Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 143

CHAPTER 127-1

Clara’s POV

The clamps made every thrust sharper, pain tangled in pleasure, flooding my system until I was dripping,

slick, shaking. I didn’t want to come but I had to, my body not caring what I wanted.

He knew it too, watching me with lips parted, jaw locked, fighting his own end because mine wasn’t

finished yet.

“Now,” he said.

It hit like lightning, violent and high. I came with a full–body jerk, mouth open in a silent cry, the clamps snapping it tighter. My thighs clamped around his waist, my nails raked his back, but he didn’t slow.

I screamed again, high and hoarse, nearly sobbing his name. His thrusts grew erratic, and then he locked his jaw, groaned low in his throat, and drove himself as deep as he could go.

Hot pulses filled me, his hips twitching, buried, his breath broken and heavy against my mouth. He stayed there, weight on me, muscles locked.

I shook under him, breathless and boneless.

He pulled back slowly, the slide of him leaving making my core clench again, still sensitive, still twitching. He sat up on his knees between my legs and reached down, removing the clamps with careful fingers.

I flinched at the release, blood rushing back making it sting, making it ache. I cried out softly, biting the inside of my cheek, thighs still trembling.

He didn’t speak, just stared.

Then leaned down, slow, and kissed the inside of my thigh where the skin had flushed red.

He moved up my body with hands still exploring, still memorizing. His c**k was still hard, still wet, and he rubbed it against my slick folds again, lazy, teasing, like we hadn’t already crossed every line.

“On your stomach,” he said.

I didn’t hesitate, rolling over with limbs heavy, chest flat to the bed. He pulled me back again, lifted my

hips, lined up.

He didn’t push in.

Not yet.

His fingers went to my backside, spreading me, then lower. His thumb slid back and circled the tight ring there, slick with our combined wetness. He didn’t press in, just circled once, twice, again.

My body jerked.

“You’ve thought about it.” His voice was low behind me. Not a question.

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swallowed, breath catching.

“Yes.”

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The word left me before I could second–guess it, my voice shaking, and my body shook worse. But not

from fear. From the brutal anticipation of what he might do with that answer.

He grunted behind me, satisfied, and leaned over to grab something from the drawer beside the bed. I didn’t look, couldn’t, my cheek pressed to the mattress, heartbeat pounding in my ears. I heard the snap of

a cap, the wet glide of slick poured into his palm.

Then fingers at my entrance again, warm and coated, easing between my cheeks. One pressed against that tighter opening, just enough to tease the resistance, not pushing or forcing, just circling.

My hips rocked back involuntarily, needy, desperate, shamefully willing.

His free hand slid under me, fingers spreading my soaked folds again, stroking lazily, casually, like I wasn’t

already gasping.

“You want everything I give you,” he murmured against the back of my neck.

I couldn’t speak as he pressed his thumb in a little deeper. The stretch was sharp and strange, my breath

hitching.

His other fingers slid into my p***y, two at once, then curled, coaxing another moan out of me. He worked both places at once, one set of fingers thrusting slow and deep into the place already wrecked, the other spreading lube around the other, pushing in more firmly now.

I couldn’t handle it. The pressure, the sensation of being full in both places. The sounds coming out of me

weren’t words anymore.

He took his time, built the sensation in waves, let me squirm and ache and fall apart.

By the time he removed his fingers, I was a mess, panting, wet everywhere, my ass slick and twitching, my p***y fluttering with every pulse of blood still racing through me.

He didn’t ask if I was ready, just moved.

His hand slid around my waist, grounding me. Then his c**k nudged lower, not where he’d taken me already but lower, slower.

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CHAPTER 127-2

He pressed the head against that tight ring again, and this time, he didn’t stop.

I gasped, fingers clutching the sheets, spine bowing as the first inch pushed in. The burn was sharp, my mouth opening, my toes curling. He went slow, too slow, stretching me open inch by relentless inch until I

thought I’d snap.

But I didn’t.

I moaned instead, low and long and broken.

He bottomed out with a groan that rumbled deep in his chest, his body covering mine again, skin to skin,

sweat–slick, hot and shaking.

“Fuck,” he growled into my shoulder. “So tight. So fucking good.”

He held still for a long moment, letting me feel it, letting me breathe, letting me adjust.

Then he moved.

Each stroke was slow, brutal, not punishing but deep, heavy, possessive. Like he knew no one had ever touched me like this, and he meant to own it completely.

His hand slid under me again, found my clit, rubbed.

I moaned louder.

“Take it,” he muttered.

And I did.

Every thrust felt bigger, sharper, his c**k dragging against nerves that lit my spine up with every motion.

I came again, unexpectedly, helplessly, my entire body convulsing, legs shaking, breath shattering. I sobbed his name into the sheets as his rhythm never faltered.

He fucked me straight through it, chasing his own finish, panting now, groaning, sweat dripping onto my

back.

His fingers dug in as his thrusts turned rough, harder and faster.

Then he buried himself one last time and came with a vicious snarl, body shaking behind me, hips grinding, c**k pulsing deep inside.

His weight settled on me, not crushing, just heavy enough to ground every nerve still firing under my skin. I could feel each twitch of him inside me, his breath hot against my spine, the tremor in his muscles as he came down from it.

He stayed there for a long time, hands spread over my hips, thumbs stroking skin slick with sweat. No words. Just the throb of my heartbeat between my legs, the ache where he’d stretched me open and filled

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me, the mess of us soaking the sheets beneath.

When he finally pulled out, I whimpered, empty, raw, too sensitive to be touched but desperate for it

anyway.

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He eased back, one hand guiding my hips down, the other trailing soft over the curve of my back. Then both hands moved to part my thighs again. He knelt between them, eyes locked on the ruined mess he’d made of me, and ran two fingers through it, slow and reverent. His seed was still leaking from both holes. He dragged it up to my clit and rubbed gently.

1 flinched. “Too much.”

His smile was lazy now, satisfied. “You’ll take it.”

My legs twitched, but he didn’t press, not this time. Just circled until the sting softened, until the

aftershocks became whimpers.

He leaned forward and kissed the inside of my knee, then higher. His mouth was softer now but no less possessive, claiming with his tongue the same way he’d done with his c**k. He licked the mess from between my thighs, slow, dragging his tongue through it, savoring every drop. My fingers fisted in the sheets, and I cried out again when he sucked at my clit, even after everything.

“Please,” I gasped, voice shaking.

He pulled back finally and climbed up beside me, dragging me into his lap. My body folded into him automatically, head against his shoulder, thighs draped over his. His c**k still slick between us, nestled against my sore entrance.

His arms wrapped around me tight, one hand stroking the sweat–matted hair back from my face. The heat between us was suffocating, but I didn’t want to be anywhere else.

I was wrecked, my thighs trembling, my voice gone. But i’d never felt more wanted.

His mouth pressed to my temple. “Look at me.”

I did.

“Mine,” he said.

My lips parted. “Yours.”

His grip tightened.

He kissed me hard, not desperate anymore but final, sealed. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it echo in my throat.

He pulled the blankets over us both and wrapped himself around me, possessive and content. His hand on my stomach, thumb tracing idle circles as I came down from whatever cliff he’d thrown me off.

“You okay?” His voice was rough now, real.

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