Claimed by Her Mountain Man: A Steamy Mountain Man Friends to Lovers Romance (Her Savage Mountain Men Book 2)

by Penelope Wylde

  He crawled onto the bed and palmed her right leg, working kisses and nips in intervals up the long supple length until he reached the fringed edges of her shorts.

  “How do you plan on claiming me?”

  He nibbled his way up her other leg, caressing the rough pads of his fingers over the tender flesh of her inner thigh. He dipped beneath the material of her shorts until he found the soft folds of her pussy under the silky band of her panties.

  She trembled under his touch.

  He could have lost her today. He wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

  “I love you.” He didn’t expect her to answer and he didn’t give her time to either.

  Parting her, he slipped a finger along her wet slit and growled long and deep as she moaned. He reached up and flicked the button of her shorts open. The hiss of the zipper loud to his ears.

  He slipped his hands under her buttocks and pulled. Her shorts and panties joined the growing pile of clothes.

  “Now for the good part.”

  Her lips parted. “Really? What’s that?”

  Grabbing an ankle, he yanked her across the bed. “Sit up.”

  She did. With a couple of flicks, he had her breasts free and taking an extended nipple in his mouth. God, how could he be so fucking hard just by tasting her sweet skin? So aroused just having her close?

  Her beautiful peach-sized tits tasted ripe and perfect to him. He bent for another taste. Her moans fed into him, a pure white heat that his soul craved, had hungered for far too long.

  He moved to her other nipple, the dusky tip begging for equal attention. She arched beneath his touch and anchored her hands around the wooden slats that made up the headboard.

  Perfect.

  Cool air brushed the length of his back but did nothing to calm the heat boiling inside his veins.

  He trailed a single finger over the blackened swirls of vines and flower tattoo spread over her thigh, but instead of pulling away, he lingered his touch longer, feeding the need to memorize every part of her body all over again.

  He reached over her head and wound the scarf around her hands and this time to the headboard.

  “Ethan...”

  He brushed away the question in her voice.

  With a delicious pop he released her nipple to look her in the eyes. Thick emotions swirled in the sapphire depths, and he could tell she was at a loss for what she needed.

  He had to show her.

  “Remember what I promised? That I would tie you up until I had my fill?”

  She nodded.

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Always.”

  “Good answer. Now lay back and just feel.”

  Using his right hand, he stroked the length of his cock. “Spread your legs.”

  When she did, he couldn’t look away. “You have no idea how much I want you.” He pushed her knees open. “I own his.” He took his cock and dragged the crown, dripping with his pre-cum through her slit. “I own you. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

  He buried his face in her pussy. Licking, biting, sucking his fill of all her sweetness.

  “Ethan, God, fuck. Yes!” She screamed, her legs trembling around his head. Her heels dug into his back when he tongue fucked her tight, little hole.

  She moaned and clasped her legs around him as she tried to pull on her restraints. Wood creaked but held.

  Using his thumbs, he lightly stroked the lips of her bare pussy, teasing her nub without touching it. Each time he did, her back arched a little higher. He inhaled, filling his lungs with the scent of her arousal. Her juices wet his face and dripped down his chin, making him hungrier.

  He moved his hands under ass and lifted a little, making her spread her legs more for him. In this position, he had access to all of her.

  Flicking his tongue over her nub, he stroked a finger through her wetness and trailed it back to her ass.

  “Ethan,” she gasped, making him smile with his mouth full of her perfect cunt.

  “Shh,” he cooed around her clit, still teasing her back entrance. “I told you I own everything and will claim every part of you.”

  He pushed to his knees and maneuvered her to where she had her legs spread over his thighs, open and ready to receive his pulsing shaft.

  On his knees, he gathered the heavy weight of his cock and stroked the length as she watched. Hunger shined back at him and he couldn’t wait.

  He wrapped her legs around him and slowly, inch by achingly slow inch, he sank into her tight channel. The need to claim her, heart and soul, drove him, but this one time he needed to take it slow. They’d had sex plenty of times but this time was the one that counted more than any other.

  “Yes! Just like that,” she moaned for him and he could feel her body accept his big size like a glove.

  He thrust in the remainder of the way and watched as her head fell back and her lips opened with a sigh.

  Her channel tightened around his cock.

  With her eyes wide open and her gaze locked on his, she dug her heels into his ass as she rose, impaling herself on his shaft. He threw back his head and roared until his soul felt cleansed of all the pain. Breathing heavy, he gathered her waist in his hands and pulled out, only to drive home.

  Once.

  Twice.

  “Harder, take me harder, Ethan. I want to feel your power.”

  He did as she commanded and her supple body rocked beneath his with the power of his thrusts.

  He slowed when her breathing grew heavy.

  “Relax, sweetheart. I’ve got you,” he crooned in a low voice to soothe her.

  The planes of his stomach and the muscles of his back tensed in unison. Lust for his woman drove him forward. He didn’t dare stop. Couldn’t stop.

  He rose above her and peered down to where their bodies connected. The fire returned to every cell in his body and he embraced it.

  Ethan’s hands sunk beneath Remy’s ass, angling her just right so she can take more of him.

  His fingers dug into her skin as he watched her reach for her clit and swirl a finger around her nub.

  “Pet yourself, baby,” he rasped, slamming into her hard and slow before picking up speed.

  The walls of her exquisite pussy tightened around his cock the faster he pumped into her. He could feel her getting close to her orgasm.

  “You’re going to make me come.”

  “I know, but you’re not coming yet.” Her channel rippled around him taking him dangerously close to the end right along with her. With a quick tug, he slipped the knot free from her wrists.

  With a hand to her back, he pulled her up until he had her in his arms. Leaned back onto his heels, she locked her legs around him.

  She buried her hands in his hair.

  “I want to feel the perfect little pussy tighten around me and milk every last drop from my cock,” he growled into her shoulder.

  He looked on as she squeezed her eyes shut and let her head fall back as she let out a long moan. “That’s so fucking hot. Fuck me harder, Ethan.”

  The fiery heat of his own orgasm gripped him hard, and he rocked into her once more. Her channel clenched around him like a tight fist and milked him.

  “Come with me, baby.” His orgasm triggered hers. She cried out in ecstasy, her nails biting into his back as he slammed into her hard enough to make her cry out.

  He fucked his cock into her, stroking them both into a longer, drawn-out orgasm. Hot ropes of his come splashed deep inside her pussy and everything in his world clicked into place.

  “Do you feel all my come deep inside you, baby?”

  She nodded, slowly opening her eyes to look at him.

  “Will you be my wife? Marry me so I can fuck you for a lifetime. I know I’ll never get enough of that tender pussy around my dick or on my tongue as long as I live. Let me love every part of you and give you everything you could ever want in this life.”

  For a minute she said nothing, just stared back looking at him like he was
the key to all the answers she ever searched for. At least that’s what he hoped her wide-eyed expression meant.

  “Only if you marry me so I can do that same for you. Fuck you the second you walk in from work, love you when you need me close and always be your partner.”

  “That sounds like a deal.”

  He eased back, laying her out beneath him on the bed. The second he pulled free from her he took her hand and pressed it to her center. “I meant it. Don’t let a drop of my come out.” Leaning over her, he licked one hard, greedy nipple and then the other. Her tiny whimper made his cock twitch.

  “Mmm, yes, so fucking hot,” she moaned and started petting her clit, coating it with his hot come.

  He claimed her mouth in a tender kiss as she played with herself.

  “You’re beautiful covered in my milk.”

  “Can we go home now? I want to make love in our own bed.”

  “We’ll have to wait for the guys to get back. Remember, no plane or car. But I think I can keep you entertained until then.”

  “Yes, husband. I think you can too.” She took his hand and guided it between her legs. “I want to feel you inside me again.” She rose above him as she rolled him onto his back. Straddling him, she leaned over, her beautiful breasts within reach of his hungry mouth.

  “I can’t stop falling in love with you every minute you look at me like I’m your angel.”

  “That’s because you were sent from heaven just for me.”

  “I want you to fill me with all of you again, Ethan.” She reached between them and took his already hard cock in her hand. With her thighs already sticky from their shared releases, his hungry bride-to-be wanted more. He could do that all day long.

  “I want you to make me yours, mountain man,” she teased raking her nails over the flat disks of his nipples.

  He flexed causing the head of his shaft to nudge against her hot little clit before she sank down on his shaft and took every inch of him inside her.

  “Oh, fuck,” he groaned and right then he knew he was lost.

  “We’re not stopping at one. You want that?” he asked. “Full with my baby all the time?”

  “God yes. I want a big family. I want you and that means having a little one inside me. I can’t think of anything that would make me happier, Ethan. Nothing in this world.”

  She rode him hard until he felt the clench of her pussy tighten around him, drawing his balls up tight. His fingers buried into the tender flesh of her hips and he rose up thrusting into her deeper. “You want my come, baby?”

  “Yes! Fill me with all of you!” she screamed, and her words were all he needed for his climax to explode through him. His whole body tensed as he drove in, releasing his hot come into her for a second time. She cried out just as his orgasm hit and they both rode the same wave.

  Panting, she fell to his chest. He rolled her over and pulled her to him, wrapping her leg over his hip. His orgasm had been so intense he’d nearly seen stars. “God, I don’t know how I got so lucky to have you,” he purred against her lips.

  “That makes two of us. Let me catch my breath and we can make sure we leave this place as expecting parents.”

  He loved the wicked grin on her lips. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. “I like that plan.”

  Three months had led to the most intense three days of his life. He could barely believe his luck. He needed to touch her. Hold her close to make his eyes and heart believe what his brain tried to tell him and his dick already knew. She was real. And all his. Nothing would ever take them away from each other. He’d almost lost her but now she was his. He’d finally claimed his mountain bride.

  The End

  Want more hot alphas?

  Read on for the first chapter of Her Savage Mountain Man, You know this is going to be a quick, dirty read dripping with sweetness and just enough naughty to make you blush.

  Chapter One

  Esmeralda Morgan stared at her father’s name. The chiseled strokes of his epitaph on the polished granite blurred and the once healed cracks in her heart splintered into tiny pieces. White light filled the mausoleum and complete silence reigned over her father’s service as the priest gave the final rights over the empty crypt.

  Empty because her father refused to do anything the easy way in life, so why should he in death?

  Thunder rumbled in the distance as if the heavens felt her pain. Tears welled along the rims of her eyes to wet her lashes, but she willed them away. Tiny nails pierced the tender flesh of her palms. Slowly, cautiously, she slid her eyes closed and focused on the pain. That she could handle.

  She sniffled and dug into every last ounce of strength in her body, straightened her back as the final prayer for her father drew to an end. For the past hour dozens of eyes had been glued to her every move. Only now did she feel a small reprieve as everyone bowed their heads.

  Tears never helped anyone. We can learn a lot from the diamonds we pull from the earth. Cold and hard. Take a lesson and life will be easier.

  That was her father all right. Cold-hearted and with a razor-sharp tongue.

  But not always. Tears fell for that father. The one that loved the outdoors and loved life. Not the jaded and torn man he became.

  Her father’s words ran chills up the length of her spine as though he stood over her shoulder, ready with one quip or another the second she showed signs of actually feeling something. They’d grown apart over the last couple of years. His bitterness toward her working for his rival, instead of his company bled into her life until she had no choice but to sever ties. She’d asked for his understanding yet all she got in return was a note on corporate stationery each Christmas with a few crisp Benjamins tucked inside. As if his money would solve everything between them. But still, with him gone now, nothing would be the same.

  As long as she could remember he always wielded a high hand over her life. He’d ruined it once five years ago on the cusp of her mother’s gruesome death. Maybe if she would have played the passive, obedient daughter they could have been happier. It all seemed moot now anyway.

  “Will you be all right, darling? Why don’t you come home with us and stay a while? I’ll make up the spare bedroom.” Her aunt eyed the two trench coats flanking her, their grim faces half-hidden behind black tinted glasses despite there not actually being any sunshine to speak of. The raised collars didn’t do much to conceal the earpieces and holsters.

  She narrowed her eyes at them and mentally tacked on another thing to her massive to-do list: lose the bodyguards.

  “I know you love spending the spring there. It’ll help take your mind off of everything.” A soft, weathered hand to her arm brought her head around and the second Father Gracing slid his Bible closed, her unassuming aunt pulled her into a heartwarming bear hug. All five-foot, one hundred pounds worth of little old lady made everything better with her Aunt Bea worthy apple pies and kind soul. Don’t forget the chicken soup. A nice big bowl of that would be ten times better than what she had to do now.

  Beyond the doors, limos lined the gravel road that led to the private Morgan family mausoleum. Another reminder of her arranged fate as the assessor of her father’s company.

  Three generations of her family rested here. Uncles, aunts, her mother, and now her father. If only in spirit. All had a hand in building Morgan Gem Global, the diamond empire that would be hers within a week whether she wanted it or not. From diamond princess to ice queen. Or, as her father would say, from the gutter with the animals to the leaders of the modern world. He never did like the fact they came from a small town in the middle of nowhere Alaska. Ever since her mother died he hated everything about the outdoors.

  Jaded and bitter didn’t begin to describe her father.

  Butterflies brushed against the soft interior of her stomach. Her breath quickened.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a tall, stocky man who towered over several grievers, his eyes glued on her. News crews waited along the gate, their cameras
at the ready.

  It all came at her at once. He was gone. She’d take anything over the silence eating at her insides.

  She scanned over the room. Not one person beyond her aunt and uncle looked familiar, but everyone knew her. Maybe she wasn’t cut out for this.

  With a gentle squeeze, Esmeralda pulled back from her aunt and looked down on the icy blue eyes of the woman that helped raise her after the passing of her mother. How long before she’d leave her too?

  “I... I have to go. I’m sorry. I can’t right now.” No matter how tempting hiding out from the ugly world appealed to her, she had a promise to keep before...before whatever happened to someone after losing her father and gaining an empire in the expanse of a week.

  “Are you sure, darling? Your father would be so disappointed.”

  Esmeralda dragged out a smile and slipped it on for her aunt’s sake. “I have to do something for him.” And herself, depending on how you looked at it. Either way, it would take her away from here if only for a little bit. “You know how Father is—was—with a promise.” She swallowed hard. The time away would help clear her head.

  “Child, you’re too hard on yourself. Is it something I can help with?” The understanding and kind heart her father lacked, her aunt made up for in spades.

  Something warm and wet hit her hand where her aunt clasped her close. Ugh, God, her heart was about to implode. One more teary-eyed plea and she’d have no more willpower to say no or leave her aunt to grieve the passing of her brother alone.

  Rumbling split the skies once again, this time promising to make good on its watery threat.

  “I won’t be gone long. A day or two tops. I promise.”

  Her aunt tightened her hold around her hand, her lashes wet with tears. “Things are about to change, Esmeralda. You have to be ready.”

  Her aunt’s eyes turned a shade of blue that denoted determination. All the Morgan women had it. Her father called it the Morgan-pointed look.

  Esmeralda crossed her heart and tucked away the invisible key in her pocket like they used to do when she was a little girl and her aunt’s expression softened. That seemed to do the trick. Her aunt graced her with a smile and patted her hand.