The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: Dex Took Her To Church On A Rock

Dex carried her to a large rock sitting on the shore.

The stone was sun-warm against her back, and his mouth was hot against her throat, and between the two of them she was burning from both directions.

He pulled her dress up, and ripped her thong off completely.

The fabric didn’t stand a chance. He pocketed it like it belonged to him now. Because it did.

His mouth was on her clit before she realized what was happening. Or before she could process the fact she was on a rock in middle of the day and completely exposed.

His hands pinned her thighs apart, holding her open to the daylight and his mouth like neither required her permission.

Her back arched off the rock. The sun warmed her skin everywhere he wasn’t touching, and the contrast made her hypersensitive.

A strange, frantic heat began to coil in the base of her spine, a rhythmic humming in her blood that she couldn’t quiet.

An involuntary vibration in her chest, that answered to Dex and only Dex.

The world began to blur at the edges, the roar of the waterfall silenced in her mind by the demanding pulse between her thighs.

"Dex... Oh gods."

Every nerve ending was screaming, caught in the suffocating tension of the heartbeat before a lightning strike.

Then it hit.

A tectonic force of pleasure tore through her. Her eyes flashed gold and her thighs clamped around his head.

He groaned into her like that was exactly what he wanted.

For several heartbeats, there was no sun, no rock, and no waterfall. Only a name. His name. And she was moaning it without thought.

Through the haze, she felt his pure triumph. A dark, possessive tide of need washing through their matebond, claiming parts of her that her mind hadn’t surrendered yet.

She lay there for a second, lungs burning and skin humming, completely spent and exposed to the open sky.

Entirely unaware that the apex predator between her legs was only just getting started.

Dex stood, then without word or warning flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her on the rock, face down, ass up.

His pants were down in a blur. Not all the way, he didn’t make it that far.

He began to push himself inside of her. But only made it about half way with how tight she was. She winced at the sting.

Her body fought him on instinct, tightening against the intrusion, and he held her hip with one hand, firm and unmoving, waiting for her to lose that fight.

He could feel her stretching to take him with the same resistance as earlier in the courthouse. It was wet, warm, and so tight that his vision darkened.

"Dex..."

He pulled out and pushed in again, getting further. She whimpered.

"Breathe," he said, voice wrecked. "You’re so fucking tight."

He spread her open with both hands, shameless, adjusting the angle so the next thrust would finish what the last one started. She gasped at the exposure more than the stretch.

He slammed in again. The sight of her like this, pinned and taking every inch of him, made something feral crack open in his chest.

His eyes flashed gold for a half second before he blinked it back.

Dex’s hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back just enough that her throat stretched and her mouth fell open. He didn’t tell her to be quiet. He wanted to hear every sound he forced out of her.

And his cock went into her again with brutal force.

"That’s it."

He started moving faster, hips jackknifing forward.

He didn’t ease up. He couldn’t. She was too tight, too warm, and the sound she made every time he bottomed out was going to be the thing that killed him.

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