Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 226

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Clara’s POV

Killian’s mouth twitched into a slow, devastating smile.

He growled something low and feral-something Alpha-his body tightening just before he let go. With a final thrust between the valley of my breasts, his c**k pulsed, and hot ropes of cum spilled across my chest, my collarbone, my lips. I licked him off my mouth without hesitation, watching the way his eyes darkened as I swallowed every drop I could catch.

Lucien grinned, his fingers brushing through the mess, lifting them to my mouth. “Suck.”

I obeyed without hesitation, taking his fingers in, humming as I cleaned them, my tongue wrapping around the taste of Killian. Lucien leaned down and kissed me, deep and dirty, tongue searching for what I hadn’t yet swallowed. His kiss was reverent and wild all at once, and I melted into it.

Behind me, I felt Darius’s hands again.

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Warm, strong, and possessive, sliding down my back, over my hips, spreading me open without shame. His fingers traced my slit, and I whimpered, feeling the slick mixture of all of them still leaking out of me.

“She’s still dripping,” he murmured. “Our cum’s leaking out of her like her body doesn’t want to waste a single drop.”

“She doesn’t,” Ronan said, his voice gravelly behind us. “She’s not finished yet.”

I turned my head toward Darius, meeting his eyes over my shoulder.

“Then do something about it.”

Darius didn’t wait.

He bent forward, his tongue diving into my folds, lapping up the mess between my legs as if he couldn’t bear the thought of wasting any of it. I cried out, hips jerking against Lucien’s chest, breasts still sticky with cum and saliva, Killian’s groans in my ear as he watched.

Darius devoured me like a man starved-licking up every drop, tracing his tongue over my clit, then plunging deeper, tasting the way they’d filled me. His fingers returned to my ass, stretching me again, preparing me for more, even though i was already so open I could barely breathe.

I trembled.

Ronan’s hands were next-one on my neck, one under my hips, lifting me slightly. I knew what was coming.

And I needed it.

He entered me again, sliding deep into my p***y in one smooth thrust that had me crying out, my back arching, hands scrabbling for anything to hold. He filled me so completely, hitting every sensitive spot Lucien had softened before, but still managing to feel brand new. My body clenched around him, greedy

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and desperate.

Darius didn’t stop.

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Even as Ronan fucked me from behind, Darius kept his mouth locked on my clit, tongue moving in sync with each thrust. The combination was devastating. I was already climbing again, body coiling, vision swimming.

Killian, ever insatiable, moved beside us again, c**k already hardening. “Hold her tits.”

Lucien obeyed, cupping my breasts from beneath, thumbs brushing over my n*****s, keeping them tight together.

Killian lowered his mouth and began to suck-one n****e, then the other, biting just enough to make me moan like I was being taken apart piece by piece.

Ronan grabbed my hair, twisting it in his fist, dragging my mouth to his. He kissed me roughly, claiming every inch of me, and his c**k never missing a beat. His voice rumbled against my lips.

“I’m going to fuck the brains out of you, Clara,” he said, panting into my mouth. “And then I’m going to fill you again, so deep you’ll still be dripping tomorrow.”

“Promise?” I gasped.

He smirked. “You won’t be able to walk.”

Then he fucked me harder.

Hard enough to shake the chaise. Hard enough to make Killian groan around my n****e. Hard enough that Darius had to brace me to keep me from falling over entirely.

But I didn’t want to fall. I wanted to fly.

The orgasm hit like a lightning strike, my body locking up, hips jerking, my walls clenching so tightly Ronan swore out loud. I squirted again, the force of it splashing against Darius’s face, Ronan’s thighs, the

cushions beneath me.

And still, I wanted more.

Ronan pulled out, groaning, only for Killian to step in.

He knelt again between my legs and licked me clean, slowly, lovingly, until I was shaking. Then, without warning, he flipped me back over his lap and slammed into me from behind.

I screamed.

He fucked me with all the force of a storm-one hand wrapped around my throat, the other locked on my hip, thrusting into me so hard my body rocked forward again and again. My eyes rolled back. My hands dug into the chaise.

Lucien moved in front of me and dropped to his knees, guiding my t**s together again. “Killian. Finish here.

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Killian slid out and into the space between my breasts, fucking them again while Lucien held them tight.

His c**k was slick with my juices, the friction unbearable. Each time he thrust forward, the head of his c**k hit my lips, and I opened to take him in, moaning, eyes locked on his. I sucked him every time he came close, tasting myself, his pre-cum, the salt of earlier orgasms.

I couldn’t stop.

Killian’s hips stuttered and he growled.

“Take it,” he commanded.

And I did.

He came again-hot, thick ropes painting my chest, my neck, my chin. I moaned, licking him clean, his breath ragged as he groaned above me.

Then Lucien returned.

He lifted me gently, laying me flat on the chaise, and crawled over me like I was his offering. His eyes searched mine.

“I want to cum inside you again,” he said, voice shaking.

“Then do it,” I whispered.

He entered me slowly, deeply, his forehead pressed to mine. His thrusts were long and tender, hands

stroking every inch of my body like he was trying to memorize me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my

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