Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 34

CHAPTER 31

Clara’s POV

I should’ve slapped him. Should’ve slammed him back into his oversized desk and reminded him exactly who the hell I was. I wasn’t some trembling omega aching for praise. I wasn’t here to blush and stammer was here to tear him apart for what he did.

But the moment his breath hit my skin, something in me lit up.

The air between us felt electric, tense and thick like it might crack open at any second. He didn’t touch me. Not yet. Just leaned in, close enough that I could feel his heat pressing against mine, arms planted on either side of me like a cage.

Although my breath hitched and I felt my pulse pounding in my throat, I didn’t falter.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” I shot back, forcing the words out, laced with venom, but it was the kind of venom that tasted sweet, almost like invitation.

Darius smiled.

That smug, infuriating curve of his mouth again. But this time, it wasn’t mocking. It was possessive. Carnal. His eyes dipped lower, past my throat, down to where my breasts rose and fell with each erratic breath.

“I will,” he said simply.

He moved so suddenly I didn’t even register it until his fingers were in my hair, fisting a handful and yanking my head back. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to make me gasp, to force my eyes up to

meet his.

I saw it: heat, tension, intent.

“Still angry?” he murmured, his grip flexing. “Good. Stay that way. You’re more interesting when you fight.”

I jerked my hands up, shoving at his chest, but he didn’t budge.

His other hand slid down my spine and anchored at the small of my back, dragging me against him. I could feel his c**k through his pants–hard, thick, impossible to ignore.

His grip in my hair tightened, his other hand sliding to the small of my back and pulling me flush against

the heat of him.

“You crossed a line,” I hissed.

His mouth twisted into something feral.

“Which one?” he said. “The line where I watched you outsmart my top men? The one where I realized you’d already earned every second of my attention? Or the one where I decided I needed to see what you’d do when I made you lose control?”

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Every word stoked the heat in my gut. My hands balled into fists.

“You’re disgusting”

“You’re wet,” he countered, voice low and dangerous “And it’s not from the river”

I tried to turn away, to break the moment, but he didn’t let me. Then his mouth crashed into mine with no hesitation, no buildup.

It wasn’t a kiss. It was a challenge. A claim.

And I kissed him back–not because I surrendered, but because I wanted to devour him. I bit down on his lip hard enough to draw blood. He groaned against my mouth, and it wasn’t from pain–it was pure, growling hunger.

His hands gripped tighter. His mouth was fire. My own body betrayed me with how it arched into him, how I clawed at his shirt like I wanted him even closer.

He broke the kiss with a growl, breath hot against my cheek.

Before I could blink, he spun me around and bent me over the desk. The wood bit into the backs of my thighs. My hands slammed against the surface to brace myself.

He pressed against my back, his c**k grinding against my ass through our clothes.

“You want to challenge me,” he rasped, pressing against my back, grinding his hard c**k against my ass

through our clothes. “You want to fight me. Fine. But you’re going to learn what happens when you provoke

your Alpha when you’ve barely joined the pack. Let’s see how long you last once I give you what you’re

begging for.”

I bit back a moan, hating how easily the sound slipped from my throat. Hating how my thighs clenched at the promise in his voice. But I couldn’t stop the shiver that rippled down my spine.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him reach for something on the desk. A tie. His tie–black silk, discarded probably from earlier meetings.

Before I could curse him out, he grabbed my wrists and yanked them behind my back.. In seconds, the cool silk was wrapped tight around them, locking me in place–firm but not tight enough to hurt me.

I pulled against it but it didn’t budge.

“You’ll stay exactly where I put you,” he said, voice low and sharp as a blade.

“You really think you’re in control?” I snapped, twisting in the bonds.

His hands were already moving, grazing the edge of the drawer. I heard it slide open behind me.

“I know I am,” he said, and something soft brushed against my cheek. “This might help remind you.”

A smooth piece of cloth slid across my face–the moment I felt it, my body tensed.

“Don’t you fucking dare-”

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He tied it anyway. Pulled the blindfold tight across my eyes, securing it behind my head like he didn’t even

hear me.

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