Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 54

CHAPTER 51

Clara’s POV

His tongue slid against mine, a fight neither of us wanted to win. I had his belt half undone, breath hot between us, and we were already past the point of no return.

I didn’t want soft. No sweet words. No careful hands.

I wanted to feel him crack.

He kissed like he meant to win, hands locking around my thighs, dragging me to the edge of the exam table. He spread my legs like he owned them.

“Still want to walk away?” he asked again, voice rough and low.

I didn’t answer. I bit his jaw, shoved his pants down, and his c**k sprang free–thick, ready, twitching with

tension I’d built.

I wrapped my fingers around it slowly, feeling the skin of his rock hard c**k against my fingers and his

breath hitched.

“Walk?” I said against his throat. “I run circles around you.”

My hand worked him just enough to leave him breathless. Then I slid off the table to my knees and dragged my tongue along the length of his d**k in a slow and punishing manner.

His hands hit the table behind me, gripping hard.

I took him into my mouth, deeper, until I felt him tense all over.

He reached for my hair.

I pulled back and gave him a look that stopped him cold. “Don’t touch. This part’s mine.”

His eyes burned.

I licked him again, then swallowed him down deep, letting my nails bite into his thighs. He twitched. A small, helpless sound slipped out of him.

“Clara–fuck-”

I pulled off, spit trailing down my chin. “No weak words,” I said. “You don’t get to fall apart yet.”

He looked wild yet caged.

I stood, bare skin prickling from the cold table behind me. I shoved him into the chair, and he let me without putting up a fight.

“You drug me and think you get to fuck your way back to control?” I climbed onto him, knees planted on either side of his legs. “Is that the plan?”

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“I think,” he said, voice like gravel, “you want to know how it feels when I stop holding back.”

I dropped down in one stroke, taking his whole c**k, sharp and deep.

He grunted.

I stayed there, chest against his, still as a wire pulled.

He tried to thrust up. I clamped down, warning him without a word.

“Sit still,” I said.

His jaw flexed.

“You’re going to feel every inch of what you tried to control. You don’t get to use me to fix your

He held still. Good.

Only when I felt the power shift–when he finally stopped pushing–did I start to move.

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mistakes.”

No rush. Just a rhythm that made him curse under his breath, teeth clenched, hands gripping the arms of the chair like they were the only thing keeping him from snapping.

I rode him slowly at first, watching his face with every grind, every twitch in his jaw as he held himself back. His d**k throbbed inside me, thick and pulsing with need he refused to show, and that only made me go slower. Just to punish him.

“Harder,” he growled, voice wrecked.

I didn’t move faster. I shifted, angle just right, muscles tightening around him as I leaned in close.

“You don’t get to give orders,” I whispered.

He bucked up once to challenge me. I slammed my hand into his chest and shoved him back into the

chair.

“Try that again, and I’ll leave you hard and alone,” I said flat, dead serious.

His nostrils flared. But he stayed still, even as I started to roll my hips again, rougher now. No moaning. No pretty rhythm. Just raw friction, my body dragging over his d**k in grinding thrusts that made both of us

breathe harder.

His hand clenched the armrest so tight I heard the wood creak.

“That’s right,” I said. “Feel it.”

I tightened around him again, watched the flicker of pain–pleasure break through his control.

Then I leaned forward, dragging my teeth across his neck, tongue following after. He tilted his head just slightly, just enough for me to bite the side of his throat hard enough to mark him.

He grunted, voice sharp. “You think you’re in control?”

“I know I am,” I said, biting his earlobe next.

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He moved then. Fast.

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One hand caught the back of my neck, the other yanked my hip forward, driving his c**k deeper with a thrust that punched breath from my lungs.

I gasped. Didn’t pull back.

He stood with me still wrapped around him, chair scraping across the floor, and shoved me back against the examination table. Supplies clattered and fell. Glass shattered somewhere behind me.

“You want control?” he said, face close, eyes dark with heat. “Then take it.”

I pushed off the table, slammed him against the wall instead. One arm across his throat, the other tangled

in his hair as I rolled my hips against him, taking what I wanted in hard, ruthless thrusts.

“You don’t get to give it to me,” I said through gritted teeth. “You lost it the second you drugged me.”

He grabbed my ass, slammed me down on him even harder. My whole body jolted.

He was punishing me. And I liked it.

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