Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 35

CHAPTER 32

Clara’s POV

“You’re dripping, Clara,” he said, voice low, unhurried. “And I haven’t even touched your cunt yet.”

My hands balled into fists behind my back, bound tight in silk. My breathing was getting shallower, but I refused to show it.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” I snapped.

He laughed, low and sharp. “I don’t need to.”

A moment later, something hot and wet traced a slow, maddening line up the inside of my thigh. My breath hitched. My knees wobbled.

Then his mouth closed over my clit without warning–hot, rough, and deliberate.

I screamed.

It wasn’t pain. It wasn’t pleasure.

It was the fact that he did it so well.

His tongue licked me with slow, devastating strokes–teasing circles, then sharp flicks. My body betrayed me with every moan I swallowed, every twitch I couldn’t control.

I fought it. Bit my lip. Dug my nails into my own palms.

He gripped my thighs, pulling me back into his mouth. Devouring me like he was starving. His tongue slid

between my folds, tasting everything.

“Darius-“I gasped, not even sure what I was about to say–stop or more.

He pulled back.

The loss made me jerk, involuntary. I hated myself for it.

“You want to come already?” he asked, voice drenched in smug.

I didn’t answer. Didn’t move.

He didn’t wait.

Two thick fingers shoved inside me without warning. My body stretched around them, clenching hard. He curled them just right, hitting that spot inside me like he already had a map.

I choked on a sound. My knees buckled, but he held me up with one arm while he kept thrusting his fingers, fucking me open and rubbing circles over my clit with his thumb.

“Say it,” he growled. “Say you need your Alpha.”

I grit my teeth. Shook my head. No fucking way.

CHAPTER 32

Another slap hit my ass–harder this time, sharp and stinging. My back arched instinctively.

“Say it.”

“You’ll die waiting,” I snarled.

He shoved his fingers deeper. My p***y clenched. My breath caught.

“Say it.”

“I need-“I gasped, then bit it off.

He stopped moving.

Clar

My body howled at the stillness. My hips tried to rock back into him, chase what he took away. He didn’t

move.

“I can stand here all day,” he said calmly. “But your p***y? She’s already begging.”

I stayed silent. Five seconds. Ten.

Then I broke.

“I need you,” I spat. “I need my Alpha.”

“Good girl,” he growled.

And then his mouth was on me again–ruthless now, tongue flicking over my clit as his fingers fucked me

harder, faster.

I shattered.

The orgasm ripped through me like a fuse snapping. My whole body trembled, twisted, came undone against the desk, my scream raw and broken.

But he didn’t stop.

My body hadn’t even finished spasming when his tongue was back on me–ruthless and hungry, dragging another orgasm out of me whether I wanted it or not.

“Darius–fuck-” I hissed through clenched teeth, writhing against the desk.

My p***y clenched around his fingers, still buried deep. He twisted them, scissored them, then curled them again just right, hitting that perfect spot over and over and over until I couldn’t breathe.

“Still so tight,” he growled between licks. “Still trying to hold on.”

His thumb pressed harder on my clit, rubbing fast tight circles as his mouth covered my folds, tongue licking up every drop of my last orgasm like he wanted to own all of it. I twisted in my binds, straining, half–sobbing, half–snapping.

“Stop–stop fucking teasing-”

“You said you needed your Alpha,” he said, voice ragged. “So you’re going to take everything I give you.”

CHAPTER I

Claim

His fingers fucked me harder, faster, slick and unforgiving. My legs were shaking. My cunt was dripping, gushing. His mouth sealed over my clit again, sucking just right, his tongue flicking, swirling, destroying

1. me.

I came again. I screamed it this time. A sound that scraped from my throat, torn and involuntary.

“FUCK–fuck!”

He didn’t stop.

I was shivering against the desk, gasping for breath. My vision was still gone–blindfold locked in place, the world reduced to touch and sound and scent. I could feel the heat of him behind me. His growl rumbling against my thighs. My own slick running down my legs, coating his hand.

“You taste fucking perfect when you’re fighting me,” he muttered.

Then he stood. Stepped back. I heard the wet sound of his fingers dragging down my folds as he pulled them out. I was still clenching, still twitching, still ruined.

But I wasn’t done.

“You think this means you’ve won?” I spat, breathless but defiant.

He let out a low laugh. It vibrated in the air behind me.

“No,” he said. “This was just the warm–up.”

He untied the silk from my wrists. My arms dropped, limp, but before I could catch my breath, he flipped

me over–fast and hard.

My bare back hit the cold wood of the desk, legs still dangling over the edge, blindfold still on. I reached to rip it off, but he caught my wrist and slammed it back down.

“Don’t touch,” he snarled.

I growled in frustration.

“Fucking coward. Can’t even look me in the eyes while you-”

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