Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 200

Clara’s POV

“I do,” I said, looking up at him. “I wouldn’t be here without you.”

Darius didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His eyes did all the talking–quiet, intense, unguarded for once–and then he kissed me.

There was no urgency at first. Just warmth. Lips grazing lips, slow and steady. His hand rested lightly on my waist, the other trailing up my back with the kind of care that made my breath catch.

I kissed him back, fully and deeply. I leaned into him until our mouths moved in sync and his fingers splayed wider, gripping me like he wasn’t sure whether he wanted to hold me stiff or pull me closer.

My skin was still streaked with dried blood and sweat, but he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. Either way, his mouth found mine again and again, until I felt everything that had built inside me since morning begin to give way.

It wasn’t just the battle. It was Jaden. It was Liana. It was everything I’d had to do, and all the things I

hadn’t done yet.

But here, in this moment, none of it existed.

Only him.

Only the way his hands moved over my body like he already knew what I needed.

I twisted slightly in the bath to face him, sliding a leg over his lap. My thighs ached from the fight, but even

that faded beneath the warmth of the water and the heat curling low in my stomach.

“Please,” I whispered, voice raw from exhaustion and wanting. “I need this. I need you.”

He didn’t speak. Just looked at me for a second longer, then moved.

He stood and stripped off the rest of his clothes, not bothering with theatrics. Darius was like that–direct,

r sure, grounded. But I watched him anyway.

His body, tall and lean and built from years of command, bore the marks of war: scars that told stories, muscles shaped by battles, not vanity. His c**k was already hard, flushed dark, thick enough to make my breath hitch again, this time for a different reason entirely.

He stepped into the tub behind me, arms slipping around my waist as he pulled me back against his chest.

sank into him, closing my eyes at the solid feel of his body.

His mouth found the side of my neck immediately, lips dragging along the wet skin beneath my ear. The scrape of his teeth there made me shiver, and I felt the low, satisfied hum in his chest as he felt me react.

“You smell like blood and battle,” he murmured.

I tilted my head slightly, offering more. “So do you.”

His hand slid up from my stomach to cup my breast under the water, thumb brushing lazily over the n****e until it peaked against his palm. I let out a soft sound, half sigh, half moan, and rolled my hips back into him.

His c**k responded instantly, thickening against my spine.

He shifted slightly, pulling my back tighter to him, and kissed the wet curve of my shoulder while the other hand dipped lower. Then he slipped between my thighs.

I gasped as there was no warning and no teasing. Just that first firm press of his fingers stroking me, slick and perfect and devastatingly…

“Still tense,” he murmured beside my ear snapping me out of my thoughts, rubbing slow circles that made my knees float.

My thighs parted wider under the surface, almost involuntarily. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, eyes closing again, trying to hold onto the sensations. The water rippled gently around us, a

slow, rocking tide mirroring every pulse of pleasure.

“Mmh,” I managed, rocking into his hand, needing more, my hips rising against his fingers as they slid

lower, deeper. His middle finger slipped inside, and I clenched around it immediately, gasping.

His c**k twitched against me again.

I turned slightly and caught his mouth, kissing him messily over my shoulder, teeth and tongue and want.

He responded fast; too fast for me to prepare. In one sudden movement, he gripped my waist, lifted me

off his lap, and stood behind me in the tub.

“Bend over the edge,” he said, voice rough, low, wrecked.

The edge of the tub was warm from the water, slick porcelain against my forearms as I leaned forward. My breath fogged the tiles. His hands ran down my back, both palms following the curve of my spine until he

reached my ass.

He spread me open and groaned deep behind me.

“Look at you,” he muttered. “Dripping for me.”

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He knelt in the tub, water sloshing against our thighs, and I felt his mouth press to me from behind- tongue sliding between my folds, hot and slow. I cried out, one hand shooting back to grab at his hair.

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