The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434: Cum, Then Crisis

SHADOWCLAW — ALPHA’S STUDY

Serena had walked in for a reason that evaporated the moment Finnick Shadowclaw lifted her onto the desk, stepped between her legs, and started kissing her.

Her hands were in his hair.

His hands settled on her thighs, thumbs pressing into the soft inner muscle just hard enough to remind her he was there. He didn’t push higher. He just held the contact while his mouth found hers again, slow and thorough, like he had all the time in the world and intended to use every second of it on her.

His mouth was warm. His body was warm. Everything about Finnick Shadowclaw ran at a temperature that made her forget things, and the thing she was currently forgetting was whatever she had walked in to say, and the forgetting was comprehensive.

He hauled her closer to the edge of the desk. The shift forced her legs wider around his hips and the hard line of him pressed firmly against her heat.

Her fingers tightened in his hair when he rolled his hips against her. The friction was precise and intentional. Fin swallowed the sound she made and kept kissing her through it.

He pulled back.

"I missed you, baby." The words were rough against her lips.

Before she could answer, his lips were on hers again.

She started to giggle. The giggle was small, involuntary, produced by the specific combination of exhaustion and affection that only Finnick Shadowclaw could generate, because the man alternated between commanding armies and kissing her face like a puppy and the alternation was so disorienting that laughter was the only response her body could produce.

Then he sat down in his chair and pulled her with him, guiding her legs to either side of his hips so she straddled his lap fully.

The second she settled, he gripped her waist and rolled his hips up into her, slow, deliberate, letting her feel the hard length of him through her training suit.

His mouth claimed hers before she could breathe. The kiss turned heavier, hungrier, matching every upward roll of his hips. His hands moved to her ass, guiding the pace, holding her exactly where he wanted her. She met him stroke for stroke, sinking down as he pressed up, the friction slow and deliberate.

Then his breathing turned ragged, every exhale edged with a growl as he chased the friction like an animal.

"You’re going to cum for me just like this, baby. I feel it," he said against her lips, moving her faster.

He hauled her down harder and started thrusting up in a rapid, punishing rhythm, the friction turning fierce.

"Fin," she breathed. "Don’t stop."

"Cum for me. Right now," he said in an Alpha command.

Her orgasm crashed through her, full-body and helpless.

"That’s it. Give it to me," he groaned.

The door to his study swung open.

It didn’t register at first.

She was moaning, back arched, mid-orgasm, dry humping Fin for a good two seconds while his Gamma stood in the doorway. Only when the last tremor left her did he still, one hand still splayed possessively on her ass.

He looked up.

Serena turned her head, following his line of sight, and her face turned scarlet.

Immediately, she tried to stand from Fin’s lap. Fin’s arms locked.

The locking was absolute, casual, carrying the specific authority of a man whose mate was straddling him, and whose mate’s embarrassment was noted and overruled because Finnick Shadowclaw did not rearrange himself for the comfort of the person entering his study. The person entering his study could rearrange their expectations.

"Alpha, apologies for the interruption," Gamma Sharpe said from the doorway. "We received an update from Drakenfell."

"Go ahead," Fin said, his voice carrying the composed neutrality of a man conducting business with a woman on his lap and finding the arrangement operationally sound.

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