Chapter 33: My Girl

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Get a glimpse of "Claimed by the Alpha and the Vampire Prince: Masquerading as a Man" Chapter 33: Chapter 33: My Girl Blaze’s POV I came back just as she was showering—her front to me,... Continue the adventure now!

Chapter 33: My Girl Blaze’s POV I came back just as she was showering—her front to me, eyes closed, completely unaware of my presence. Fuck. She was every inch a girl. And fuck, was she beautiful. The water streamed down her curves, highlighting the perfect swell of her breasts, the smoothness of her skin. She was delicate—but not weak. Her body was built for me, made to be taken, marked, owned. A deep hunger clawed at my insides, my restraint dangling by a thread. Then—she opened her eyes. We locked gazes. And in an instant, her entire body tensed. Panic. Shame. Fear. Cute. She scrambled, arms crossing over herself, trying to hide her nudity. As if she could hide from me. I smirked, holding out the toothbrush. "Brush. Now." Her eyes flickered to the clothes I had brought, desperate to cover herself, but before she could even move— I was there. Too fast. Too close. I snatched the clothes before she could reach them, holding them just out of her grasp. Her breath hitched, and she instinctively backed away, her wet skin pressed against the cold tiles. "Who told you," I murmured, voice dark, possessive, "that you could get dressed?" She swallowed hard. I took a slow step forward. "Brush your teeth." She hesitated, her wide eyes flicking between the toothbrush in my hand and the bundle of clothes now held hostage in my grasp. She wanted to run. I could see it in the way her fingers twitched, the way her bare shoulders trembled under the cold water. But there was nowhere to go. She belonged to me. I stepped closer, pressing the toothbrush against her trembling lips. "Open your mouth, pretty girl." Her throat bobbed, her breath shaky. "Blaze—" I didn’t like how she said my name. Weak. Unsure. She was still thinking, still believing she had choices. I cupped her chin roughly, forcing her to meet my eyes. "You think I want to taste him when I kiss you?" I snarled. "You let that mutt use your mouth—now you’re going to clean it. Do it." A whimper escaped her lips. But slowly, reluctantly, she parted them. Good girl. She took the toothbrush from my hand with shaking fingers and shoved it into her mouth, scrubbing frantically, as if she could erase Reed from her tongue. I watched her, arms crossed, my gaze locked onto her every movement. She was beautiful even like this. Wet, vulnerable, desperate to obey. But it still wasn’t enough. "Again," I ordered. She gasped slightly, staring at me with pleading eyes, but I didn’t budge. The moment she spat out the last traces of foam and rinse he mouth, I couldn’t stop myself. My lips were on hers. Fuck. Soft. I had imagined this before—how it would feel to claim that mouth, to take what was mine. But reality? Reality was so much sweeter. Her lips parted in shock, but I didn’t give her time to breathe. My hand tangled in her wet hair, tilting her face up as I devoured her, pressing in deep, claiming her breath, her taste, her very existence. She let out a muffled whimper against me, her fingers pressing against my chest as if to push me away—as if she still had a choice. She didn’t. I licked into her mouth, tasting the faint traces of mint from the toothpaste—good. Now I didn’t have to think of that mutt. My other hand traced down, brushing against the damp curve of her waist. She fit against me perfectly. Every inch of her—every soft, hidden secret she had concealed—was mine to explore now. My body pressed flush against hers, heat curling low in my stomach as I deepened the kiss, swallowing every sound she made. She felt too good. Too perfect. How the fuck had she kept this from me? How had I not known she was a girl? I pulled back just enough to stare at her, my breath ragged, my lips wet from her taste. "You—" I started, but the words died on my tongue. I was fucking fascinated. She was a girl. My girl. And fuck, she was so beautiful, trembling in my grasp, eyes blown wide with fear and something else—something new. I wanted to ruin her. And I wasn’t going to stop until I did. I didn’t think. Didn’t want to. I shed my shirt in a single motion, the fabric hitting the wet floor with a dull thud. Skin. I needed to feel her skin. I pressed against her, her soft warmth molding against me, the contrast making my head spin. Fuck. Her breasts. They were crushed against my chest, bare and perfect, her skin slick with water, heat radiating between us. I groaned, my fingers gripping her waist, sliding up her ribs—so fucking delicate. So fucking mine. She sucked in a sharp breath, her fingers twitching as if she wanted to push me away but couldn’t. "Blaze..." her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with something fragile. Too late. I needed her. My mouth was on her neck before she could finish whatever protest she was about to make, tongue tracing the delicate line of her pulse. She shivered—fuck, that reaction. My grip tightened. I wanted more. I wanted everything. I bit down, not to drink from her, but to claim. Her gasp was sharp, her body tensing beneath me. My fangs pressed against her skin—not enough to pierce deep, just enough to leave a mark. To make her feel it. I nibbled along the sensitive curve of her neck, teasing, tasting. My tongue flicked over the bite before I sucked gently, just enough to release a trickle of my saliva into her bloodstream. A vampire’s bite was powerful, and I knew exactly what I was doing. My venom wasn’t to hurt—it was to ignite. Her breath hitched. Her pulse stuttered beneath my lips, and then... I felt it. The reaction was immediate. Her body shivered, heat blooming under my touch. She probably didn’t even understand it yet, the way her nerves were firing off, her body betraying her. A flush crawled up her chest, her thighs shifting ever so slightly. Fuck. I smirked against her skin, my grip tightening on her waist. She felt it now. "You feel that, don’t you?" I murmured, dragging my lips to her ear. My breath was fire against her damp skin. She didn’t answer, but her body did. Good. I was going to ruin her. I captured her lips again, and this time... she responded. A slow, uncertain movement at first, but I felt it—the way her body yielded, the way her lips parted just enough for me to deepen the kiss. Fuck. I slid my tongue against hers, tasting her, owning her, swallowing the tiny gasp she let out. She was intoxicating. My fingers dug into her waist, pulling her against me. Her bare skin was soft—so fucking soft—pressed flush against my chest. Every inch of her was fire, and I wanted more. I needed more. She shivered under my touch, her breath hitching when I gripped her thigh, lifting it slightly against my hip. Her reactions only fueled me, made me want to push further, to make her forget everything—everyone—except me. I pulled back, just enough to watch her, to see the dazed look in her eyes. "That’s it," I whispered against her lips, my voice thick with possession. "You’re mine." I grabbed her ass, squeezing the soft flesh before bringing my palm down in a sharp smack. She jolted at the impact, a quiet gasp slipping past her lips. Fuck, that sound. Before she could react, I spun her around, pressing her back against my chest. Her ass fit perfectly against my throbbing cock, the friction making my breath hitch. My hands moved instinctively, sliding up her sides before cupping her chest, fingers kneading, feeling. Perfect. Fucking perfect. I ground against her, my grip tightening. "You feel so fucking good," I muttered, voice rough with need. Damn, I wanted her. Wanted to tear off whatever was left between us and take her, make her mine in every way. She tensed in my hold, but that only made me want her more. "Pet," I murmured against her ear, my teeth grazing her skin. "You’re driving me fucking insane."

Chapter 33: My Girl

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