Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 114

CHAPTER 99-1

Clara’s POV

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He settled between my thighs, eyes locked on mine, and the heat rolling off his body hit me harder than the fire in the corner. The room shrank around us, air heavy, suffocating in the best way. Every snap of the wood only made my pulse throb louder, pounding in my ears, rushing down between my legs where my p***y already ached, slick just from the way he looked at me.

He didn’t rush. His palms slid up my calves, steady, confident, until his thumbs pressed into the soft inside of my thighs. He spread me open, dragged me closer to the edge of the bed, and his mouth curved into that small, knowing smile that always made my stomach flip. I opened wider without even thinking, because there was no choice, not with him.

Then he kissed me. Not soft, not sweet–deep. His tongue drove into my mouth like it was his, and my breath caught as he swallowed it down. When he pulled back, I tried to chase him, and he made me follow, pulling me into the trail of his lips as he kissed along my jaw, then down my throat. His teeth scraped me, sharp, then his tongue soothed the sting, then he bit again, harder, until I shivered under him. The mark bloomed hot, and it only made me wetter.

His hands shoved under my shirt, rough heat sliding over my skin. I lifted my arms and let him strip it off. One flick and my bra was gone, tossed carelessly aside. His eyes fixed on my breasts like they already belonged to him, and my back arched into that gaze before he even touched me. Then his mouth closed over my n****e and he sucked, slow and deep, pulling a gasp out of me. His tongue flicked, teased, dragged harder until I clung to his hair, panting.

His other hand squeezed my other breast, unrelenting, until both ached from his touch. He switched sides,

same rhythm, same slow torture, until my back bowed high off the bed and my n*****s were throbbing

under the pull of his mouth.

And still he didn’t stop. His mouth trailed lower, wet and open, kissing down my chest, over my ribs, across my stomach. His tongue left me slick, every nerve tight, stretched thin. At the waist of my jeans he

paused, looked up at me, lips wet, eyes gone black, then popped the button, pulled the zipper, and peeled

them down. His knuckles scraped my thighs, shooting sparks up my spine. By the time he pulled my socks

away, his mouth was already at my ankle, kissing, then my calf, then the inside of my knee, then higher,

higher, until his breath was hot against the damp cloth of my panties.

A sound slipped out of me, helpless.

His mouth pressed right over my p***y through the thin fabric and I jerked. He dragged his tongue slow up the seam, and my fingers clenched in his hair, pulling him tighter against me. He hooked a finger under the side of my panties and tugged them aside, not even taking them off yet, just baring me because he

wanted to see me.

His eyes caught mine as his tongue dragged one long, slow stroke over me, bottom to top. My belly jumped. He did it again, slower, heavier, and then his lips wrapped around my clit and sucked. The sharp

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flash of it ture a cry out of my throat.

“Ah–fuck,” I gasped, raw and high.

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He hummed like he liked the sound, the vibration pounding straight into my clit. Then he ripped my panties off in one pull, never breaking his mouth from me, tossed them aside, slid both palms under my ass, and lifted me to his face.

And then he devoured me.

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