Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 177

CHAPTER 161

Clara’s POV

He groaned, reaching for me, pulling me up until I straddled him. I guided him to my entrance, sinking down slow, feeling every inch stretch me open, fill me, make me whole. We both gasped, eyes locked,

bodies pressed close.

He held my hips, letting me move at my pace, rocking up to meet every roll, every grind. I rode him, hips circling, my hands on his chest, my head thrown back as pleasure built again, slow and hot and deep.

He sat up, mouth on my throat, hands sliding up my back, holding me close. I clung to him, breathless, lost

in the rhythm, in the heat, in the wild, desperate need to feel everything.

We moved together, faster, harder, his c**k hitting that spot inside me, making my whole body tighten. I

was close again, so close I could barely breathe.

“Come with me,” he whispered, voice raw.

I let go, tumbling over the edge, my body clenching tight, pleasure crashing through me. He cursed, hips

jerking, thrusting up, spilling inside me as he came.

We collapsed, tangled together, both of us panting, sweat slicking our skin.

But neither of us was done.

He rolled me onto my back, kissing me, his hands everywhere—my face, my breasts, my thighs. He moved between my legs, sliding down, licking me, gentle at first, then with more pressure, fingers teasing me

open.

I moaned, legs shaking, body sensitive but hungry for more. He ate me, sucking my clit, tongue pushing inside, his hands pinning my hips to the bed as I squirmed.

I came again, a cry breaking from my lips, thighs clamping around his head. He licked me through it, slow

and careful, until I was shaking.

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He slid up, kissing me, his c**k already hard again. He lined up, pushing inside, slow and deep, groaning at

the feel of me.

He set a slow pace, grinding in circles, making me feel every inch, every deep stroke. I wrapped my arms

around his neck, kissing him, needing the closeness, needing him everywhere.

We changed positions, every way we could think of–him behind me, me on top, side by side, tangled together. Sometimes he went hard and fast, pounding into me, making the bed shake, my voice loud and

wild

Sometimes he slowed down, kissing me, whispering my name, hands gentle, making love to me like he wanted to memorize every sound, every shiver, every gasp.

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We broke only to catch our breath, to drink each other in, to laugh and touch and remind ourselves that we were real, we were together, and no one was taking this away from us.

I sucked him again, loving the taste of him, the way he fell apart in my mouth, the way he begged, the way he tangled his fingers in my hair and whispered how much he needed me.

He fingered me slow, watching my face, pushing me right to the edge, then stopping, kissing me, making me beg for more before finally letting me fall apart in his arms.

I rode him slow, his hands on my hips, my breasts bouncing, our eyes locked as we lost ourselves in each

other again and again.

Time slipped away. The clock on the wall ticked, but we didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was the

heat between us, the sweat slicking our skin, the way our bodies kept finding new ways to fit together.

At one point, I lay on my side, his chest pressed to my back, one arm under my head, the other hand

between my thighs, his c**k sliding in slow, deep, making me shiver with every thrust.

He kissed my shoulder, nipped my neck, whispered how much he loved me, how scared he’d been to lose

me:

I reached back, gripping his thigh, pushing him deeper. “Don’t stop,” I whispered, voice rough and raw.

“Never,” he promised, holding me tight, his hips moving slow and steady until we both fell over the edge

again, shaking and spent.

But still, we weren’t finished.

He knelt between my legs, spreading me wide, licking me until I was shaking, begging for mercy, my hands

clutching at his hair.

He kissed up my body, mouth finding my breast, biting gently, making me gasp, my hips arching into him.

He slid inside me again, slow, so slow, letting me feel everything, never breaking eye contact. We rocked together, bodies tired but unwilling to let go, desperate for just one more high.

When my legs started to tremble, he pressed his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling, sweat slicking

our skin.

“Clara,” he breathed, his voice breaking.

I cupped his face, kissing him, holding him close as we both came, slow, soft, shaking, bodies melting

together.

Finally, he pulled me into his arms, tucking me against his chest, his hand stroking my hair.

We lay there in the dark, bodies tangled, hearts still racing, skin still tingling.

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