Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 165

CHAPTER 149-1

Liana’s POV

Jaden didn’t waste a second. His hand gripped the back of my neck, not gentle, just solid and possessive, and he brought my mouth to his. His lips crashed down, stealing the breath right out of me.

There was nothing soft about it–not the way his teeth scraped my lips, not the way his tongue pushed into my mouth, deep and demanding. He tasted like sweat, like salt, like everything dangerous. His grip in my hair stung, forcing my head back as he kissed me harder, letting me know I couldn’t go anywhere, couldn’t do anything but open up and let him take.

He pulled back just long enough for me to see his eyes–wild, almost black with need. My breath caught. The way he stared at me, it was like there was nothing else in the World.

“Strip,” he said. His voice was low and sharp, but the tone was absolute. There was no arguing, no

hesitation. He wanted me naked and I wanted to obey.

I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, the air in the room cool against my skin. My n*****S

prickled, tight and aching as the fabric dragged over them. My skirt slid off next, pooling at my feet, and I

stepped out of it, underwear the only thing left between us. His gaze roamed, lingering on the places he

knew made me blush, on the swell of my breasts, the curve of my hips. He drank in the sight of me, his jaw

flexing, his breathing heavy.

Before I could even take another breath, he was on me. He pushed me backwards until my knees hit the

bed. The backs of my legs bumped the edge, and I let myself sink onto the mattress, pulse racing as I

stared up at him. I reached for his shoulders, hungry for his weight, but he shook his head.

“Hands behind your back.” The growl in his voice left no room for argument. I put my hands behind me.

wrists crossed, heart thudding so hard I was sure he could see it in my chest.

He stood over me, his shadow falling across my bare skin. I watched his hands move down, one tracing a

slow line from my collarbone, between my breasts, down over my stomach. The tips of his fingers drew

light, teasing circles just above my underwear, and I felt every nerve spark with need.

But he didn’t touch me where I needed. His fingers moved in slow spirals, almost close enough, never

quite. My hips twitched up, searching for contact, but he only smirked, eyes glinting with that dark, wicked

pleasure.

“You don’t get anything until I say so,” he said, voice rough, eyes burning into mine.

His other hand came up to my face, gripping my jaw, not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make sure

was looking at him, to hold me there, waiting. “You’re mine tonight. You do what I say, you take what I gve Understand?”

I nodded fast, the movement making his fingers press firmer against my jaw My throat felt tight, every muscle trembling as I forced the words out “Yes, I understand”

Good,” he said, voice curling around the word. His thumb stroked the corner of my mouth, dragging down over my chin, leaving a wet trail that made me shiver.

He kissed me again, harder, teeth catching my bottom lip, biting until I gasped. His thumb brushed the sore spot, almost apologetic. Then his mouth left mine, trailing down the side of my throat, sucking at the sensitive skin there, marking me. He didn’t stop. He moved lower, biting along my collarbone, then further,

down to my chest.

He pulled my bra down, exposing my breasts to the cool air and to his mouth. He latched onto my n****e,

hot tongue swirling, lips closing around the peak as he sucked, rough and greedy. I cried out, back arching

up off the mattress. He let go with a pop, then did the same to the other side, his teeth grazing, tongue

flicking, lips tugging. Each bite, each suck sent jolts of sensation straight to my core.

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CHAPTER 149-2

His hands slid down Thy sides, strong and sure, gripping my thighs, thumbs pressing bruises into my skin. He bit a trail from the hollow of my throat to my stomach, lips and teeth and tongue leaving a burning path. My body arched under him, desperate for more, for his hands, his mouth, anything he would give.

When he reached the waistband of my underwear, he hooked his thumbs under the fabric and yanked

them down in one quick motion, baring me completely. The air hit my wetness, making me shiver, but it was nothing compared to his stare–hungry, fierce, like he could devour me.

He knelt between my legs, his big hands pushing my knees apart until I was spread open for him, helpless and exposed. He pressed my thighs back with his palms, forcing me wider, and I felt the bed dip under his weight. His head lowered, mouth so close to where I needed him, breath hot against my slick folds.

He didn’t ask, didn’t tease. He just dove in, tongue flat and rough, lapping at my clit in fast, relentless strokes that made me buck and writhe. His fingers dug into my thighs, holding me in place, nails biting my skin as he kept me from moving.

His mouth was everywhere–sucking my clit, tongue pushing inside me, then back up to flick over the sensitive nub again. Every sound he made vibrated into me, deep and guttural, a growl that rattled my bones. My moans were loud, wild, echoing off the walls, but he didn’t slow down, didn’t stop.

I tried to reach down, to grab his hair, to ground myself, but his hand shot up, catching my wrist midair.

He slapped my hand away, his voice muffled against my skin. “Did I tell you to move?”

I shook my head, whining, desperate, but he didn’t let up. “Keep your hands back,” he said, squeezing my thigh to remind me. My muscles trembled as I obeyed, fingers tangled together behind me, trying not to grab for him again.

He shoved two fingers inside me, thick and rough, twisting and curling until I gasped, body bowing off the bed. His mouth sucked my clit, teeth scraping lightly, and I shattered–screaming his name, legs kicking,

every nerve firing at once.

But he didn’t stop. His tongue was ruthless, licking and sucking every last aftershock from me, his fingers working deep and fast until I was sobbing, begging, my voice hoarse.

“Please, please, Jaden-” The words fell out of me, broken, desperate.

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