The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414: Bounced On His Cock After Fifteen Shifts

She woke in his bed.

The bath was a memory. The sheets were warm.

Dex was beside her. On his side, facing her, one arm draped across her waist, his breathing steady and deep. Asleep.

She watched him for a moment. The firelight caught the angles of his face, softening the jaw that spent its waking hours clenched, smoothing the brow that spent its waking hours calculating. Asleep, Dexmon Drakenfell looked younger. Less guarded.

She shifted closer. The movement was small, instinctive, the gravitational pull of a woman towards the warmth that made her feel safe. Her thigh brushed his. Her hip pressed against his hand.

His eyes opened.

The transition from sleep to awareness was instant, zero to Alpha in under a second, his pupils adjusting to the low light and finding her face with the precision of a predator whose senses never fully powered down.

Then the gold softened. He saw her. Just her. And the predator became the man who held her in bathwater and kissed her hiccups.

"Hey," he said, his voice rough with sleep.

"Hey."

His thumb traced a slow circle on her hip. The circle was idle, absentminded, the unconscious movement of a hand that knew her body and touched it without requiring permission from his brain.

Serena felt his emotions shift through the matebond. The sleepy warmth changed temperature. Heated. Deepened. His thumb stopped circling and pressed, his fingers spreading across her hip, gripping with a pressure that was still gentle and was rapidly becoming less so.

She blushed.

Dex felt the blush through the matebond and his blood rushed south with a speed that should have been embarrassing and was instead gratifying, because her shyness was the thing that undid him every time. She had been his for months and she was still timid with him. Still flushed when he touched her. Still caught her breath when his hands moved. The newness of her had never worn off because the newness was who she was, and who she was made his wolf want to devour her.

He shifted his hips and pushed into her.

Her breath hitched sharply, her face pressing against his neck, her fingers curling into his shoulders. The sound was small, involuntary, caught between surprise and sensation.

"That’s it." His voice dropped to the register that lived between tenderness and command. "Take me, baby."

She winced. Sore was insufficient as a word. The stretch burned in a way that reminded her she had been doing this for a matter of months and her body was still learning the shape of him. Fifteen shifts, forty-seven minutes of blade training, and hours of emotional collapse had left every muscle in her body protesting, and the muscles between her thighs were joining the protest with particular emphasis. She breathed through it.

She pulled back from his neck, looking him in the eyes. Green finding gold. His jaw tightened at whatever he saw in her face, the flicker of pain that she was trying to mask and the matebond was delivering uncensored.

He pulled out slowly. Pushed in. Slow, measured, controlled. Again. Again. Four careful strokes, each one deeper than the last, until he was fully seated inside her and her breath was coming in short, shallow bursts that said the stretch was still burning and the burning was still present and the present was starting to blur.

His hands found her hips. Lifted. He started bouncing her on his cock, the rhythm building rapidly, each downward stroke sending two messages at once. The first was pain, the dull ache of muscles that had never fully recovered from the last time. The second was pleasure, building beneath the soreness the way heat builds beneath bruised skin, and her body could not decide which signal to prioritize, so it processed both simultaneously.

"That’s it. Take me deeper. I want to feel you shake every time you drop down on my cock."

At a point she could never identify afterward, the ache stopped mattering. She could not pinpoint the exact thrust where pain became background noise and the pressure building low in her core took over, but the transition happened, and once it did, her hips started moving on their own.

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