Chapter 195: Claimed

Liam let her rest against his chest for only a few minutes.Vanessa’s breathing was still uneven, her body limp and trembling on top of him.

His cock remained buried inside her, hard and thick, every residual flutter of her oversensitive walls pulling a low pulse of heat through him.

Cum and her own release slicked the place where their bodies met. When he finally moved, it was without warning.

He rolled them.

Vanessa’s back hit the mattress. A weak, startled sound left her throat as he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and drove back into her in a single deep thrust.

Her cry was hoarse, almost broken. She was so wet now slick with her own release and the thick load he had already left inside her that the stretch was smoother, but no less overwhelming.

Her walls fluttered and clenched around him in weak, oversensitive pulses. "Liam I can’t not again"

"You can."He set a brutal, steady pace.

Every thrust was deep and punishing, forcing the air from her lungs in short, broken gasps.

The angle let him sink further than before, the thick head of his cock pressing against the deepest part of her with every stroke.

Vanessa’s hands scrabbled at his shoulders, nails digging in. Her eyes were glassy, unfocused, already wet at the corners. Her full breasts bounced with the force of his hips.

"Look at me."

She forced her eyes open. They were wrecked pupils blown, lashes clumped, expression completely gone. A thin sheen of sweat covered her forehead and the tops of her breasts.

"This is the last one," Liam said, voice low and rough. "You’re going to take it. And when you come, you’re going to say my name."

Vanessa nodded frantically, beyond words.

He fucked her harder.

The wet, filthy sound of her cum-filled pussy taking him filled the room.

Every thrust pushed more of his earlier load out of her in creamy streaks that ran down over her ass and onto the sheets.

Her full tits bounced with the force. Liam reached up and slapped one hard, then the other, watching the flesh ripple and redden under his palm.

Vanessa cried out each time, her cunt clenching around him in reflexive pulses.

"You’re still so tight," he muttered. "Even after everything. This pussy was made to get ruined."

"Yes yes"

He rubbed rough, fast circles over her swollen clit while he pounded into her. Vanessa’s back arched. Her thighs started shaking almost immediately.

The overstimulation had her right on the edge again, body responding whether she thought she had anything left or not.

Her inner walls fluttered and gripped him in desperate little pulses, trying to milk him even as she trembled.

"Come," he ordered. "Now."

Vanessa shattered.

A raw, broken scream tore out of her as her pussy clamped down hard around his cock, spasming in violent pulses.

Clear fluid sprayed around his shaft and soaked the sheets beneath them in messy spurts.

Her whole body locked up, trembling so hard he had to hold her legs open to keep fucking her through it.

She came with his name on her lips hoarse, cracked, and completely unrestrained.

"Liam Liam!" He didn’t stop.

He fucked her straight through the orgasm, dragging it out until she was sobbing and twitching, oversensitive and limp.

Her moans had turned into weak, continuous whimpers. Only when her body went completely slack did he chase his own release.

He buried himself to the root with a final, deep thrust and came hard, flooding her already-messy cunt with another thick, heavy load.

He ground against her while he emptied himself, pulsing over and over, filling her until it leaked out around his cock in thick, creamy streaks that ran down over her ass and onto the ruined sheets.

For several long seconds he stayed locked against her, breathing hard, still twitching inside her.

The heat of her body, the wet mess between them, the faint trembling that still ran through her thighs all of it settled into a heavy, satisfied quiet.

Then he slowly pulled out.

A heavy mix of cum immediately poured from Vanessa’s gaping, well-used pussy and soaked the sheets in a filthy wet patch.

She lay completely limp beneath him thighs trembling, tits marked red from his hands, ass still faintly pink from earlier spanks, pussy red, puffy, and overflowing.

Her eyes were half-lidded, unfocused. A thin string of drool connected the corner of her mouth to the pillow. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, exhausted breaths.

She looked thoroughly, completely claimed.

Liam stretched out beside her and pulled her against his chest. Vanessa curled into him on instinct, leg hooking weakly over his, face pressed against his skin.

She was still trembling with aftershocks. Cum continued to leak slowly from between her thighs, smearing against his leg in warm, sticky streaks. Neither of them moved to clean it.

For a long time neither of them spoke.

The only sounds in the room were their slowing breaths and the faint drip of the mess they had made.

Outside, the villa continued as normal distant footsteps, the low hum of the security systems, the soft patter of rain beginning against the windows.

Inside, the air was thick with sex and the quiet weight of what had just happened.

Eventually Vanessa’s voice came, small and hoarse against his chest.

"...I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow."

Liam’s hand moved slowly up and down her back. "Good."

She let out a weak, exhausted breath that was almost a laugh. Her fingers curled lightly against his side, as if she needed the contact to stay grounded.

"You’re insane."

"And you took every inch."

Vanessa was quiet for a moment. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. Smaller. The sharp, careful edge she usually carried had been stripped away, leaving something raw and honest underneath.

"I meant what I said earlier. About not stopping you. About wanting it." She exhaled, the warmth of her breath spreading across his skin. "I just didn’t think it would feel like... this."

"Like what?"

"Like I don’t get to pretend anymore."

Liam didn’t answer right away. He simply held her tighter, one hand resting on the curve of her hip, feeling the residual heat of her body against his.

Vanessa’s breathing slowly evened out. The sharp, careful woman who had spent weeks avoiding his eyes was gone at least for tonight.

What remained was soft, marked, and thoroughly claimed. Her body had accepted it even if her mind was still catching up.

He thought about the version of her that had stood near the tree line days earlier, posture tight, eyes carefully averted.

The version that had frozen in the doorway the night she walked in on him with Renee. That woman was still in there somewhere, but she had been quieted.

Replaced, for now, by the one currently curled against his chest with his cum still leaking down her thighs.

Renee.

Victoria.

Jessica.

Vanessa.

Four.

The Multi Claim was no longer a future possibility.

It was next.

Liam stared at the ceiling, listening to Vanessa’s breathing settle into something closer to sleep against his chest.

Outside, the rain thickened against the windows, soft and steady. The house was quiet. The board was expanding.

Cole remained unclaimed. Veronica was still watching from a distance. The external threats had not disappeared only gone quiet enough to ignore for one night.

But none of that required his attention in this exact moment.Only the warm weight of the woman against him.

Only the quiet.

Vanessa murmured something wordless against his skin and pressed closer, even in half-sleep. Her leg slid higher over his.

The sticky evidence of what they had done continued to dry between them. Neither of them had moved to clean it. There would be time for that later.

For tonight, the claim was finished.Liam closed his eyes. Vanessa was his.

The rest would follow.