Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 207

Clara’s POV

“Say my name again,” he demanded, his voice rough and possessive. His lips found mine again, and this

time the kiss was hungrier, more demanding. I felt myself melting into him, my body betraying every principle I held dear.

His hands began to wander, one sliding up to cup my face while the other traced along my side, making

me shiver. Every touch sent sparks through me, like the connection between us was making every

sensation stronger.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his lips moving down my throat. “So perfect. This is how it should be

between us.”

I should have been thinking about Darius, about loyalty, about right and wrong. But all I could focus on was the way Lucien’s touch was setting me on fire, the way my wolf was singing with happiness at his closeness. It felt like I was drowning in sensation, in the pull of whatever force was drawing us together.

His hand found the bottom of my shirt, fingers brushing against the bare skin of my stomach, and I gasped. The touch was electric, sending waves of heat through my entire body.

“You feel it too, don’t you?” he said, his voice rough with want. “The way we’re meant to fit together, the way your power calls to mine.”

I was losing myself in him, in the sensations he was creating, in the bond that seemed to be pulling us together. His mouth was on my collarbone now, placing hot kisses that made me arch against him. My hands had found their way under his shirt, exploring the hard muscles of his chest.

“Clara,” he groaned against my skin, and hearing my name in his voice sent another wave of heat through me. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this, how long I’ve been searching for someone like

you.”

His hands were more urgent now, one tangling in my hair while the other traced higher under my shirt. I could feel myself responding to every touch, every kiss, my body seeming to have a mind of its own. The rational part of my mind was getting smaller and smaller, overwhelmed by sensation.

“Let me show you what we could have together,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. “Let me show you the power we could share.”

His mouth found that sensitive spot on my neck again, and when he bit down gently, I couldn’t stop the sound that escaped me. My knees felt weak, and only his body pressed against mine was keeping me

upright.

“You’re mine, Clara,” he said, his voice possessive and certain. “Your wolf knows it, your body knows it. Stop fighting what’s meant to be.”

His hands were everywhere now, touching, claiming. I felt like I was coming apart under his touch, like

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every nerve ending was on fire. The pull betweenus was so strong now that it felt like drowning, like being swept away by a current I couldn’t fight.

“Lucien, I-” I started to say, but the words were lost when his mouth claimed mine again, hungrier than

before.

His hand slid higher under my shirt, and when his fingers found my bra, I felt a jolt of electricity run through. me. This was getting dangerous, moving toward a point I wasn’t sure I was ready for.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with desire. “So perfect, so powerful. We could rule together, Clara. We could have everything.”

His touch was becoming more demanding. With practiced ease, he pushed my shirt up, his mouth trailing hot kisses down to where his hands had been exploring. I gasped when he found the sensitive skin just above my bra, his tongue making patterns that had my entire body arching toward him.

“That’s it,” he whispered against my heated skin. “Let yourself feel this. Stop fighting what your body

already knows.”

My hands fisted in his hair as he continued, every touch sending shockwaves through me. I could feel my resolve crumbling with each kiss, each caress. The pull between us was so intense it felt like a physical force, overwhelming every rational thought.

His hands were skilled, knowing exactly where to touch to make me gasp, to make me forget everything except what he was making me feel. When he pushed my bra aside, I should have protested, should have stopped him, but all I could do was arch into his touch

His fingers closed around my bare breast, warm and possessive, and his mouth soon followed. He took my n****e between his lips, tongue flicking, sucking just enough to make me cry out, back arching hard

into him.

“You feel so right,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “Like you were made for this, made for me.” The heat building inside me was unlike anything I’d ever felt. it felt primal, like my very essence was responding to his in ways I couldn’t control or understand. My wolf was practically purring with pleasure,

r completely overwhelmed by his closeness and touch.

His mouth moved lower, and when he found what he’d been teasing–his lips closing over my stiff, aching n****e–I couldn’t stop the cry that escaped me. “Ahh–nnnh!” My body was betraying me completely now, responding to him in ways that had nothing to do with choice and everything to do with whatever bond he kept talking about.

“So perfect,” he murmured, his breath hot against my skin. “I want to show you everything, Clara. I want to make you understand what we could have together.”

His other hand began moving lower, finding the waistband of my pants, and reality tried to break through the haze. This was going too far, happening too fast, but my body didn’t seem to care about logic anymore. “Let me show you how good this can be,” he whispered, his fingers beginning to work at my clothing. “Let

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me prove to you that what we have is real.”

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