The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 270

Chapter 270: His To-Do List: Serena

Here is a list of things Dexmon intended to do: Serena.

He locked the door to their chambers, the sound of the bolt sliding home. Then he looked at her, and every intelligent thing he had planned to say evaporated like spit on a forge.

He crossed the room in three strides.

His mouth found hers before she could speak, and the kiss was different from every kiss that had come before it.

His hand fisted in her hair at the base of her skull, angling her mouth under his. She tasted like adrenaline and the word mine.

He had lost her tonight, searched for her in a dark forest with his wolf howling her name, found her, watched her dismantle a conspiracy, and was now putting his hands on her because the alternative didn’t exist.

He pulled the tie from her hair and it fell, white and heavy, down her back.

He unzipped her training suit then pulled it down, off her body. Her hands found the zipper in his training suit too, and she pulled it down.

His thumbs brushed her nipples. Serena gasped, arching into him. Dexmon groaned, low and rough, cupping her breasts fully, squeezing, thumbs circling the sensitive peaks until her knees weakened.

"These are mine," he growled against her throat. "Every fucking inch of you is mine."

Then his mouth was on her neck, on her mark, and the sound she made was quiet and wrecked and exactly what he needed to hear.

He lifted her. Her legs wrapped around him, and he carried her to the bed with the urgency of a man who had been patient long enough and was finished with it.

As he carried her, the hard length of his cock pressed against her core through the last thin layer of fabric.

Every step ground him against her, teasing, promising. Serena rocked her hips instinctively, chasing friction, and Dexmon hissed a curse, fingers digging into her ass hard enough to bruise.

Her thighs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, and the friction drew a groan from his chest that vibrated against her collarbone.

"Keep doing that and I won’t make it to the bed."

He laid her down. Covered her body with his, weight settling over her, chest to chest, and her hands found his jaw and held his face above hers and looked at him with an expression that warmed his chest.

"You terrify me. And I’m starting to think you like it." He kissed her harder.

She smiled against his mouth. The real smile. The one she saved for rooms with locked doors and firelight and the man whose body she knew the way she knew language: fluently, instinctively, without needing to think.

"I meant it when I said I’ll protect you, Dex."

Dexmon laughed on her lips. "I’m an Alpha with a dragon, a wolf, and an army. You realize that, right?"

"And?"

"Serena Drakenfell. Protector of Alphas. Slayer of kingdoms. Can’t open a jar."

She started laughing. He pressed his forehead to hers. Neither of them moved. Three seconds of absolute stillness where nothing existed except her breath on his mouth and the terrifying certainty that he would do anything she asked. Anything. Without hesitation. Without condition.

Then he entered her slowly. Every instinct in his body screamed to move, but he held still, watching her face, waiting for her to breathe.

The stretch of him burned and felt good at the same time. Her walls tightened as he sank deeper, filling her completely.

His forehead dropped to hers, breath ragged. Her back arched off the mattress, her lips parting on a breath that carried his name in a register that made his vision blur.

"Fuck, baby..."

He moved with deep, rolling strokes, grinding against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes.

Every thrust dragged a needy sound from her throat. Through the matebond he felt her pleasure echoing back. The intensity was already threatening to end this before it started, and he wanted this to last, needed it to last.

Her hips answered his. Her hands found his shoulders, his back, his hair. She pulled him closer, deeper, and the sound that tore from his chest was low and desperate and belonged to a man who had stopped pretending he was in control of anything the moment she wrapped her legs around him.

"Harder."

The word detonated through his restraint. His pace broke, rebuilt, accelerated. Each thrust drove deeper, claiming her. The bed creaked violently beneath them.

Sweat traced the line of his spine. He pinned her to the mattress, holding her exactly where he wanted her. She couldn’t move, but she didn’t want to.

The matebond fed her every sensation to him. "Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel you break."

Her climax began building through the matebond before her body showed it. He felt the pressure mounting in her, a wave gathering height.

Dexmon groaned, hips stuttering as her pulsing heat dragged him over the edge with her, pumping her full of heat.

Her legs locked around him, pulling him deeper, refusing to let him withdraw. Her entire body clenched, trembling, wrung out, still pulsing around him in waves that made his vision white at the edges.

Then her eyes flared gold, and Dexmon’s mirrored in answer. Both of their wolves surged.

They struck at the same time. Neither of them understood what was happening until their fangs were already in each other.

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