The Defiant Claim - The Claim: Book 2 [LGBTQ+]

Sam gasped as Mik drew up Sam’s knees and pressed his finger to his anus. A growl rumbled Mik’s chest as he pulled away from Sam’s mouth to suck on the tender flesh of his neck. His finger rubbed at the tight opening until it slipped inside. Sam’s breath hitched as he held tightly to Mik’s shoulders. It hurt. The intrusion wasn’t as smooth as when they were in the bath and Mik grunted before pulling away.

Reaching for the bottle of oil on the side table, he carefully applied a few drops to his finger before spreading it, coating it with a slippery surface before sliding it into Sam’s puckered lips.

Gasping at the intrusion, Sam held his breath as Mik lowered himself next to him and slowly eased his finger deeper. He paused when his finger was as deep as it would go to give Sam time to adjust as he returned to planting hot wet kisses on his neck.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Mik whispered.

Sam whimpered, not out of pain but one of pleasure as Mik slowly withdrew and pushed his finger back in. “Don’t… Don’t stop.”

A rumble from Mik had Sam writhing. His insides generated a burn, a yearning for more of the delicious friction. For something longer, thicker, harder.

“I-I want you,” Sam uttered in a breathy whisper. “Please. I want you inside.”

Kissing his lips, Mik drew away to lather his hardened length with oil. Mik’s heavy, heady musk surrounded him in a lustful haze as he watched with interest to the way Mik’s hand gripped himself, coating himself in the substance that would make their mating easier and more pleasurable. Saliva pooled his mouth. Fuck he was hot.

Mik watched him ogle him. “I’m done fucking around,” he told him. “This is only for you now. No one else will ever get to touch me. To feel me. To cum for me. Only you, Sam.”

A vibration from Sam’s chest percussed. Of wanting. Of possession. Mik was his and no one else’s.

Mik released a low growl of his own, voicing his want, need, and possession over Sam. A hungry grin played on his lips as he gave himself a final tug before positioning himself over Sam and pressing the head of his cock to Sam’s wanton opening.

“You’re mine,” Mik growled.

“All yours,” Sam reiterated, shivering in anticipation.

Mik clasped his lips, supporting his weight on one bent arm while the other rubbed his oiled head along Sam’s entrance, coating it with the slick substance while working the opening gently.

“Mine,” Mik repeated, pulling away from Sam’s lips to kiss his neck in hard, bruise-leaving kisses that made breathing difficult for Sam.

Sam’s muscles clenched, his body tensing when the head of Mik’s cock pushed into him. His breath caught in his throat as Mik stilled above him. Waiting. Listening. Feeling for a cue as Sam’s muscles slowly began to relax at the intrusion. As his muscles loosened up, Mik’s nose brushed lightly over Sam’s hot neck before placing gentle kisses. Waiting for Sam to signal him onward. There was no going back now.

Sam licked his lips. The discomfort slipping away and the need for more intensifying. “More.”

Mik’s hot breath exhaled on Sam’s neck as he eased himself deeper.

Sam squeezed his eyes shut. A whimper slipped out and Mik paused, his heartbeat pounding at a quickened pace in Sam’s ear.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to go slow,” his voice rumbled lowly in a deeper tone of primal desire. “I’m almost there.”

Sam wanted to feel him. All of him. But the pain was a surprise. He knew it would hurt but the reality was greater than he imagined.

Mik waited for Sam’s heartbeat and breathing to slow and his muscles to relax before pushing himself the remaining two inches in. Sam’s nails extended and bit into Mik’s shoulder, piercing into his hot flesh as another whimper escaped him. Mik was trembling. Sam could feel him fighting to keep still. The urge to pound into him reflected in his blackened eyes and clenched jaw.

The pain began to ebb and Sam unhooked his claws from Mik’s shoulders. Exhaling a shuddering breath, he looked up into Mik’s darkened eyes. “Kiss me.”

Easing himself flush against Sam, Mik clasped Sam’s lips with hunger. Sam could still feel his struggle, holding himself back, his muscles taut under Sam’s touch.

“You feel so fucking good,” Mik growled before kissing Sam harder. His hunger and need washing over Sam.

Sam kissed him back, his pain subsiding before Mik eased himself halfway out and pushing himself back in with a vibration in his chest while Sam whimpered, clinging to him as his muscles tightened in pain again. Mik spared him a minute to adjust and allow the pain to subside before easing himself out and pushing himself back in again. Groaning with pleasure as he feasted on Sam’s lips.

The pain was starting to pass and be replaced with discomfort with Mik’s next two slow movements, his body quivering with exertion.

Soon the discomfort passed and Sam found himself moving and responding to Mik’s gentle movements. Panting, Mik pulled again from Sam’s lips to kiss his neck and suck hungrily on the tender flesh between sharp canines.

Rumbles of pleasure reverberated from Mik, the sound of it pleasing Sam’s ears and drawing an ache from within to build.

Mik’s pace began to pick up and with it, Sam’s pleasure, feeling the fullness of him sliding within and generating friction that gradually built up to ecstasy. He was panting from excitement, unable to get enough air into his lungs as sweat glistened against Mik’s skin. Reverberations from Mik’s chest turned to grunts as he thrust himself harder and deeper, bringing Sam to the brink. Sensations built up within making Sam gasp and gnash his teeth, his canines down, ready to bite as Mik filled him to the brim and spilling over.

Mik launched himself at the crook of Sam’s neck with a snarl as he burst within him. At the same time, Sam cried out and clamped his teeth into Mik’s shoulder. Spasms rocked their bodies as they held each other, nostrils flaring and chests rumbling with a purr of satisfaction, pleasure, and possession.

Sam unlocked his jaw first to bathe his claim with his tongue to seal it up before Mik’s memories drifted in. Mik growled, holding himself longer before prying himself away to lick his claim.

They held each other as their memories played in their minds, the first set of tears stinging behind their eyes.

Mik’s earliest memories were fuzzy and dark. A picture of a faceless woman with long blond hair wearing a sky blue dress. His mother?

Visions of empty alcohol bottles everywhere—littering the floor, lining the walls, covering every surface with flies buzzing around. His father passed out on the couch, snoring. Visions of his father, red-faced and yelling, beatings broken up by classroom scenes.

Then his father grabbing him out of bed at the crack of dawn and running, dragging him away as he cried out for his blanket before being thrown in a vehicle. Driving until they ran out of gas. His father dragging him by the sleeve of his jacket in wolf form through the wilderness. Snarling and snapping at him when he cried for food and rest.

Mik held him, brushing his fingers down Sam’s back as he shivered with Mik when he nearly froze to death, sick with pneumonia—merely a boy trapped in a snowy environment with no wolf to protect him. The daily struggle to survive. Loneliness so fierce that Sam could hardly breathe.

A woman and her teenage daughter appeared. Feelings of love bloomed, followed by making love with the young female. Having sex in secret when their parents disappeared. Mik loved this female. Even though she tormented him in cruel ways, she never hit him and he felt he deserved it because, in his mind, he wasn’t lovable.

Heartbreak crippled Mik when the pretty young female left Mik’s side to join another male at the edge of a territory. Sam cried profusely. Even though the female taunted and teased Mik, he loved her. Made him feel loved even though it was only for sex. Loneliness was suffocating and he cried himself to sleep many nights.

Visions of traveling long distances with the older female dragging her feet in despair before she turned away and ran off a cliff.

In Mik’s grief over the younger female, he took the beatings his father dealt. Enraged, hateful words spewed from his mouth, blaming Mik for everything that had gone wrong.

Then something snapped in his father. Life shifted to one of discipline and focus, training to the brink of collapsing. Filling his head with hate for Alpha Noodin and his mate, who were the source of their hardship and destruction of their lives. This shift in focus filled Mik with a sense of purpose and new respect as his father’s rage was no longer targeted at him but at their enemy—the real culprit behind it all.

Then his father disappeared and Mik was on the move, alone, until females cropped up. Sam’s stomach churned with dozens of female faces and heaving breasts flashing in his mind. Sex. Sex. Sex. So much sex that Sam doubled over with the urge to vomit.

“I’m sorry,” Mik whispered. The tears in his eyes glistened as he witnessed Sam’s reaction to his memories while watching Sam’s, his face twisted in pain.

Collecting rogues to build his army and launching his attack—only to come across Sam and be filled by disgust.

His take-down by Cameron and his waking up in the infirmary with Sam tending to his every need. Sam felt his disgust rise up in the back of his throat and the urge to vomit out all the evil that consumed his mind, heart, and soul. The all-consuming rage and hatred burned within him every time Alpha flashed in his mind. The moments of confusion and peace with Sam that turned his stomach, conflicting his emotions that he pushed down to pursue the female at the gym that would help him achieve his goal.

Sam whimpered at Mik’s betrayal, causing Mik to kiss his forehead and apologize again.

Then the fall. How hard reality had struck him. Realizing everything he had and almost lost. The lashings Alpha dealt as punishment. The isolation and infection in the cells before being taken out and placed next to Sam. The heavy burden of guilt at what he caused. Watching Sam’s recovery and trying to take care of him. Trying to speak to him and breaking down in shame. Trying to touch him without feeling disgusted or flinch at the spark of their bond. Reading to him. Opening up to him and trying to change. Realizing everything that Sam had given him had been beautiful and not disgusting. Holding onto hope that Sam would awaken and forgive him.

Sam waking up and rejecting him. Back in the cells in despair but understanding that he deserved it. That he didn’t deserve a mate like Sam or anything good and beautiful.

Sam giving him another chance and holding onto hope. Vowing to be different. Trying to be everything Sam wanted and needed to the best of his ability.

Sam felt Mik’s love and devotion build. Felt his frustration and guilt surface when he tried to be better in everything he did for Sam.

The birthday party and everything that followed up to the present with Mik’s love and desire for Sam growing, and struggling to find himself and his place in a world that felt hostile against him.

The memories came to an end and Sam had no strength. Both physically, mentally, and emotionally exhausted, he held Mik tightly as Mik rubbed his back.

“Was my life that bad?” Mik asked in a whisper.

“Horrible.” Sam shuddered. “It explains everything though.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

Mik swallowed. “For how I treated you in the beginning.”

“I understand it. But I know you don’t feel that way now. I know you’re on the right path. You were so lost and lonely for so long…” Sam’s throat closed up as fresh tears gathered in his eyes. Thinking about everything Mik had been through, it was no wonder he behaved the way he did. He suffered more than Sam had ever imagined.

Mik kisses his forehead. “Now I have you. I have no reason to go back to that life. Never again when I have this.”

Mik kissed his lips tenderly and Sam kissed him back.