Claimed by Drago Wolf by Ana Calin

Author:Ana Calin [Calin, Ana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal romance, shifter romance, shifters, werewolves
Publisher: Ana Calin
Published: 2019-05-18T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER VI

Arianna

Drago Wolf, the magnificent beast that my friends arranged to entertain me for my birthday, is now in my bedroom. My heart pounds as I watch him pace in the shadows of my room, his hand sliding over the chest of drawers, the door to the dressing room, and the small round coffee table in the corner alcove.

“This is your reading spot,” he concludes, picking up a self-help book from the small pile.

“My favorite place in the house.”

He looks me up and down. “Speaking of home and cozy corners. You’re pretty well dressed up for a girls’ night at your place.”

“You sound like a jealous lover demanding an explanation.”

“I am a jealous lover demanding an explanation.” He walks over to me. The power I feel radiating from his body holds me in place, unable to move until he’s inches away from me.

“Last time I checked I was single.”

“Last time I checked you were tied to a bed frame, your pussy overflowing for me.”

“Drago!” I turn swiftly, my cheeks burning, but he grips my shoulders from behind and pulls me back against his chest. Oh, God, the feel of those muscles against my back, the open sides of his leather jacket brushing my naked arms, his scent of musk all around me. Is it even normal, feeling so taken with a man? This is starting to feel like a sickness, like an addiction.

“Silk dress, the color of cream,” he moans in my ear. “The fabric flowing like a river over your beautiful tits and ass.” His hands slide over my belly, gliding up to my tits and cupping hard. We both hiss, my back arching to push my chest into his touch, his cock pushing against my butt.

My eyes roll of their own accord as I lose myself to his kneading and his grinding into my buttocks.

“When I saw your ex coming out of your house—” His voice is grittier, his grinding harder, his grip on me more possessive. “And you dressed like this, I had no doubt you must have invited him over. It’s why I barged in like that.” He guides me slowly to the tall mirror across from the bed.

“Look at you,” he hisses. “Every sleazy bastard’s wet dream. Who wouldn’t want their hands on you, their filthy mouths sucking these nipples.” He pinches them only lightly, but enough to make me jump. “Did you invite him here, Arianna?”

“No.”

“Then why so dressed up, huh? I thought girls’ nights were all about teddy bear pajamas, girl movies and peanut butter.”

“Pajama parties are for girls. Women try on clothes and drink wine.”

He grins in the mirror. His interrogation may be infuriating, but the way he stakes his claim on me is rather flattering. I have never felt so desired before, let alone by such an incredible stud that can have any woman he wants.

“I’m only going to say this once, Drago—I didn’t invite Sullivan over, and I didn’t dress up for him. I was raised aristocrat. My governesses had me dress up just to lounge around the house because, they said, ‘you never know who might call’.

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