliding against his, then pulled back and climbed off him completely. Dane sat up, confusion flickering across his face for half a second before she pushed him to the edge of the bed and dropped to her knees between his spread thighs.

His cock stood thick and wet, glistening with her.

Destiny wrapped her hand around the base and licked a slow stripe from root to tip, tasting herself on him. Dane’s head tipped back. A rough sound tore from his throat.

"Fuck—Destiny—"

She took him into her mouth, sinking down until her lips met her fist. She sucked hard, tongue working the underside, then pulled back with a wet pop. "I want to hear you say my name when you cum."

She went down again, deeper this time, hollowing her cheeks.

Dane’s hand threaded into her hair, not forcing, just holding—controlling the angle carefully so he didn’t choke her. His hips stayed still even though his thighs trembled.

Alpha restraint, careful with her even while his wolf snarled for more.

Destiny sucked him with steady, filthy rhythm, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take, the other cupping his heavy balls. She felt him swell against her tongue. His breathing turned ragged.

"I’m close," he warned, voice strained. "Destiny—pull off if you—"

She didn’t. She took him deeper and hummed. Dane’s control snapped. He came hard, cock pulsing, thick ropes of come flooding her mouth. She swallowed what she could, the rest spilling from the corner of her lips. When she finally pulled off, a thin string of saliva and cum connected her lower lip to the head of him. She licked it clean while he watched, eyes half-lidded and dark.

Before he could recover she stood, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stepped back. "Dressing table. Now."

Dane rose in one fluid motion. His wolf was fully present now—eyes brighter, posture dominant but his hands were still careful when he scooped her up. He carried her across the room in three strides and set her on the cool wood of the dressing table.

The mirror behind her reflected everything: her flushed skin, his broad shoulders, the mess already glistening between her thighs.

He pushed her knees wide and dropped to his knees.

"My turn."

The first stroke of his tongue was slow and thorough, flat from entrance to clit. Destiny’s head fell back against the mirror with a soft thud. He licked into her like he was starving, tongue fucking her in short, deep strokes before sealing his mouth over her clit and sucking hard. Two fingers slid inside her, curling upward, finding the spot that made her thighs shake.

"Dane—oh goddess—"

He hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight through her. His free hand reached up, cupped her left breast, and rolled the nipple between finger and thumb while his mouth stayed busy between her legs.

Destiny’s hips rolled against his face. Her wolf stirred harder, pressing against her skin, drawn to the way he claimed her with tongue and teeth.

He switched—mouth moving to her right nipple, sucking it deep while his fingers kept working her clit in tight circles. His tongue flicked the peak, then scraped it lightly with his teeth.

The dual sensation, hot mouth on one breast, skilled fingers on the other and between her legs—pushed her right to the edge.

"I’m going to cum," she gasped. "Dane—please—"

He dropped back down and sealed his mouth over her clit again, sucking hard while his fingers thrust deep.

Destiny shattered.

Her thighs clamped around his head as she came in his mouth, pulsing hard, flooding his tongue. He drank her down, licking her through every wave until she was trembling and oversensitive.

Only then did he stand.

His cock was hard again, flushed and heavy. He stepped between her spread thighs, gripped the edge of the dressing table on either side of her hips, and pushed in with one long, controlled thrust. Destiny cried out at the sudden fullness. Dane’s forehead dropped to hers.

"Still with me?" he asked, voice rough, Alpha control threaded with careful check-in.

"Yes. Fuck me."

He did.

Hard, deep strokes that made the dressing table creak. Every thrust drove him to the hilt. Destiny wrapped her legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, pulling him deeper.

His mouth found her left nipple again, sucking and tonguing it while his hand played with the right—pinching, rolling, tugging in time with his hips.

The mirror behind them showed everything, the flex of his ass, the wet shine of his cock disappearing into her, her own face flushed and open-mouthed.

"Dane—Dane—" she moaned his name like a love song, over and over, the sound spilling out of her with every thrust.

His wolf rumbled in answer, loud enough she felt it in her own chest. Her dormant wolf surged forward in response, not fully shifting but present, warm and restless, matching his energy for the first time in too long.

Dane’s hand slid between them, thumb finding her clit, rubbing in firm circles. The pressure, the depth, the relentless suction on her nipple—it stacked too fast.

Destiny came hard around him, walls clamping down, a broken cry of his name tearing from her throat.

He followed seconds later, driving deep and staying there as he pulsed inside her, filling her in thick, hot spurts. His forehead stayed pressed to hers, breathing ragged, hands still careful on her hips even as his wolf howled in satisfaction under his skin.

They stayed locked together on the dressing table, bodies trembling, until the aftershocks faded. Dane’s mouth found hers in a slow, deep kiss, tasting of her. When he finally pulled out, the slow slide of his cock leaving her body left a warm trickle down her inner thigh.

He lifted her carefully off the table and carried her back to the bed, laying her down like something precious even while his eyes still burned with Alpha heat. Destiny’s wolf stirred once more, a soft, contented press against her ribs, then settled, awake now, no longer dormant.

Dane stretched out beside her, one heavy arm pulling her close. His voice was low against her hair.

"Next time you take charge like that," he murmured, "my wolf might not let me be so careful."

Destiny smiled against his chest, already feeling the heat start to build again between them.

"I’m counting on it."