Claimed by the Wolfe men.

Bella’s POV

His hands gripped her soft plum breasts as he fiddled with them delicately, when he touched her nipples, her breath hitched, like she was on the verge of collapsing under his touch.

“Damon please,” she pleaded desperately as he slowly rubbed her clit in circular motion, as her body betrayed her. He moved slowly, never breaking eye contact as he kissed her ears, slowly down to her neck, then his finger followed as they made way to her opening. She groaned as her hips moved back and forth instinctively.

“Fuck Damon! I want you already." She said raspily, merely above a whisper.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do” he replied as he grinned at her. “I decide what to give to you, and when I want to. “He concluded as his lips went back to her nipples, sucking it harder which made her moan loudly, her fingers went into his hair, tugging it roughly as his mouth trailed down her stomach and settled just below her opening.

Why was this stupid audiobook doing things to me it had absolutely no business doing? I muttered to myself, as every word he said made my skin feel hot, like I was the one being unraveled under his touch.

Giving her one good slow lick, she tilted her head backward. “Fuck Damon” she gasped, as her breath stuttered and heat coiled low in her stomach.

I shoved my palm over my mouth before the noise I made could escape. This is ridiculous. I shouldn’t be reacting like this, I shouldn’t even be imagining things like this. I was about to flood my bed with my juices when I quickly yanked off my headphones just in time to hear my mom.

“Bella! You’re going to be late! Come down immediately!” my mother’s voice screeched from downstairs.

I flinched so hard I almost threw my phone across the room. “Holy Shit,” I muttered, doing the sign of the cross like that would somehow erase what I had just listened to. “These audiobooks will be the end of me.”

My cheeks were flaming red and my entire body felt like I’d just been caught doing something illegal. I pushed myself off the bed and forced myself to breathe like a normal, composed human being. Today was my high school graduation, and I was supposed to look calm and elegant, not like someone who’d just been seduced by a man in a fictional novel named Damon.

I quickly got dressed, as I slipped into the dress Tania insisted I wore. It was a short champagne-colored gown with thin straps and a neckline that made me feel beautiful and naked at the same time. I grabbed my small Chanel bag, applied my lipstick, adjusted the dress again, then stared at myself in the mirror. “You’re fine,” I whispered. “You’re a totally normal adult, and not a hormonal disaster.” I kept saying to myself, although I knew that was a lie.

I headed downstairs