The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 528

Chapter 528: Ass Still Stinging, Arrows Still Flying

Serena’s hands were on her bow before her brain caught up.

Her thighs were still shaking. Her clit was still throbbing against the seam of her suit with every micro-movement, every shift of her weight sending a fresh aftershock rippling through her core. She drew anyway. Nocked an arrow with fingers that trembled from something entirely unrelated to fear, pulled the string back, and released.

FWWWHUMP.

The arrow detonated into the lead cluster and three vampires exploded into ash.

The pulse between her legs was going down, slowly as she was firing explosive arrows into a vampire horde. What the actual fuck.

Her next draw was shakier. Her exhale was shakier. Everything below her waist was a goddamn liability and she was going to have to be furious about that later because right now she had a job to do.

She fired again. Two more detonated.

Gavriel’s blade was already moving, steel carving through the first vampire that cleared the ash cloud, his strikes carrying the raw, unpolished ferocity of a man whose wolf had been ripped out of a mating frenzy and handed a war instead. He killed three in rapid succession, each swing harder than it needed to be, each impact landing with the particular violence of redirected energy that had nowhere else to go.

He still hadn’t looked at her.

She still hadn’t looked at him.

The vampires kept that arrangement very convenient.

Serena loosed another arrow over Gavriel’s shoulder, close enough that the fletching brushed his ear, the detonation spraying ash across his back. Her stance was wrong. Her knees kept threatening to buckle, thigh muscles clenching involuntarily in rhythmic pulses that had absolutely nothing to do with combat and everything to do with what had happened thirty seconds ago against this exact wall.

She fired through it. Because the alternative was dying, and dying mid-orgasm-aftershock on a volcano covered in vampire ash was a death she refused to give the universe the satisfaction of.

Gavriel decapitated two more, pivoted, and drove his blade through a third that had tried to flank from the right. His breathing was ragged. His movements were slightly too aggressive, slightly too fast, every kill carrying the residual current of a body that was still running hot from something it hadn’t finished.

"More coming from the other side," Serena called, her voice steadier than it had any right to be, steadier than her legs, steadier than the pulse still hammering between her thighs like a second heartbeat that refused to quiet down.

"I see them," Gavriel answered, and his voice was wrecked. Hoarse. The voice of a man who had been growling filthy commands into a woman’s ear forty-five seconds ago and was now expected to have a tactical conversation about vampire positioning.

Neither of them addressed the gap between those two realities.

The vampires, bless their feral little hearts, made that very easy.

Serena fired three more arrows in rapid succession, each one detonating on impact, each release sending a jolt through her core that she aggressively categorized as "recoil" and absolutely refused to examine further.

Two blood-soaked, ash-covered, emotionally compromised idiots moved together through a narrow ravine while one of them was still feeling the ghost of an orgasm and the other was pretending his hands weren’t shaking for reasons that had nothing to do with exhaustion.

The narrow corridor squeezed tighter. The walls pressed inward like the mountain was inhaling, stone grinding against stone in a low, geological groan that vibrated through their boots and up their spines.

Then shrieking hit them from both ends of the corridor at the same time, which meant someone on the vampire side had finally learned strategy. Inconvenient.

There are bad situations, and then there are situations where you’re trapped, standing back-to-back with your only ally who you just made orgasm while vampires come at you from both directions.

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