Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 107

CHAPTER 95-1

Clara’s POV

I didn’t pause.

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I crossed the space between us like shutting a door behind me–no way back, no time to second–guess. I grabbed the front of his shirt, fists tight in the fabric, and pulled him down into a kiss.

It wasn’t soft. It was rough. Hungry. There was nothing slow about it. My lips crushed against his, my mouth already open, tongue sliding against his before he could even react. He grunted, caught off guard, then grabbed my waist and yanked me forward so hard I stumbled into him. I felt the hard line of him through his jeans, and it made me press in closer.

I kissed him harder, tilting my head, and bit his lip. He growled low and shoved me back, causing my back to hit the wall but I didn’t flinch.

“You sure?” he asked, voice rough.

“If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.”

He kissed me again. His hands slid under my shirt and dragged it up fast. I raised my arms. The fabric

his fingers quick on the clasp. I didn’t even blink. My chest was bare before him, n*****s already hard from the cold and the rush of being touched.

cleared my head and hit the floor. My bra came off dit

He stared for a second, breathing heavy, then leaned down and closed his mouth over one of them. His tongue was hot. He sucked slow, steady, not gentle. I/gasped and arched up into it. He moved to the other one and used his teeth this time, just enough to make me clench my thighs.

“Killian–fuck-”

He didn’t answer or talk. He used his mouth like he meant it. I held onto the back of his head, fingers curled into his hair, nails scratching his scalp. I could feel his stubble against my skin. He pulled back and looked at me again.

I reached down and grabbed his shirt. I didn’t ask. I yanked it up over his head, and he let me. His body was solid, cut in all the right places. I ran my hands across his chest, my fingers sliding over old scars and fresh bruises. He didn’t react. He just stared at me like he wanted to tear me in half.

We kissed again–deeper this time, mouths open, teeth clashing. His tongue slid against mine and his hands grabbed under my thighs. He lifted me up, like I weighed nothing. My legs wrapped around his waist without thinking.

He carried me to the bed and dropped me flat. I landed on the mattress and spread my arms back, waiting. He was already pulling at my jeans, yanking them down fast. They hit the floor. I was left in nothing but thin, soaked panties.

His hand slid between my thighs. The fabric was too wet to hide anything.

CHAPTER 96

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“You still want to pretend you’re not in control?” he asked, rubbing slow and steady. “Because this says different.”

I glared at him. “Shut up.”

He didn’t. He shoved the fabric aside and pushed two fingers in, deep and fast.

My hips bucked. I grabbed the sheets. A mouth was on my neck, licking, biting, breathing hard as he fucked me with his fingers. He curled them up just right, and I moaned out loud.

“You’re so tight,” he said against my skin. “Clenching already.”

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He added a third finger. The stretch made my back arch off the bed. My legs opened wider, thighs trembling as he kept going.

I came fast. The heat snapped, and I clenched around him, my body jerking, stomach tight, chest heaving.

I could hear myself moaning–short, loud sounds I couldn’t hold back. My thighs shook around his hand.

He pulled out and looked at me as he licked his fingers clean. His eyes didn’t leave mine.

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