The Claiming by Cooper

Chapter 89 Jara
Jara
As I stand in front of the Silvercrest pack, listening to Ma- son as he says the ceremonial words about me becoming their Luna, I feel love and warmth spread through me. I am fi- nally taking my place as a leader in my own pack.
When Mason turns to me, slicing his hand and letting his blood drip into the ceremonial cup, my hands twitch with my need to make our final connection a reality.
I say the words that will make me their Luna, swearing to love and cherish them, honoring my mate and Alpha and my pack above all.
He hands me the cup, his fingers rubbing the backs of my hands as he watches me drink his blood. The moment the connection is made I rush to tell him how I feel.
“I love you.”
We both say it through the mind link at the same time. Then we laugh and I throw my arms around him, kissing him passionately in front of the pack. Wolf whistles and howls echo into the night, but I don’t care. This pack needs to know that I love this man with all my heart, and I plan to make sure I’ m the best Luna this pack has ever seen.
Then it’s my turn to slice my hand and drip my blood into the ceremonial cup. It takes time for every pack member to come, swearing their loyalty to me, drinking my blood and opening the mind link connection. But when it’s done, I can hear the low-level buzzing of excitement and happiness from
the entire pack.
My mother and Hana had moved the area of the party to the pool, saying it’s a much more festive atmosphere than the training field. They were right, of course, and the music pumping through the speakers only adds to the celebration.
That night, I dance with nearly every member of the pack, promising those that had to return to their patrols that I would make it up to them. It’s early in the morning when Ma- son and I finally get back to our room and while I’m exhaust- ed, I still want to finish what we started earlier.
When Mason goes into the closet to change out of his clothes, I take off my dress, leaving my lace thong and heels on. Because the dress was a one-shoulder dress, I hadn’t worn a bra tonight.
When he walks out of the closet, he stops short, he eyes going black and a low growl rumbling in his chest. Never tak- ing my eyes off of him, I lift my neck and point to the center. “I believe this is where we left off earlier, Alpha.”
He begins prowling toward me, hunting me as I knew he would.

“You are s*xy as f*ck, standing there half-naked.” He growls through the mind link. I can feel his desire, feel his love for me and it’s only adding to my own for him.
“Do you like it?” I reply coyly in the mind link, leaving my neck exposed, I let my finger slide down my throat, to my chest and over my breast. The growling intensifies.
He reaches out his hands, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples that have already peaked into hard nubs. My body
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jerks in pleasure as I stand before him. His mouth starts at my throat, working his way down until he swirls his tongue around my nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.
“Mason.” I moan through the mind link. I don’t need to speak out loud now, he can hear my thoughts and I can hear his. The growling in his mind is only getting louder the longer he touches me, the vibrations from his chest tickling my other nipple.
My hand goes into his hair, tugging as his hand slides down my stomach and over the top of my panties between my thighs.
“Always so wet for me.” He says through the mind link.
“I can’t help it, my mate is a hot, s*xy man.” I reply as he pushes my panties aside and slides a finger inside me. Since he’s still bent over, sucking my nipple, I scratch my nails over his back, feeling his hair stand on end at the sensation.
He leans forward, grabbing my thighs and lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as his lips crash against mine. He walks me to the bed and sets me down, turning me around so I’m facing the bed while he stands behind me.
His body presses against mine, the heat of his skin against my bare back warming me. “Bend over.” He whispers in my
ear.
I do as he says, looking at him over my shoulder. His hands rub up my back, slowly, reverently, before sliding back down and over my a*s cheeks. He smacks my a*s.
“Spread your legs for me.”
I do as he asks, and he puts his hand on my lower back, gently pushing down, forcing my body into an arch. As he holds me there, he slides his finger between my a*s cheeks until he gets to the soaked area of my panties again. He push- es the thong aside, this time sliding two fingers inside me.
The feeling is different than the other times and my back begins to arch on its own, wanting to take his fingers deeper. The hand on my back comes around and begins rubbing cir- cles on my c*it.
I fist the blanket on the bed, trying to stay quiet, but he feels so good and he’s quickly bringing me to my peak. When he slides the third finger in, it pushes me over the edge, and I pull the blanket up to my face as I scream my release.
My inner walls are still contracting, my body shivering when he pulls his fingers out and holding my panties aside, he slides his long hard length inside me.
When my body continues contracting around him, he growls his pleasure before grabbing my hips and thrusting hard and fast inside me. Almost instantly, I feel the pleasure beginning to build. My body arching hard wanting to take him even deeper.
“Again.” He growls, increasing his pace, making me whim- per as my body takes the pleasure he’s giving me. This time when I explode, I see stars, my entire body contracting with the force of my or*asm and my p*ssy walls contracting hard around his length.
As I come down, he slows his thrusts. “I need to know if you want my knot, Jara.”
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I look at him over my shoulder again. “Yes.” I say, pushing
back against him.
He pulls out of me, and I whimper from the loss.