Alpha's STOLEN Mate (by Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 94

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“Out!” I commanded, pointing at the door. “This is my room!”

But Kaius didn’t move. Instead, he smiled slightly. “Your best friends didn’t try to stop me from entering your room. Seems like they’re quite accepting of our mate status.”

Traitors. Both Scarlett and Evelyn are complete traitors.

That’s when I noticed what I was wearing-a loose sleep shirt that definitely wasn’t what I’d had on during the battle. I looked down at

myself, then back at Kaius with dawning horror.

“I had to clean the blood off you,” he said matter-of-factly. “Which meant changing your clothes. There wasn’t exactly an alternative.”

I pressed my hands to my face, completely overwhelmed. This man was absolutely impossible. I needed to get him out of here before I

lost what remained of my sanity.

I began physically pushing him toward the door, using all my enhanced strength to move him like a piece of furniture. Just as I was about

to shove him over the threshold, his arm shot out and pulled me against his chest.

“You’ve said a lot of things just now,” he murmured against my ear, his voice dropping to a lower register. “But you didn’t mention the

most important thing. The bond between us-how does it feel now? Stronger than before, isn’t it?”

I could feel every plane of his body against mine, the heat of him seeping through thin fabric. “Get off me,” I managed to say. “I don’t feel

anything.”

Kaius’s laugh was a low, predatory rumble. “Then prove it to me.”

His mouth crashed down on mine before I could even breathe. It was a brutal claiming, his tongue sweeping past my lips, tasting my rage

and swallowing it whole. My mind screamed NO, but the second our skin touched, the mark on my shoulder ignited. It wasn’t a burn; it

was a supernova, flooding every nerve ending with pure, liquid fire. A helpless whimper escaped my throat, a sound of utter betrayal to

my own will.

He walked me backward to the bed, his mouth never leaving mine, and tumbled me onto the sheets. He loomed over me, the dark

possessiveness in his eyes a terrifying mirror to the raw, carnal need now raging inside me. His hand slid down my stomach, fingers

tangling in the curls between my legs. I was already soaked, my body’s shameless welcome mat laid out for the conqueror my mind

despised.

“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice a gravelly rasp.

He parted my thighs, and I felt the thick, hot head of his cock press against my drenched folds. Just that touch-that blunt, promising

pressure-sent a bolt of lightning from my cunt straight to the mark, making me arch off the bed with a strangled cry.

“You. Are. Mine,” he snarled, and thrust into me.

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The feeling was… impossible. A searing pain of being stretched too wide, immediately consumed by an explosion of pleasure so profound

it felt sacred. He filled me completely, a perfect, damning fit. My conscious thoughts shattered. There was only the sensation of him

buried to the hilt inside me, his cock a hot, iron rod branding me from the inside out. He stayed still for a moment, letting me feel every

inch of his claim, then began to move with slow, deep, punishing thrusts that were designed to break me. And I broke.

“More,” I gasped, the word ripped from a part of me I didn’t know existed.

A cruel smirk touched his lips.

He pulled out of me slowly, the sensation of his retreat an agony, then flipped me onto my stomach with an expert’s ease. He entered me

again from behind, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me back hard against him. This angle was different. Deeper. More primal. He

slammed into me, each thrust hitting my cervix with a jolt that lit up my entire body. I was nothing but a vessel for sensation, my face

pressed into the pillow to muffle the shameless, animalistic cries tearing from my throat. The slap of our bodies was a raw, wet rhythm,

the only music in the universe.

He wasn’t finished. He pulled out again, and the loss was so acute I cried out. He turned me onto my back once more, lifting my legs and

hooking them over his shoulders. Now I was completely open to him, exposed and vulnerable. He drove back in, the angle impossibly deep, grinding against my G-spot with every powerful stroke. My vision swam. The pleasure was overwhelming, building layer upon

agonizing layer, a tidal wave with no shore.

“You feel that, don’t you?” he growled, his face close to mine, his eyes locked on my unraveling expression. “This is what you’ve been

fighting. This is us.”

His words were the final push that sent me over the edge.

A violent spasm seized my core, my cunt walls clenching and unclenching around his cock in a frantic, greedy rhythm.

A scream of pure, mindless pleasure ripped from my throat as the release shotgunned through me, obliterating every thought. My body

wasn’t mine anymore; it was just a conduit for each punishing contraction that pulsed from my womb, flooding me again and again.

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