The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: He Said Deeper. She Said Oh Gods.

His finger slid back inside before the sting faded, and the transition from discipline to pleasure was so fast her body couldn’t decide which signal to prioritize.

"Did I say you could talk?" His voice dropped into a growl that carried the full weight of the Alpha underneath the man, the wolf underneath the king, the predator underneath every civilized layer Finnick Shadowclaw wore in public. He pushed a second finger inside her and curled both. She stiffened from the burn.

"You promised me. I followed you. And now you are going to give me this." His fingers pumped harder. His thumb pressed against her clit with a precision that was criminal. "You are going to be crowned in Shadowclaw. You are going to wear my pack’s mark and become one of us. Say it."

"Fin, I am already crowned in Drakenfell—"

Smack.

His fingers returned immediately, thrusting deeper, faster, the rhythm punishing and rewarding simultaneously.

"You already have my mark. It’s time you have a Shadowclaw crown on your head too."

"I—" Her voice broke on a moan she failed to suppress. "Fin, I don’t know how that would work—"

He pulled his fingers free. Both hands went to the hem of her chemise. He pulled it over her head in a single motion, the silk whispering against her skin as it left. The room’s cool air hit her body. A reminder that she was very much on all fours and very naked in front of him. She blushed.

He moved her off his lap, shifting her sideways onto the mattress until she was on all fours, her face positioned above him.

One of his hands stayed fisted in her hair, gentle but possessive, his fingers threaded through the white strands with a grip that communicated ownership rather than force. His other hand found her backside, rubbing slow, soothing circles over where he had just spanked.

"You have never done this before, have you?" he asked, but he already knew the answer. Through the matebond, he could feel her nervousness, the heat, the particular cocktail of curiosity and embarrassment that belonged to a woman encountering a first in bed and a woman who was shy still with him.

She shook her head. Her cheeks were flushed. Her green eyes were wide.

"Good." His mouth curved. "That means I get to teach you."

He tugged her hair just enough to lift her face, to bring her eyes to his, to establish the line of sight he wanted maintained.

"Open your mouth, baby."

She hesitated, very aware that she had no idea what she was doing, and Fin was very aware of the same thing, and the patience in his eyes made the blush worse, not better.

The hesitation lasted two seconds before his hand came down on her backside. Sharp. Precise.

"I said open."

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