The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 387

Chapter 387: The Safe Word Was Not Fin

He took control completely, setting the pace, lifting her then pushing her down so she felt every inch of him on every stroke.

The pace increased, his hands controlling the speed, her body responding to the direction with a compliance that the matebond was rewarding with pulses of his pleasure feeding into hers.

"Rub your clit while you ride it just like this." His hand landed on her ass again. "I want to feel you cum all over my cock."

Her face went red. The instruction landed on the part of her that was shy. Openly touching herself, in this position, with Fin watching from behind made her shy. She had done that once with Dex in that permanently deleted memory she shall not name and hadn’t done it since.

She hesitated. Her rhythm faltered.

Fin’s eyes narrowed.

SMACK.

The spank was sharp, loud, landing with enough force to jolt her entire body forward.

"I said touch yourself." SMACK. SMACK. Two more, harder, the sound cracking through the room. "Bad girl. Do not make me repeat myself."

He grabbed her wrist. His grip was firm, unyielding, and he guided her hand down between her legs, pressing her own fingers against her swollen clit.

"Rub." The word was a command carved from stone. "I want to feel you playing with that clit while you fuck yourself on me."

Still burning with embarrassment, Serena started moving her fingers. Shy. Tentative. Small circles that were more gesture than commitment.

SMACK. SMACK.

Two more landed hard on skin that was already stinging.

Before she could respond, his hands spread her wider. She heard him bring his thumb to his mouth. Felt the wet pressure a moment later, firm and deliberate, pressing against the tight ring of muscle behind where he was buried inside her.

She stiffened, gasping.

"Because you hesitated," he said, voice pure command, "this ass is getting used too."

He pushed his thumb past the resistance. Slow. Steady. The sudden fullness of both made her gasp so sharply the sound could have cut glass.

Her body jolted. Every muscle seized. Her pussy clenched around him so hard that the noise it pulled from Fin was involuntary and raw.

"That’s right." His voice was rough with the effort of holding still while her body adjusted to the intrusion. "You can blush and act shy all you want. But this ass is mine now."

He started moving his thumb. Slow, shallow thrusts, timed to her riding, the dual rhythm producing a sensation that was overwhelming in its completeness. His other hand came down on her backside again.

"Move your hand faster on your clit. Now."

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