Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 28

CHAPTER 25-1

Clara’s POV

His golden eyes held mine captive as his thumb traced my lower lip, the touch barely there but burning all the same. His gaze dropped to follow the movement, lingering on my mouth with an intensity that made my lips part involuntarily.

Every brush of his fingers felt like permission granted. Every moment he pulled away felt like punishment. I found myself leaning into his touch, chasing it when it retreated.

His free hand came up to cup my cheek, his palm warm against my skin. His thumb brushed across my cheekbone, then down to the corner of my mouth.

When I darted my tongue out to wet my dry lips, it grazed his thumb accidentally. The small contact sent

another wave of heat through me, and a low sound escaped my throat before I could stop it.

Darius’s eyes flashed at the noise, his jaw tightening visibly. His hand slid back into my hair, fingers

tangling in the strands that had escaped my braid during our fight. The slight pressure against my scalp

sent shivers cascading down my neck.

He moved behind me again, both hands finding my waist this time. His grip was firm, possessive. I could

feel each individual finger pressing into my sides, holding me in place. My training shirt had ridden up

slightly, allowing his thumbs to brush the bare skin just above the waistband of my pants.

wolf whined, pushing at the

That small skin to skin contact was almost more than I could bear. boundaries of my control. Every instinct urged me to arch my back, to press into his touch, to offer more of myself to this dominant male who seemed intent on claiming me inch by excruciating inch.

He leaned down, his chest pressing against my back, the solid wall of him surrounding me completely. His breath fanned hot against my ear, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.

“You fight so hard against what you want,” he whispered, his lips brushing the shell of my ear with each

word. “Why?”

One of his hands slid beneath the hem of my training shirt, his palm flat against my stomach. My muscles jumped under his touch, clenching and releasing as his fingers spread across my abdomen. He didn’t go higher, didn’t cross any lines, but the promise was there. The possibility hung in the air between us, heavy

and intoxicating.

The rough pad of his thumb traced small circles just below my navel, each rotation dipping slightly lower than the last. Not enough to be inappropriate, but enough to make my imagination run wild with thoughts

of where those skilled fingers could go. What they could do to me.

I was scared to admit but damn, was I horny as fuck. And although I may not be a fan of mixing business with pleasure, I wanted to mix it in this case.

I bit my lip to keep me from making a sound, the sharp pain a counterpoint to the pleasure building within

CHAPTER 25.

Claim

1. me. It didn’t help. A soft moan escaped anyway, the sound embarrassingly needy even to my own ears.

My wolf was just as eager as I was, pacing restlessly beneath my skin, urging me to press back against him, to tilt my head and expose my neck again. To surrender completely to whatever he wanted to take.

His other hand tightened on my hip, his fingers digging into the curve where my thigh met my body. So

close to where I ached for him, yet not nearly close enough. The dual sensation of his hands–one on my

stomach, one gripping my hip–made me dizzy with want.

My body was betraying me in every way possible. I was wet, throbbing, desperate for more than these

calculated touches. If he’d told me to beg right then, I might have. The thought should have horrified me.

Instead, it sent another wave of heat through my core.

I shifted slightly, pressing back against him, tilting my hips to guide his hand lower and making my desire

clear all the same without uttering a word.

Suddenly, his hands stilled.

For a long moment, he didn’t move at all. I could feel the tension in his body, the rigidity of the muscles pressed against my back. His breathing had changed, grown deeper, less controlled. Against my lower back, I could feel the unmistakable evidence of his arousal, hard and ready to devour me, driving me to

cloud nine.

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CHAPTER 25-2

Then his lips brushed the side of my jaw, feather–light but searing. The slight rasp of stubble against my sensitive skin made me shiver.

“Clara,” he breathed, and my name in his mouth sounded like a prayer.

His nose traced a path down the side of my neck, inhaling deeply, taking in my scent like a wolf would. The primal gesture sent a fresh wave of heat through me. This was no human courtship. This was something older, rawer, more honest.

I trembled, barely breathing, my heart pounding so hard I was sure he could hear it. This was it. He was going to take me, right here on the training field. And god help me, I wanted him to.

Let him take it, I thought, surprising myself with how little I cared about the consequences. I wasn’t saving myself for anyone. I wasn’t afraid of what would happen if he saw all of me, claimed all of me.

His hand drifted higher under my shirt, stopping just below my breast. I could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of my sports bra, not quite touching but close enough that my skin prickled with anticipation.

His other hand tightened on my hip, pulling me more firmly against him, grinding his hardness against my lower back in a slow, deliberate movement that left no doubt about his intentions.

My breath came in short, sharp pants, my body trembling with need. The space between my thighs was slick, aching, empty. I wanted his hands there. His mouth. Anything to ease the building pressure that threatened to consume me.

His teeth grazed my earlobe, the slight pain a shock of pleasure that made me gasp. “What would you let

me do to you right now?” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “Where would you let me touch you?”

My mind flooded with images, his mouth on my breasts, his hands between my legs, his body moving

inside mine. The thought alone nearly made me come undone.

“Anywhere,” I whispered, the word a confession torn from some place deeper than thought. “Everywhere.”

He made a sound, half–groan, half–growl, that vibrated through my entire body. The hand below my breast

inched higher, his thumb finally, finally brushing the underside of the swell. I arched into the touch,

desperate for more.

Then, abruptly, he released me.

The sudden absence of his heat made me sway, nearly toppling forward. I caught myself, turning to look at

him in confusion.

Darius stood a few feet away, straightening his clothes like nothing had happened. His face was a mask again, all that raw hunger carefully concealed behind a wall of control. Only his eyes, still glowing with hints of gold, indicating his wolf’s underlying presence, and the unmistakable bulge in his training pants

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