The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Oversensitive Multiplied By Dex

His mouth found her neck.

Low. Involuntary. The sound of a woman whose body had been through several shifts and was exhausted and sore and should have been incapable of arousal and whose body had just overruled every single one of those conditions because Dexmon Drakenfell’s mouth was on her neck and her body’s response to his mouth was constitutional and immune to circumstances.

His hand slid between her thighs.

She gasped. The contact was direct, purposeful, his fingers finding her with the precision of a man who had studied this territory thoroughly enough to write a dissertation and whose dissertation would have been peer-reviewed as exceptional.

"Dex."

"Right here, baby."

He started slow. Circular.

The kind of touch designed to dismantle resistance one layer at a time, and the layers were falling fast because she had zero reserves left and the zero was the point. He wanted her with nothing left to hold back. He wanted the version of Serena that was too tired to overthink and too worn down to control the sounds and too spent to do anything except feel what he was doing and let her body respond without the committee in her head voting on whether the response was appropriate.

Her head fell back against his shoulder. Her lips parted. The steam from the bath was curling around them, water lapping at the edges of the basin with every small movement his hand made, and the small movements were producing results that were the opposite of small.

His mouth found her mark. The bite. The place on her neck where his fangs had claimed her, the scar tissue that carried his venom and his ownership and the specific nerve cluster that connected directly to something deep and primal in her body.

His lips pressed against it.

Her body jolted. Electric. The reaction was involuntary, total, every muscle tensing simultaneously and then releasing in a wave that started at her neck and rolled downward through her chest and her spine and ended where his fingers were working and the ending was a sound that bounced off the stone walls of the bathing chamber.

"That’s it," he murmured against the mark.

His fingers moved faster. More pressure. The circular motion shifted to a rhythm that matched her breathing, then outpaced it, then left her breathing behind entirely. His other arm wrapped around her midsection, holding her against him, pinning her back to his chest so her body couldn’t arch away from the intensity.

"Let me hear you," Dex said. "We’re alone. Nobody is on this floor. Let me hear every goddamn sound."

Her body was building toward something. Fast. Too fast. Seven shifts had left her nerve endings exposed and oversensitive, and the oversensitivity was multiplying every sensation by a factor that made the math terrifying.

"Dex, I can’t, it’s too much."

"Yes you can. You can take everything I give you."

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