CLAIMED - Fated to Two-Chapter 50: The Shift

TORRIN’S POV:

The moment her clothes fall away beneath my hands, something inside me finally snaps into place.

Not memory, but something deeper.

Harleigh’s warmth beneath me is familiar in a way my mind can’t explain, but my body understands instantly. My wolf hums with relief and recognition, as if he’s been waiting for this exact moment to breathe again.

I press my forehead against hers, our breaths tangled, my hands braced beside her as I steady myself.

She looks at me like she’s afraid I’ll disappear if she blinks.

"I’m here," I murmur, though I don’t know if I’m saying it for her or for myself.

When I kiss her again, it’s slower this time. Not desperate, yet intentional. I feel everything: the softness of her lips, the quiet sound she makes when I deepen the kiss, the way her fingers curl into my shoulders as if anchoring me in place. Every reaction she gives me feels earned and real.

I trail my mouth along her jaw and neck, breathing her in. Her scent settles something restless inside my chest. My wolf presses closer, urging and insisting, and for once I don’t fight him. I let him guide me, let instinct replace doubt.

My hand moves over Harleigh’s skin with care, memorizing her, as if my body is trying to store what my mind can’t yet keep. Each touch pulls something loose inside me: fragments of emotion, flashes of familiarity, echoes of something we once were.

I lower my mouth between her legs and let my tongue and lips do their work. Harleigh moans my name, her fingers tangling in my hair, urging me on. When I slide two fingers inside her, her moans grow louder, her grip tightening as her body reacts to me. I keep going until she begs for a moment to adjust.

But,...

When I don’t honor her plea, her plea dissolves into soft whispers born from pure, overwhelming pleasure.

I spread her legs wider, giving myself full access. In one swift movement, I thrust my throbbing length into her slick heat. My pace builds quickly, control slipping with every stroke. The bed rocks beneath us, creaking as our bodies move together. Our moans blend, filling the room. I stay close, forehead to forehead, holding her as much as touching her. I feel her breath stutter, and the connection between us tightens.

But then,...

In the middle of it, sharp knocks echo against the door, followed by Andrea’s anxious voice. "Torrin, can you open the door, please? I just wanna talk to you."

She obviously has an inkling of what’s going on. And she wants it to stop.

Harleigh tightens her hold on me, shaking her head, silently telling me to listen to nothing but my heart and my wolf.

So, I ignore the door. The more desperate Andrea sounds, the deeper and faster I thrust into Harleigh. Whether intentionally to make Andrea jealous or not, Harleigh’s moans grow louder, provoking me to move even faster and harder than I’m already doing

When release finally takes me, it hits without warning. I give in completely, spilling inside her without hesitation or apology. Pleasure consumes everything, drowning out all other sounds, including Andrea’s voice.

Moments later, as my body finally adjusts from the pleasure, my senses slowly return. And Andrea’s cry filters back into the room.

I’m torn between opening the door to end it or letting her leave with nothing but assumptions.

Then,...

Harleigh makes the decision for me. She slides down between my legs, wrapping her hands around my still-sensitive length.

I softly chuckle under my breath, eyes squeezing shut, acknowledging that she doesn’t want my attention anywhere else.

When she takes me into her mouth, I groan, my control unraveling again. Her movements are slow at first, then confident, drawing more sound from me with every motion.

She climbs back over me and sinks down onto my hips once more, unhurried and deliberate.

Andrea keeps on begging at the door, but the overwhelming feeling of this intimate moment with Harleigh removes any guilt I should be feeling for Andrea.

I hold Harleigh’s waist as she moves, steadying her as she rides me. Her body moves beautifully, her soft, glorious b.reasts rising and falling with her rhythm, drawing my mouth to them. I s.uck her n.ipples, licking them alternately.

Until,...

I’m guiding us again, setting the pace.

After a couple of intense minutes, when we reach the edge together, I pull her down and kiss her lips deeply and desperately. Pleasure crashes over us for the second time as I release all of my seeds inside her again, her back arching as she cries my name.

I pull her against my chest, my palm settling protectively over her belly.

I know one thing with absolute certainty: whatever I’ve forgotten, whatever was taken from me, this is real. This is us. And I don’t wanna lose it again.

Unfortunately,...

As much as I want peace while staying beside Harleigh, it isn’t possible. I thought Andrea will eventually give up if I continue to ignore her. Instead, she becomes more desperate, her growls turning into loud bangs against the door.

Soon enough, footsteps rush closer, followed by sudden commotion outside.

"Tell your Alpha to get out of this room now!" Andrea hisses.

I whisper to Harleigh, "I think I should face her. She won’t stop."

"Will she, if you do?" Harleigh asks, disappointment clear on her face.

Only after she finally permits me do I climb out of bed. I gather my clothes from the floor, quickly putting them on before opening the door.

Andrea looks pitiful, her face soaked with tears and flushed with anxiety.

Now, guilt begins to creep into my chest.

I gesture for the Omegas to leave us. Once they do, Andrea rushes forward and throws her arms around me.

"Why were you ignoring me? Did you fall asleep?" she asks.

I swallow, forcing myself to keep a neutral expression. "I didn’t."

Her eyes widen with suspicion. Without warning, she storms past me into Harleigh’s bedroom where Harleigh is still on the bed, barely covered by a blanket, her torn clothes scattered across the floor. The air is thick with the unmistakable scent of sweat and our mingled fluids.

Andrea trembles. Fresh tears spill down her cheeks as she turns back to me. "How could you do this to me?!"

"I’m sorry. But I’ve already made my choice. I need to fix things, not make them more complicated." I pause, bracing myself before adding, "I want Harleigh and our baby."

Harleigh’s mouth parts in shock before curving into a wide smile.

"What about me?" Andrea demands.

"We have to end what we don’t even truly have," I reply. "It’s time I’ll send you back to Harry."

"After everything we did for you, this is all you’re going to give us?!" she snaps.

I open my mouth to defend myself, but I know no explanation will satisfy her. So I close my lips and remain silent. Harleigh does the same, choosing not to escalate and prolong the situation further.

Andrea collapses to her knees, sobbing uncontrollably. When I reach out to help her stand, she shoves me away, her claws extending and scraping across my chest. She forces herself up on her own, shooting Harleigh a venomous glare before storming out of the room.

The tension lingers heavily in the air, but Harleigh manages to dissipate it by stepping closer and cupping my jaw.

"Is that final? Are you really choosing me and our baby?" she asks, tears of joy glistening in her eyes.

I nod without hesitation, managing a smile despite the guilt Andrea is making me feel. "Yes."

"Do you feel our fated mate-bond now?" she asks, hope trembling in her voice.

"I felt something," I admit. "Not the full bond yet, but a spark. Something I never felt with Andrea."

Her smile falters for a brief second before widening again. "That’s a good sign. Let’s keep going until you feel it completely."

She rises onto her toes and pulls my face closer. When our lips meet again, desire surges through me, stronger and more undeniable than earlier. I pull her against me as we urgently strip away my clothes once more.

When we’re both n.aked, I lift her without breaking the kiss. Her legs wrap around my hips as I carry her to the door, pushing it closed behind her.

As soon as my manhood erects again, I guide myself back inside her and begin thrusting, fast and deep, as if there’s no tomorrow.

Our moans drown out every other sound. The door trembles with each movement.

"Should we go to the bed instead?" she pants. "The door might collapse if we keep this up. It’s not a good idea to let anyone see us making love."

I smirk, a clever idea cropping in my mind.

Instead of moving us to the bed, I increase my pace and intensify my movements. The door shakes even harder beneath the force of us. And there’s nothing she can do, but to shut her eyes close, while moaning louder than ever.