Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 61

Clara’s POV

The taste of him filled my mouth, heavy, hot, sharp with salt and power. My lips stretched wide as I took more, inch by inch, my throat adjusting with each slow push of his hips.

His hands cradled my head–not tender, not cruel, but firm, claiming space and control the way an Alpha does when he knows you want to be taken. When you’ve proven that you can handle it.

I didn’t flinch when he pressed deeper. I breathed through my nose, felt the twitch of his c**k on my tongue, and pushed forward on my own, swallowing him whole. It wasn’t easy.

My throat fought him, gagged once but I didn’t back off. I held him there, let him feel the struggle, let him feel me submit to it, and then I did it again.

The praise in his voice when he spoke–rough and low–lit something inside me. Not shame. Satisfaction. I had him unraveling, and I wanted more.

One of my hands stayed braced on his thigh, the other slipping between my legs. I pressed my palm hard against the damp fabric of my shorts and rubbed tight, grinding circles in rhythm with the thrusts into my mouth. I was already soaked, turned on from the fight, from training, from the thrill of having him watch me and want me like this.

I lost track of how long he fucked my throat. Long enough for my vision to blur, long enough for my jaw to ache and my cunt to throb. Long enough that when he said, “Swallow,” I was ready.

I felt it building–his breath hitching, the tension in his thighs, the twitch against my tongue. Then he came, hot and thick, flooding my throat.

I swallowed fast, breathing through my nose, letting him empty everything into me while I held him deep, hands digging into his skin to keep him rooted right where I wanted him.

When he finally pulled back, I gasped once and wiped my chin. My throat burned. My lips were swollen. My heart pounded.

I looked up at him and smiled.

“Ready to make me scream yet?”

His answer was to yank me to my feet and spin me around.

He bent me forward over the padded bench, and I let him, bracing myself as he pulled my shorts down

and off. The cool air kissed the slick heat between my thighs, and I knew he could see everything. I didn’t hide. I wanted him to look.

I heard his breath catch. Then nothing.

Then his mouth.

CHAPTER 57-1

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He was on his knees, and I felt the flat of his tongue part me, hot and rough, dragging through my folds with purpose. I jerked at the first contact, then melted forward over the bench, gripping the edge with both hands as his mouth worked me open.

He licked me with long strokes and short flicks, no pattern, no mercy. My thighs trembled, my hips rocked toward him, but he pinned me in place and kept going.

When he sucked my clit, my vision fractured. My legs almost gave out. The only thing that kept me upright was the pressure of his hands and the edge of the bench digging into my hips. I came hard, my orgasm tearing through me like lightning–no buildup, just fire and light and the brutal rush of being consumed.

I barely had time to recover before I felt his c**k press against me again without a warning.

He pushed in deep, fast, and I cried out, my body jolting as he filled me to the hilt in a single thrust. I clenched around him instinctively, and he cursed low behind me, gripping my hips hard as he started to

move.

Every thrust knocked the breath from my lungs. His pace was brutal, steady, overwhelming. I was still sensitive from the orgasm, every nerve raw, every motion electric. But I didn’t ask him to stop. I didn’t want

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