The Claiming By Cooper

The Claiming by Cooper Book 4

The Contest by Cooper (Jaxon & Evangeline)

Chapter 24 Evangeline

Jaxon and I spend the next few hours exploring each other’s bodies, finding s*ensitive spots, ticklish spots and the places that turn us on the most. It’s the most fantastic night of my life, not to mention the most erotic.

I’ve k*issed, t*ouched and tasted every muscle, every line of his body until I know it as well as my own. And he’s done the same.

Now, I’m curled up beside him, my head on his chest, both of us having just found our release for the umpteenth time tonight. My body is more relaxed, more languid than it’s ever been. And still, I want more.

“Do you think it feels like this because we’ re mates?” I ask him.

“I would guess so. I mean, I don’t exactly have a lot of experience, but I know I’ve never wanted someone like I want you,” he says.

I lean into him, laying my chin on my hand, looking up at him. “Alpha Jaxon, what experience do you have?” I ask teasingly.

He tilts his head to look down at me before shaking it. “I’m not falling for that trap, but I will say this. Nothing in my life has or could ever compare to these last few hours. That was incredible and I hate that our time is coming to an end.”

I sigh, laying my head back on his chest. “Me too. We should probably head back soon.”

He k*isses the top of my head. “Let’s go wash off in the lake and then I’ll sneak you back to your room before the sun comes up.” He says.

both of us washing the other. He’s h*ard again and I take him in my hands under the water,

up

one more,” I say to him, feeling his h*ard length twitch

hand against my clit as he slides two f*ingers inside me. I’m tender from the many times he’s brought me to orgasm tonight, but the pain is overridden by the pleasure as he begins stroking me, building the ache

our gazes holding, and without words, we begin to r*ub and s*troke in time with the other so

him, holding our bodies together as we pant, our bodies jerking with the aftershocks of yet

passionate k*iss. I wrap my arms around his

then get our clothes. We walk halfway

says, pocketing my p*anties that I tossed

a messy bun, having given up on trying to make it look presentable. He pulls on his pants and shirt, leaving the shirt unbuttoned and giving his jacket to me. I put it on, reveling in his

the packhouse, he hands me my shoes and we sneak in like we’re

room back to the stairs. Jaxon walks me to the top of the stairwell at my floor, taking my face and pulling me in for one more

watch him walk backward down the stairs before he gets to his floor. He blows me a k*iss and turns. I turn as

down my hall, not paying attention, thinking of

been all night?” My father’s angry voice rips me out of my

hallway beside our

to me why my daughter is coming

into the air. “You reek of

pushes off the wall, stalking toward me. “Do I need to remind you that

my mate,” I say