Forever Claimed

Chapter Eight

When the manor came into view, Kamryn started to get nervous. She didn't know if she could do this. Being at the manor brought back bad memories of Algar turning into that . . . creature. Now that she'd had a few days to think about it, Kamryn hadn't been too bothered with Algar shifting into a wolf. A wolf was somewhat normal.

His werewolf form had scared her the most. It still gave her the willies just thinking about it.

Brand parked the car and turned to her. "I can smell your fear. Algar would never hurt you."

Kamryn took a shuddering breath. "I don't know if I can do this. You guys may be used to it, but your werewolf forms scare the hell out of me."

"It shouldn't. We're still us. If you were ever attacked by a werewolf sired by Fenris, you would be happy to have one of us defending you. It only takes one bite to turn a mortal into one of them."

She swallowed. That had been a lot of words for Brand. "I don't know if I'm ready to hear that."

"The time to hide is over. It's time to accept your fate."

Brand got of the car and walked around to help her out. She had to take deep, cleansing breaths to stop herself from hyperventilating. Brand didn't seem to notice. He pulled her by her arm ever closer to the front door of the manor. Once he had them through it, he slammed the door shut.

Dolf hurried out into the foyer. When he saw her with Brand, he whistled low.

"Bloody hell, you did it. You forced Kamryn to come with you. Raed may not be too pleased about this."

"It needed to be done. Where's Algar?"

"I doubt you'll have to go looking for him," Dolf said. "Once he catches a whiff of her scent he'll come running."

Sure enough, Kamryn heard the sound of heavy footfalls coming from the upper level. Algar appeared at the top of the stairs and his gaze latched onto her. The sight of him made her heart beat faster. Kamryn had had no idea how much she'd missed him until she saw him again. When he started down the stairs, she ran her gaze over him.

She made note of the dark circles under his eyes. He looked as if he hadn't slept in a week. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Algar crossed the foyer in two long strides. He moved in front of her and stared while he clenched and unclenched his hands at his sides.

Brand let go of her and shifted a little away the same time Dolf did. "She has the start of Tiw's mark. She's yours. Fix the problem."

Algar said nothing. He scooped her up in his arms and took the stairs back up two at a time. He didn't put her down until he had them in his bedroom with the door locked.

Kamryn swallowed when he stared down at her. His eyes had changed. They no longer looked normal. The hazel irises had taken over most of the white of his eyes.

Algar did nothing to hide them from her. He met her gaze, holding it, as if daring her to look away. She couldn't. Being this close to him again, smelling his musky scent, Kamryn wanted nothing more than to have Algar hold her.

Looking at him, she could see their separation had been harder on him than it had been on her. Lines of stress bracketed his mouth and the corners of his eyes. Even his face looked thinner, as if he'd lost some weight since the last time she'd seen him. He looked to be a man who had suffered . . . who was still suffering. She swallowed again.

She'd done that to him. While she hid like a coward in her hotel room, he'd obviously been going through hell.

She didn't understand what it meant to be mated to a werewolf, but a part of her longed to be with him. All week she'd been trying to convince herself she could turn her back on Algar, get on a plane, and leave him behind. She would go back to the States and forget him along with everything they had done together. She'd been kidding herself. She couldn't walk away from this werewolf, this man. Not now, not ever. Yes, she had some fear when it came to his werewolf form, but it didn't make Algar the animal she'd called him. An animal wouldn't be standing in front of her with such hope and longing shining in his eyes. All she could think about was taking away his pain.

Kamryn cleared her throat. "You look like crap." Algar flinched, but he didn't say anything. She tried again. "I was an idiot. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I'm sorry." He continued to stare. When the silence became too much, she said, "Algar, say something. Please."

"Show me," he said.

"Show you what?"

In answer, he lifted a hand, tipped with claws, and used one to rip her shirt open from the collar to the hem. Algar parted the material and pushed the ruined top down her arms so it landed on the floor. He then spun her around, unhooked her bra and stripped it off her.

She kept still when claw-tipped fingers ran gently up the length of her arms.

They stopped at the top of her shoulders and held on. She sucked in a sharp breath when Algar kissed the mark on her back with reverence.

Once he'd kissed every inch of the mark, he put his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his hard body. He moved her hair to the side and continued to kiss the side of her neck. Goosebumps broke out over skin.

"Don't run from me again, Kamryn," he said in a husky voice. "I don't think I could survive it. I've felt as if a piece of me was missing."

She relaxed against him, his words causing her to melt. "I won't run."

He lifted his hands from her waist and covered her breasts. He plucked at her nipples until they went taut. Her pussy clenched and wetness started to pool. Algar rocked his hips against her, letting her feel how hard his cock had gone. She lifted her arms to wrap them around the back of his neck and bent her head to the side to give his lips better access.

Algar continued to play with her breasts. He licked and kissed a path to her earlobe and gently bit it. "I want you, Kamryn. I've done nothing but ache for you."

Her body on fire, she moved restlessly against him. "I need to feel you inside me."

With a low growl, he shifted his hands to the top of her jeans. He undid them quickly and shucked them down her legs. She kicked them away. Her panties, he carefully tugged off. When she kicked those away as well, she looked down her body to watch Algar's clawed hands skim up her sides, across her ribs and slowly move lower to her stomach. When he moved even lower and dropped one hand between her legs, she moaned. He parted her folds and found her clit, circling it with one finger until her juices leaked from her pussy.

Releasing a sound between a growl and a moan, Algar moved to yank off his shirt. She whimpered when he pulled his hand away. He turned her face toward him and took her mouth in a searing kiss while he rid himself of his jeans. Kamryn buried her fingers into his hair at his nape and rocked back against his straining erection. All her fears of him melted away as the urgency to feel him inside her body took over.

Algar sucked her tongue into his mouth, twining his with it, and once again, fondled her between her legs. In a careful manner, so as not to scratch her sensitive skin with his claws, he played with her clit. Arousal beat at her. She was more than ready to take him.

Pulling away from his mouth, she moaned, "Now, Algar. I have to have you inside me."

"Yes."

Instead of moving to the bed, he spread her legs, gripped her hips, and surged into her from behind. He practically lifted her off her feet when he pulled back and then pushed up inside her again. Kamryn kept her arms locked at the back of his neck while he thrust in and out. His cock filled her, deliciously stretching her with each hard stroke.

The sound of their harsh breathing filled the room, along with the slap of their bodies meeting. Kamryn squeezed her inner walls around Algar's shaft, wringing a groan out of him. He continued to thrust into her pussy as he reached around her and stroked her clit. Her body coiled tighter, her orgasm inching ever closer.

"Come for me, Kamryn," he panted into her ear. "I need to feel your pussy milking my cock. I can't hold back much longer."

His words, and the way he continued to stimulate her clit, were enough to send her into climax. Whimpering and moaning while intense pleasure ripped through her, Algar's cock hardened even more as her inner walls fisted his shaft.

Once her orgasm ended, he brought them both down onto their knees on the carpeted floor. He pushed between her shoulders until he had her on her hands. Taking a firm grasp of her hips again, he pumped into her with long, hard strokes. Kamryn rocked back, meeting his thrusts. Another orgasm started to build.

Algar pumped his hips faster. "You feel so good," he ground out. "I'm going to come."

With a strangled moan, he surged into her one final time and his cock pulsed deep inside her. Kamryn cried out, thrown into a second orgasm. While her pussy clutched, Algar's cock swelled, locking them together. He took them to their sides on the floor and held her flush against his chest. She fought to catch her breath.

When she could breath evenly again, she said, "I'm sorry I ran from you, Algar."

She followed her words with a moan when she felt another jet of cum.

Algar kissed the mark on the back of her shoulder. "I'm just glad you decided to come back to me. I thought I lost you."

Kamryn bit her bottom lip. "Thank Brand for that. He was the one who decided to interfere and came to get me."

"What do you mean by 'interfere'?"

"He kind of took matters into his own hands."

Algar growled into her ear. "Did he hurt you?"

"No. No, he didn't hurt me," she reassured him. "He told me I had to put you out of your misery, and if I wasn't willing to do it, he wouldn't be taking no for an answer.

For a guy who doesn't talk much, he can be very convincing when he wants to be."

Algar relaxed against her and chuckled. "Brand is one of a kind. I guess I'm going to owe him one." He nipped gently at the top of her shoulder where it met her neck.

"And you did put me out of my misery." Then in a serious voice, he said, "If you stay, you know what I'll want from you."

She nodded. "I know. You want me to be your mate."

"Can you handle being a mate to a werewolf? There are going to be times when you'll have to see me in my werewolf form. It's a part of who I am."

Algar's cock had softened enough for her to pull away and turn so she faced him.

"I'm not going to lie and say seeing you in that form doesn't scare the hell out of me. But maybe if we get me used to it a little bit at a time, I could get over my fear."

"And my wolf?"

She smiled. "That form I can handle. Your wolf looks close enough to a dog that it doesn't bother me."

He gently slapped her ass. "I'm no dog."

Algar pushed her away and his body started to blur while he took on his wolf form. This time, Kamryn was able to keep it together. She sat up and reached out a hand to stroke the top of the wolf's head. He turned it to the side to give her better access to scratch behind his ear.

She chuckled. "You may not be a dog, but you liked being petted like one."

Kamryn couldn't hold back a burst of laughter when Algar moved his head to give her a wolfy look that said he wasn't impressed. He then turned and leapt up onto the bed.

He softly barked and settled down on the mattress.

Kamryn stood and joined him on the bed. She ran her hand through the soft fur along his back. Algar's tail wagged back and forth while she continued to pet him. He may be a wolf, but he liked being petted. She decided to keep that comment to herself.

After she petted him a few more times, she said, "I like stroking you in this form, but I think I would enjoy it more if you were a man. In human form, you have some interesting body parts I wouldn't mind getting my hands on."

From one heartbeat to the next, Algar was back in his human form and had pinned her onto her back on the bed. "You were saying?"

Kamryn sighed when the head of Algar's hardening cock brushed up against her slick entrance. "Maybe I can fondle you later since you have one of those interesting body parts just where I like it best."

Reaching between them, Algar fisted his cock and led it to her pussy. He kept his hand wrapped around his shaft while he thrust, giving her only the head. "You can pet any part of me whenever you want."

"Hmm, I'll be taking you up on that offer very soon."

Algar took his hand away and sheathed himself to the hilt inside her. She put her legs around his waist and dug her heels into his ass to get him to move. He complied by rearing back then thrusting inside with a hard stroke. He kept up the slow, hard pace until he had her moaning and lifting her hips to meet his.

When their climaxes hit at the same time, Kamryn let herself get swept away on the tide of pleasure. Algar threw back his head and groaned as his cock emptied deep inside her. After he collapsed on top of her, she put her arms around him and held him tight, luxuriating in the feel of his much greater weight pushing her deeper into the mattress.

Locked to Algar once again, her eyes grew heavy and drifted shut. Now back with him, no longer feeling as if she had to avoid him, the nights of restless sleep all of the sudden weighed heavy on her. Algar and she had much to talk about, but there would be plenty of opportunity later. Much later. She snuggled closer when he rolled to his back, allowing her to sprawl on top of him. Content, feeling as if all was right in her world again, Kamryn let sleep take her.