Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 22

CHAPTER 20

Clara’s POV

His chest rose beneath mine with every breath, slow and steady like he had all the time in the

world. My hands were braced on either side of his shoulders, fingers curled into the firm muscle under his shirt. His body was hard. Solid. Way too warm.

And I was still straddling his lap.

I didn’t move. Couldn’t. The fall had knocked the breath out of me, but his eyes–those gleaming, dangerous gold eyes–held me in place more than anything else.

“You gonna let go of that folder,” he said, his voice low, rough silk, “or are you planning to keep pretending you came here for business?”

The folder was still clutched between us, mashed awkwardly to his chest. I hadn’t even realized I was still holding it.

“I-” I opened my mouth, but the words tangled in my throat. My skin was flushed. My thighs were pressed to his hips. I could feel the heat of him beneath me like fire licking through fabric. I wanted to move. I needed to. But every inch I shifted only made things worse.

“You weren’t even here,” I muttered, already hating how breathless I sounded.

“But I am now,” he said, eyes dropping to my mouth. “And look at that. Your breathing just changed.”

“I’m not here for you.”

His smile was slow. Not amused. Predatory.

“No?” he said. “Then why are you still sitting on my c**k?”

I stiffened. “I’m not-”

“You are,” he cut in, one hand coming up to brush hair back from my face. “And I don’t think you’re planning to move.”

I bit the inside of my cheek. He wasn’t wrong.

And I hated that part of me didn’t want to move. Not when he looked at me like that. Not when the pressure between my legs kept building, making it impossible to think straight.

“I shouldn’t feel this way,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re everything I should hate.”

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“But I’m everything your body wants,” he said.

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I hated how calm he was. How sure. Like he didn’t doubt for a second that I’d crumble for

him if he gave me the slightest push.

He reached up again, fingers trailing down the side of my neck. He didn’t squeeze, just touched–warm, slow, like he was getting to know my pulse with his thumb.

“Your heart’s racing.”

“Because you’re cornering me.”

He didn’t move. “No, Clara. You cornered yourself.”

His hand slid down between my breasts, resting right at the center of my chest. His palm was hot. I could feel every ridge of his fingers through my shirt.

“You could’ve gotten up. Could’ve thrown the folder in my face. Walked out.” His eyes flicked back up to mine. “But you stayed.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

His fingers trailed lower. My breath hitched. The moment he brushed the edge of my waistband, I felt it. All the tension I’d been trying to ignore coiled even tighter.

He moved his hand under my shirt, slow, deliberate. Skin to skin. I sucked in a breath as his fingers grazed up my stomach, stopping just beneath the line of my bra.

“I could take my time with you,” he murmured. “You’d let me. You’d let me drag it out. Make you beg for it.”

“You’re full of yourself.”

“No,” he said, his thumb grazing the underside of my breast, barely there. “I’m full of you.”

The ache between my legs pulsed harder. I tried to shift, to pull back, but his other hand slid to my hip and held me steady. That’s when I felt it–his… d**k. It felt hard, thick, and was straining beneath the fabric between us.

My body reacted before I could stop it. My thighs tensed. My hips tilted.

“You’re trembling,” he said, voice a little deeper now. “You feel that? That pressure building? You want to grind down on it? Let it press right against that needy little cunt until you soak my pants?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me with every breath, every small movement. His hand slid further, finally cupping my breast, thumb brushing over my n****e through the lace.

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I gasped, hands digging into his chest.

“There it is,” he whispered. “Sounded real pretty, too. Do it again.”

Oh, goddess.

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My whole body was buzzing, pulsing, heat spreading lower like I was coming undone from the inside out. I should’ve climbed off him. I should’ve slapped him.

But I didn’t. I just breathed faster.

He rolled my n****e slowly beneath his thumb, keeping his other hand firm on my hip to stop me from squirming.

“You think I haven’t noticed how sensitive you are?” he said. “This little body’s so easy to read. You’re begging and you haven’t even opened your mouth yet.”

I wanted to fight it. I wanted to keep control.

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