Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 116

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Clara’s POV

I spread my legs wider, tilted my hips, aching for him. My pulse throbbed in my p***y, in my throat, everywhere. He rubbed himself over me one last time, dragging across my clit just to hear me gasp, then pressed, slow and heavy.

“Please,” I whispered, desperate.

He kissed me deep, cupped my jaw, and pushed. One long, deep stroke. Stretching me, filling me, until my p***y clutched tight around him.

He looked at me, all the heat and hunger and that softer thing under it laid bare. I looked back and did not look away.

He pushed into me in one long, deep stroke, filling me until my p***y stretched tight around his c**k.

My mouth opened on a gasp, nails sinking into his arms as his hips pressed flush to mine, c**k buried to the hilt. The heat of him throbbed inside me, pulsing so deep it made my whole body clench around him.

He stayed there, locked in, eyes on mine, chest heaving against my breasts. I felt every hard beat of his pulse through his c**k, every twitch inside me. My breath broke fast and sharp. His hand slid to my jaw, holding me still, forcing me to take all of it as his mouth crashed into mine. The kiss was all teeth and

tongue, rough and wet, his control gone from the very first thrust.

Then he started moving. He pulled out slow, the drag/of his c**k along my walls making me shiver, then

slammed back in hard enough to make the headboard knock the wall. My moan spilled into his mouth,

high and broken.

His hips rolled deep, every push hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. I wrapped my legs

around his waist, pulling him closer, locking him inside me. My p***y gripped him tight, the wet slide

between us obscene. He groaned into my mouth and pinned my wrists to the bed above my head, holding

me in place as he fucked me.

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The thrusts were slow but heavy, each one making me take every inch of him. I tried to rock up against

him, to grind my clit on his pelvis, but his grip tightened, holding me down.

“Stay still,” he rasped, his voice dark and low against my mouth. The words made me wetter.

Then his pace changed–three shallow, teasing thrusts that barely filled me, followed by one deep, brutal stroke that made my breath stutter. The rhythm was maddening. Every time I thought I’d fall over the edge

he pulled me back, making me wait.

I twisted against his hold, chasing the friction. He kissed me hard, swallowing my frustrated sounds, then released my wrists and gripped my hips instead. He dragged me up the bed a few inches and slammed back in, the angle sharper, his c**k hitting so deep I gasped.

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Before I could catch my breath, he flipped me onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up, pressing his c**k back into me from behind in one smooth thrust. I moaned into the pillow, the new angle making him feel impossibly deep.

His chest covered my back, his weight holding me down. One hand tangled in my hair, turning my head so his mouth could find my neck. He bit down, not gentle, then licked over the mark before biting again. The slow burn spread through me.

The wet slap of his hips against my ass filled the room, each thrust harder than the last. His free hand slid between my legs, fingers finding my clit and rubbing fast, tight circles. My thighs trembled instantly, my body already so close.

I grabbed at the sheets, pushing back against him, my p***y clenching around his c**k with every deep stroke. “Fuck–yes-” I gasped, voice breaking.

He pulled me up, keeping himself buried deep, my back to his chest. His arm wrapped around me, palm cupping my breast, thumb teasing my n****e while his other hand stayed on my clit. His thrusts got rougher, his c**k grinding inside me with each push.

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“You feel that?” he breathed against my ear, hips snapping harder. “You’re so fucking tight around me.”

The words made my p***y grip him even more. My head fell back onto his shoulder as the heat inside me

built to a sharp, unbearable edge.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Come for me.”

The orgasm ripped through me, my p***y pulsing around his c**k in hard, wet squeezes. My cry was loud,

raw, my body jerking in his arms. He held me tight, fucking me through every wave, his pace never slowing.

When my legs started to give, he eased me forward, pressing me flat to the bed without pulling out. He spread me wider, gripping my hips, and pounded into me with a rough rhythm that made my eyes roll back. I could feel the slick mess between my thighs, could hear it each time he drove in.

He leaned over me, bracing a hand on the mattress beside my head. “Look at me,” he said, his voice

ragged.

I turned my head and met his eyes over my shoulder. They burned into me, all hunger and heat. He kissed me like that, half–twisted under him, his c**k still driving into me in long, deep strokes.

The tension in him was sharp now, every muscle tight. His pace grew faster, less controlled, his breathing hard in my ear. His grip on my hips was bruising, his thrusts almost frantic.

He pulled out for a second and flipped me onto my back again. My legs spread without him asking, my body open and ready. He slid back in with one hard push, his c**k sinking deep. The sound he made was

pure need.

His forehead dropped to mine, sweat dripping onto my skin. His hips moved fast now, his c**k pounding into me, the bed creaking under us. My nails raked down his back, leaving red lines. He hissed and thrust

harder.

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