Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 192

CHAPTER 176-1

Clara’s POV

“Yes,” I said, not caring how desperate it sounded.

“Too bad.”

He bit my inner thigh hard enough to sting, and moaned so loud I startled myself.

His hands were everywhere now. Palming my hips, my stomach, gripping my wrists and pinning them above my head, testing my reactions. He reached to the nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out the

soft leather cuffs we rarely used.

But tonight wasn’t normal.

He fastened them around my wrists slowly, watching my eyes, watching the way my breath caught and my thighs shifted wider. Then he fastened them to the anchor point in the headboard. My arms stretched up tight, breasts rising with each breath, n*****s peaked, mouth parted in shock and anticipation.

He leaned down, lips hovering over my n****e before he bit gently, tugging, sucking until I cried out again.

“You don’t get to come until I say. You don’t even get to beg unless I let you.”

I nodded, but he gripped my chin, forced me to look at him.

“I want to hear it.”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I won’t come. I won’t beg. I’ll wait.”

The smile that curled his mouth was pure predator.

He moved lower again, kissing over my navel, my pelvis, the soft skin of my inner thigh. He didn’t go near my clit. He avoided it so completely it made me tremble. His hands pushed my legs wider, holding them there as he licked everywhere *except* where I needed it.

And then–finally–he licked once, just once, right over the swollen bundle of nerves, slow and hot and firm. My back arched off the bed, a noise tearing from my throat.

He stopped.

I screamed.

“Already so close?” he murmured. “One lick and your body’s begging for it?”

He reached down and slid one finger into me, just one, curling it slowly. I clenched around him immediately, aching for more. He added a second, scissoring, then pressing deep until I could barely hold still.

I was right there.

Right on the fucking edge.

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And he stopped again.

He leaned up, hovered over me, c**k hard and leaking against my stomach, his breath ragged.

“I want you so needy that when I finally fuck you, you cry.”

“You already have me like that,” I whispered.

“Not yet.”

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He stood, walked away, and opened the drawer again. I watched him with wide eyes, heart hammering.

When he returned, he held a silk blindfold in his hand.

He slipped it over my eyes, plunging me into darkness, and then his mouth returned to my body.

The silk across my eyes shut out the light, but everything else felt heightened. I couldn’t see him anymore, but I could sense every motion, every shift of air, every subtle creak of the mattress. My wrists strained

against the cuffs where he’d bound them to the headboard, stretched tight enough to make my arms ache,

but not enough to distract me from the heat building low in my stomach.

My legs were already open, trembling with anticipation. My skin prickled where the air met slickness, and I

was wet enough that I could feel the slow slide of arousal tracing down between my thighs.

His hands came back first–rough, warm, dragging slowly from my ankles up to my knees, then higher. He

pushed my thighs wider and settled between them, and the sound of his breathing brushed against my

inner thighs. It was steady and slow, but every exhale felt loaded with tension. He was holding something

back. Not for long.

Fingertips grazed my folds, and I jerked, already on edge, already desperate for him to just take me. He didn’t go for my clit. He circled it instead, dragging the pads of his fingers through my slick heat with maddening precision, coating me without rushing.

When he finally pushed two fingers inside, the stretch was immediate and welcome. My body clamped down greedily, back arching as he curled his fingers just right.

The slow glide in and out was deliberate, almost reverent, and I bit down on a cry, hips/shifting in search of more friction. He kept his other hand pressed flat against my thigh, holding me open while he worked me

from the inside with slow, controlled movements.

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Every thrust of his fingers pushed against the swollen, needy spot that made my vision blur behind the blindfold, and the soft stick sounds filled the space between us like a rhythm he was building toward.

He pulled his fingers out suddenly, and I whimpered at the loss.

There was the quiet sound of movement, then the weight of his body as he shifted higher over me. The

heat of his c**k brushed against my inner thigh, and I knew exactly how hard he was before I even felt it

against my folds–thick and heavy, dragging up through the wetness he’d worked into me.

When he finally pressed forward, I felt the stretch immediately.

The thick head of his c**k pushed inside slowly, dragging along swollen walls that clenched instinctively to pull him in deeper. The pressure bloomed outward, taking over everything else. My breath caught, chest

rising fast, and he didn’t stop.

Inch by inch, he sank into me, groaning low when his hips finally met mine. The weight of him pressed me

into the bed, the tightness almost overwhelming, and my fingers curled in the cuffs above me, thighs

tightening.

He pulled back and thrust forward again, not fast, not rough, but deep and unyielding. The sound it made

was wet and heavy, flesh meeting flesh, slow and rhythmic.

Every time he dragged out and pushed back in, my cunt clenched tighter, the friction dizzying. His hands

gripped my hips, fingers digging into the softness there like he was anchoring himself, like he wanted to

leave marks.

He set a steady rhythm, each thrust harder than the last, each stroke angled perfectly to drive me higher. My breath came in sharp gasps, legs shaking where they were held open.

I could feel every drag of his c**k inside me, the stretch, the heat, the way he filled me like nothing else

could. The tension wound tighter with each second, the pleasure building too fast to control, too sharp to

hide.

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My body writhed under his, straining against the cuffs, my voice breaking into moans I couldn’t quiet anymore. The blindfold kept me lost in sensation, in the pace of his thrusts, the sound of his groans above

me, the brutal way my body responded with every movement.

Then his hand slipped under my ass, lifting my hips and changing the angle, and the next thrust made me

cry out, loud and unrestrained. He found that spot, the one that made my whole body tremble, and he didn’t let go of it. He hit it again and again, pace accelerating, no longer controlled but hungry, chasing release with growing urgency.

The heat exploded low in my belly, and the orgasm slammed into me without warning, ripping through my body in waves that made my vision white behind the blindfold.

My back arched hard, fingers yanking against the restraints, legs clamping around him as I screamed his

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name My cunt pulsed violently around him, soaking him, gripping tight as he fucked me through the

climax without slowing.

He groaned low and cursed, voice hearse.

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I felt the rhythm stutter, his body shaking as he kept driving into me, pushing harder, deeper, feeding off the way I shattered beneath him.

The bed rocked with every thrust. I could hear the slick drag of his c**k inside me, feel the way his chest

brushed my breasts, the way his mouth landed on my throat to bite hard enough to make my whole body jolt. He kept going until I couldn’t breathe, until another orgasm rose too fast, too sharp, overwhelming.

I sobbed when it hit, thighs shaking, breath gone, mouth open and useless as my whole body convulsed around him. He didn’t let up. He drove through it, the way he always did, until I felt like my skin might peel

away from too much sensation.

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