Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 142

CHAPTER 126

Clara’s POV

His fingers moved away, leaving me empty and trembling. He shifted back on the bed, pulling me by the hips until I was flat on my back, legs spread wide, knees pulled toward my chest. One hand held my thighs open while the other moved down, slow, knuckles brushing against heated skin.

No words, just breathing–his and mine, heavy and rough.

His thumb circled once with firm pressure that made my body jerk.

A low sound escaped my throat as he kept watching, studying every reaction. The slight curve of his lips

told me he liked what he saw.

His head lowered and his mouth met my skin. One hot stroke of his tongue, and I bucked so hard his arm pressed down to hold me still.

Another stroke, slower, then started getting faster. Then he sucked me hard, and my thighs shook, my

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fingers gripping the sheets.

My moans were raw and broken, getting higher. He didn’t stop, his mouth working me like he was starving, tongue moving in circles, teeth grazing just enough to make me cry out.

I felt it building again, faster this time and sharper. My breath caught.

He pulled back.

I cursed.

He wiped his mouth, grabbed my ankles, and flipped me over. One hard pull brought my hips up with my chest pressed to the mattress. My breath stuttered at how exposed I was, how vulnerable.

The sound of his belt was quick, then his zipper, then nothing.

A slap landed on my backside, not hard and not gentle either.

My hips jerked as he rubbed the spot after, then spread me wider.

Cool air hit where I was wet for him.

Then heat as his c**k slid along my entrance but not entering, just teasing.

Another slap on the other side made me groan, legs shaking.

His fingers gripped my waist.

One slow push and he shoved his thick, hard d**k inside me. My mouth opened as I gasped in shock but

no sound came out. My fingers clutched the sheets as he filled me deeper, until he was completely inside and stayed there, breathing hard behind me.

He didn’t move.

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He let me feel it, every inch inside me.

Then one slow pull before he slammed back in with a sound that echoed in the room.

“Ah!”

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No words, just rough breathing, moans, the sound of skin against skin, another slap across my backside

as he drove into me again, faster.

He fucked me like he owned me.

Because he did.

I had literally given up myself to this man the very day we met.

My eyes rolled back, fingers tangled in the sheets, body moving forward with each thrust. I moaned into the pillow, voice muffled but needy, my legs starting to shake as my stomach tightened.

He grabbed my hair and pulled me up by it, my back against his chest, still moving inside me from behind. His teeth found my neck, then bit.

I climaxed with a choked scream, and he didn’t slow.

He bit again and kept going.

I was still shaking from my climax when he pushed me back down, face to the mattress, hips in the air. My arms gave out as I melted into the bed, barely aware, breath torn from me with every thrust.

He didn’t pause or soften. The moment I broke, he used it, fucking me through the aftershocks like he wanted to mark himself into every nerve.

Wet sounds filled the room as his pace turned ruthless. My thighs shook, my throat burned, every part of me raw and alive.

His hand tangled in my hair again, pulling me up until my spine arched. His other arm wrapped across my chest, pressing me against him while still buried deep in my

He fucked up into me now with deep strokes, his breath hot at my ear.

Then something new happened.

His hand slid down between my legs, and I felt it–cool and hard.

The click of something metal.

My eyes widened as the pressure at my clit was sudden and tight.

A clamp.

My body jerked, a strangled gasp breaking from my lips as the sharp tension took hold, pulsing with every movement. Pain and pleasure were impossible to separate.

My body writhed as his grip just tightened.

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The second clamp came fast, attached with the same calm precision. I moaned a low, desperate sound,

legs trembling violently.

“Ahhh… God…”

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His rhythm said everything. The clamps pinched just enough to sharpen every thrust, every grind of his hips. was on fire, the pressure unbearable, glorious, maddening.

My moans turned to sobs. I couldn’t stop shaking.

And still he moved, thrusting harder, one hand now braced over the base of my spine, pinning me down as he took me like I belonged to him. Like nothing else mattered.

My second climax was violent and uncontrollable. I screamed into the sheets, the clamps dragging the sensation into something raw, electric, blinding. My body bucked, hips jerking, legs trying to close, but he held me open, forced me to ride it out until the pleasure blurred into something I couldn’t name.

He pulled out suddenly.

I whimpered, empty, sore, aching, and tried to turn, but he was already flipping me, moving me onto my

back, legs wide again.

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