The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 451

Chapter 451: They Did WHAT On His Desk

Dex sat in his chair, and pulled her down on his lap situating her so she was straddling him, eliminating every inch of space between them.

Then his lips were on hers, and he kissed her like he was done being careful.

One hand fisted in her hair, the other locked on her lower back, holding her in place while he rolled up into her in short, controlled thrusts. Every movement sent another pulse of heat through the matebond until she was breathing ragged.

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his chest heaving. His eyes had a focus that had nothing to do with duties or his mother and everything to do with the woman on his lap whose hips had just shifted in a way that made his breathing change.

"Serena." His voice was rough. "I need you. Right now."

Her face heated the second he said it. The heat was immediate, total, climbing her neck and flooding her cheeks with the blush that Dexmon could feel through the matebond and that undid him every single time because the shyness was genuine and the genuineness was the thing that made his wolf pace.

"Dex, the door," she whispered.

"No one will come in." His mouth found the spot beneath her ear that made her spine dissolve. "Just relax for me. I’ve got you."

His hands moved to the zipper on the back of her training suit, and he pulled it down in a single, fluid pull.

The suit came off her shoulders and down her body. He stood with her still in his arms, and placed her on his desk, pulling the training suit the rest of the way off.

In a blur, he unzipped his trousers.

She felt him press against her, blunt and hot, and her breath caught.

He eased into her without breaking eye contact. The gold in his eyes holding hers the way an anchor holds a ship, steady and deliberate and refusing to look away.

She winced. The burn was sharper than she expected, her body resisting him the way it always had, because she was sorer than she had realized from all the training, and the soreness was making itself known with specificity.

"So tight for me," he breathed, the words leaving him in a rasp that vibrated against her throat. "Hold on, baby."

He pulled out slowly, then pushed back in all the way until he was fully seated. The fullness of him drew a gasp from her mouth.

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