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.

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

up to tug on

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

of his hand against my clit as he slides two f*ingers

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

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

a passionate k*iss. I wrap my arms around

pull apart, we finish rinsing off and then get our clothes.

are mine,” he says, pocketing my p*anties

dress, and I 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

my shoes and we sneak

to the top of the stairwell at my floor, taking my face and pulling me in for one more scorching k*iss. “I’ll see

blows me a k*iss and

attention, thinking of the

been all night?” My father’s angry voice rips

against the hallway beside our door. “What are you doing

you to come back all night. Do you want to explain to me why my daughter is coming in at daybreak looking like she just spent the night in bed

nose into the air. “You reek of

I need to remind you

mate,” I say