Chapter 128 Claimed

Chapter 128 Claimed
Logan POV.

We attempt to exit with dignity. Maintain some composure.

We fail.

Cassandra calls out. Grinning widely: "Don't worry about us! We'll continue celebrating without you!"

Garrick adds with a knowing smirk: "Take your time! All night if you need!"

Laughter and knowing looks follow us as we practically run from the hall.

The moment we're in the corridor, I press Rune against the wall. Kiss her desperately. She responds with equal hunger. Hands fist in my shirt. Pull me closer.

"Chambers. Need privacy. Need you naked."

"Can't wait." Rune gasps. But doesn't stop kissing me. Bites my lower lip hard enough to sting.

We stagger through corridors. Stop every few steps to kiss. Touch. Grind against each other.

My hand slides under her dress. Grips her bare thigh. She moans into my mouth.

"Chambers. Now. Or I'll take you right here in this corridor."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." She gasps. But starts moving again.

Finally we reach our chambers. I kick the door shut. Have her pressed against it in one motion. Kiss her like I'm starving for it.

Because I am.

We're tearing at each other's clothes. Her dress—beautiful, expensive—rips as I yank it over her head. The sound of fabric tearing.

She's working at my pants with shaking hands. "Off. Get them off."

I help her. Kick free of everything. We're both naked now. Skin to skin finally.

"Bed. Need you on the bed."

"Need you inside me. Don't care where."

I lift her. She wraps her legs around my waist immediately. Carry her to the bed. We fall onto it together.

I enter her in one brutal thrust. She screams. Pleasure and relief and finally.

"Yes!" She cries. Nails rake down my back hard enough to draw blood. "Yes, like that! Harder!"

I give her what she needs. Pound into her with desperate force. Weeks of training-induced tension and hours of dance-induced arousal releasing all at once.

The mate bond flares gold.

"All fucking night." I growl. Change angle to go deeper. "Wanted you all night during that dance. Feeling you against me. Everyone watching. Everyone knowing."

"Had me all night." She gasps. Meets my thrusts. "Everyone watching. Everyone knowing what we'd do the moment we were alone."

The thought makes me thrust harder. The entire pack watching us move together. Seeing our desire. Knowing exactly what would happen.

"They knew. Knew we'd come straight here and fuck until we couldn't move."

"Good. Want them to know. Want everyone to know you're mine."

The possessiveness in her voice pushes me closer to edge. "Yours. Always yours. Only yours."

"Say it again." She demands. Clenches around me deliberately.

"Yours. Your mate. Your Alpha. Yours completely."

My hand slides between us. Finds her clit. Rubs tight circles while I pound into her.

The wall is cold against my back earlier. Now her body is hot beneath me.

"Logan—" She moans.

"That's it. Say my name. Let them hear who's making you feel this good."

My fingers work faster. My thrusts go deeper. The angle shifts and—

"Fuck!" She cries out.

"Found it." I hit that spot again. And again. And again.

"Come for me. Let them hear their Luna coming on their Alpha's cock."

She shatters with a scream. Body arches off the bed. Nails dig into my shoulders. Clenching rhythmically around me.

"Fuck, yes." I groan. Thrust three more times before following her over. Bury myself deep as I come.

We collapse together. Both shaking. Both gasping for breath.

"Not done." I manage after only moments. Already hardening again inside her.

"Good. Need more. Need all of you."

We make love again. Slower this time but no less intense. I take my time. Worship every inch of her body with my hands and mouth.

Then again. With her on top. Riding me while I watch her move above me.

Then again. From behind. Both of us kneeling. My hands everywhere.

Finally we're both too exhausted to continue. We collapse into the sheets. Bodies still pressed together. Neither willing to separate completely.

"That dance is basically public foreplay."

"Ancient tradition. Celebrating the mate bond through physical display."

"Celebrating dry-humping in front of everyone."

"That too."

We're quiet for a moment.

Then Rune says quietly: "Thirty-two days."

The number hangs between us.

"This might be our last peaceful night. Final countdown starts tomorrow. Training intensifies. Preparations accelerate. We won't have moments like this."

"I know." I pull her closer. Breathe in her scent. Jasmine and moonlight and home.

She shifts to look at me. Silver eyes serious in the dim light.

"If something goes wrong. If Viktor wins—"

"He won't."

"But if he does, I need you to know that these months with you have been worth everything. Every memory lost. Every sacrifice made. Every moment of fear. Worth it to have had this. To have had you."

I kiss her. Try to pour everything I feel into it.

"We're going to survive. We're going to win. And we're going to have decades together, not just months. I promise you—"

Urgent pounding on the door interrupts.

"Alpha!" Cassandra's voice. Tight with fear. "You need to come now!"