Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 179

CHAPTER 163

Clara’s POV

He slid his hands down, grabbing my ass, lifting me easily. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my back pressed to the tree, hands tangled in his hair. He kissed me again, rougher now, his hips pressing between

my thighs.

My shorts were in the way. He yanked them down, along with my panties, baring me to the cool air and the rough bark. I was open to him, desperate, all thought of being caught or seen gone from my mind.

“Darius-“I gasped, barely able to get his name out. He already had one hand cupping the back of my head, the other sliding down my back, steadying me against the rough trunk. My thighs were tight around his waist, my back pressed to the bark, my chest rising and falling against his. I could feel his c**k, hard and hot, nudging at my entrance, the head gliding through the slickness between my legs. The air around

us was cool, but my skin was on fire.

He paused, searching my eyes, breathing just as fast as I was. His forehead touched mine, his nose brushing my cheek, lips almost on my mouth. “You want this?” he asked, his voice deep, thick with need but full of care, needing my yes.

I nodded, biting my lip, my hands fisting in his hair. I wanted to say something clever, but I could barely breathe. I felt raw, wild, stripped open, every nerve humming. “Yes,” I managed, voice shaky but true. “I

want you.”

His eyes locked on mine as he rolled his hips, pressing the head of his c**k against me, sliding it through my folds, slow at first, teasing me, dragging it over my clit, making me gasp and squirm. He grinned, but his hands were gentle, his thumb tracing little circles on my hip.

He eased forward, just the tip slipping in, stretching me open. My breath caught, mouth dropping open, and I whimpered, my back arching. He went slow, letting me feel every inch as he pushed in deeper, stopping just to let me adjust, then moving again. The stretch burned, sharp and sweet, making my toes

curl inside my shoes.

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He pressed his lips to my jaw, murmuring, “That’s it. Take me. You’re so tight,” His hands gripped my ass, lifting me, letting me sink down further. I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin, legs trembling as he filled me, all the way, until I was stuffed full, stretched wide, every muscle straining.

When he was buried to the hilt, we both froze for a second, foreheads pressed together, our breathing. tangled, bodies shaking. My head fell back against the tree, eyes fluttering shut as I tried to hold onto the feeling–full, taken, completely his.

He started to move, slow at first, rocking his hips, letting me feel the slide, the drag, the way his c**k rubbed against every sensitive spot inside me. The bark dug into my back, grounding me, making every motion sharper, more real.

His pace picked up, hips slapping into mine, the sound loud in the quiet forest. The world narrowed to just

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the two of us, sweat slick between our bodies, my moans echoing through the trees. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, mouth finding his, kissing him hard, desperate, messy.

He thrust harder, faster, hips snapping, every movement driving me up the tree, only to be yanked back down onto him. My thighs shook around his waist, muscles burning, but I didn’t care. All I wanted was

more–more friction, more heat, more of him inside me.

“God, Clara,” he groaned, voice breaking. “You feel so fucking good. I can’t get enough of you.”

My whole body tightened, pleasure building with every thrust, every grind, every dirty word in my ear. The rough bark scraped my shoulders, grounding me, making the pleasure feel wild and a little dangerous.

He reached up, grabbing my hair, tugging my head back so he could bite my neck. The sting sent a jolt through me. I cried out, my voice loud, uncaring, my nails raking down his back.

He drove into me, deep and hard, every thrust pushing me higher. I lost myself in the rhythm, hips rolling, meeting him stroke for stroke. Sweat dripped down my temple, my chest, our skin sliding together, hot and

sticky and perfect.

My body started to shake, pleasure winding tight, sharp as lightning. I gasped, clinging to him. “Darius–I’m

-oh, god, I’m close-”

His hand slid between us, fingers finding my clit, rubbing circles as he kept thrusting, never slowing, never

letting up. “Come for me,” he growled, biting my shoulder again.

That did it. My orgasm crashed through me, white–hot and blinding, my whole body locking up. I screamed

his name, legs squeezing his waist, body clenching tight around his c**k. I was lost, falling, every nerve

burning.

He groaned, hips jerking, thrusts growing wild, desperate. “Fuck–Clara–I can’t-” He slammed into me, hard, deep, shuddering as he came, c**k pulsing inside me. His voice broke, forehead pressing to my shoulder, arms wrapped tight around my waist, holding me up as we both shook.

We stayed like that for a long moment, tangled together, breathless and spent, my back against the tree, his chest pressed to mine, both of us sweaty, shivering, coming down slowly from the high.

Darius kissed my cheek, then my lips, softer now, his hands gentle as he stroked my hair, his breathing

starting to steady. “You okay?” he whispered, voice still rough, but tender.

I nodded, smiling weakly, my head spinning, body tingling all over. “Yeah. More than okay.”

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