Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 55

Clara’s POV

My head slammed back against the wall as he fucked into me harder. My moan came out strangled, caught in my throat, torn between pain and pleasure. His hand gripped my hip tight enough to bruise. His other arm braced beside my head, trapping me between the cold wall and his heat.

I clawed at his back, fingernails scoring down his spine. I wanted to draw blood and make him remember this moment every time he looked in the mirror. He hissed but didn’t slow. If anything, it spurred him on.

He kissed me again, but it wasn’t a kiss–it was all teeth. His mouth crushed against mine, tongue fucking its way past my lips as if he meant to own me from the inside out. My thighs were tight around his waist, ankles crossed, holding him there. He tried to pull back. I didn’t let him.

“You’re fighting me,” he growled into my mouth.

“I’m fucking you,” I shot back. “There’s a difference.”

He yanked my hips forward, slamming me deeper onto his c**k, forcing a cry from me that was too real. His rhythm went brutal. I choked on a gasp, body arching, hands scrabbling for something solid. I felt him deep–too deep–and he wasn’t slowing down.

The table hadn’t survived. It lay behind us, wrecked and forgotten. Now he had me pinned against the wall like he couldn’t bear an inch of space between us. And I felt the edge coming. Not just mine. His. Ours.

But I wouldn’t break first.

Not yet.

I didn’t know what time was anymore. My body moved on instinct–grinding, clawing, gasping. He fucked me like a war, hard and deep, every thrust a demand I refused to answer.

“Say my name,” he growled, again.

“No,” I said through clenched teeth, jaw tight, hair soaked against my neck.

His hands grabbed under my ass and lifted me up, driving in from below. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to hold on as he bounced me on his c**k like he was trying to fuck the name out of me. My thighs burned. My moans turned guttural.

The sound of him slamming into me echoed off the walls. I felt every inch of him, thick and pulsing with frustration. His c**k dragged against every sensitive spot inside me, teasing the edge over and over.

“You don’t get to hold out,” he growled.

“I do,” I gasped, hips moving with his now, grinding hard. “And I will.”

He turned us again, slammed me against the nearest wall. The plaster cracked behind my shoulders. My back scraped, my legs locked around his waist.

1/4

< CHAPTERS,

+25 Points

He thrust up into me, brutal and sharp, until my vision blurred. I felt the orgasm building–hot, thick, heavy between my legs–but I locked it down.

Not yet, I told myself. I wouldn’t give him the win.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “You’re trying to break me.”

“I don’t have to try,” I said into his ear. “You’re already cracked.”

He pulled out suddenly and flipped me around before I could breathe. My chest hit the wall, his hand in my hair, the other guiding his c**k back between my legs.

He entered again in one ruthless stroke.

I cried out.

He rammed into me, fast and deep, over and over, hips slamming into my ass with every thrust. My hands scraped the wall. His fingers slid between my thighs again, worked my clit in tight, perfect circles. I almost

buckled.

My legs trembled. My moans came in broken gasps.

But I held the edge.

So did he.

Neither of us gave in. We kept riding that razor line, hovering right at the brink of madness, bodies locked, drenched in sweat, desperate to win something neither of us could name.

He grabbed my throat again, just enough pressure to make me freeze.

“You feel it,” he said. “Say it.”

“No.”

We didn’t stop.

He fucked me against that wall like it was the only thing that kept him upright, like if he let go, the world

would fall apart.

And I gave it right back.

Teeth bared. Body shaking. Orgasm threatening with every thrust but never allowed to break free.

We were both so close it hurt.

But neither of us would fall first.

We were both shaking. My cheek was against the wall, his chest slick against my back, and we hadn’t stopped moving. His c**k drove into me with a punishing rhythm, his hand tight on my throat, the other locked around my waist to hold me still as I started to come apart again.

This time, I couldn’t stop it.

CHAPTER 52

+25 Ports

The orgasm ripped through me, sudden and violent, stealing the strength from my legs. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. Just breath. Just tremble. Just everything I’d tried to hold back.

I felt myself clamp down around his c**k, hard, wet, relentless.

He cursed, voice breaking.

I reached back, grabbed his hair, pulled him close. “Come in me,” I said, low and final.

He growled like an animal and gave in.

His body slammed into mine, pinning me to the wall as he drove himself deep and spilled inside me. I could feel every pulse, every twitch, every drop. His hands gripped too tight. His breath hitched against my ear, my name torn from his throat like it hurt to say.

I didn’t say his.

Not once.

When it was over, we both stayed there with bodies tangled, hearts pounding, air thick and broken.

Then I pushed him back.

His c**k slid out of me slowly, cum running down my thighs. I turned, unsteady but proud, and walked past him without a word. He watched me like he didn’t know what to say. Like he’d never been this bare before.

I found my clothes scattered across the floor. I dressed slowly, letting him see every inch disappear beneath fabric he hadn’t earned the right to touch again.

He stayed half–naked, chest rising, belt hanging loose, hair a mess, eyes unreadable.

“This changes nothing,” I said, pulling on my pants. “I still won’t be your pawn.”

Darius leaned against the wall, watching me dress with hooded eyes. “And I still won’t apologize for doing what I thought was right for the pack.”

“Then we understand each other.” I finished dressing and moved toward the door.

This time he didn’t stop me.

“Clara,” he called as my hand touched the handle.

I paused but didn’t turn.

“Next time you decide to play dead, give me a warning.”

I glanced back over my shoulder, a small smile playing at my lips despite everything. “Where would be the

fun in that, Alpha?”

Comments

Vote

137