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.

I take him in my

growls low, reaching up to

I say to him, feeling his h*ard length twitch in my

your future. But for now, one more,” he says, sliding a hand between my t*highs. He pushes the heel of his hand against my clit as he slides two f*ingers inside me.

begin to r*ub and s*troke in time with the other so that when my body contracts around his f*ingers, I feel his c*oc*k contracting in

we pant, our bodies jerking with

he says before taking my m*outh in a passionate k*iss. I wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting

finish rinsing off and then get our clothes. We walk halfway back, letting our bodies dry before pulling

mine,” he says, pocketing my p*anties that I tossed aside hours

wrap my hair into 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

we get back to the packhouse, he hands me my shoes and

of people cooking breakfast in the kitchen and we race through the dining room back to the stairs. Jaxon walks me to the top of

gets to his floor. He blows me a k*iss and turns. I turn as well, heading back to my room

turn down my hall, not paying attention,

me where you’ve been all night?” My father’s

him leaning against the hallway beside our door. “What are you doing here?”

to me why my daughter is coming in at daybreak looking like she just spent the night in bed with

the air. “You reek of

wall, stalking toward me. “Do I need to remind you that you are

mate,”