The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Can’t Cum. Can’t Quit.

They were on the bed. Her clothes came off fast. Too fast. Dex couldn’t track the sequence of events, couldn’t remember how they got from point A to point B.

She put her hands down his pants and started stroking him.

He groaned. It felt good. It should feel good.

So why did something in his chest feel hollow?

A knock on the door startled him. He pushed Agnes off for a second, still dazed.

"Come in."

Hale entered the room, and all color drained from his face.

Then came the disgust. Pure, undiluted disgust. The kind reserved for traitors and cowards.

"What the hell, Dex?"

"What?" Dex asked. He wasn’t fully aware that Agnes was stroking his chest, tracing patterns into his skin like she was claiming territory.

"She tried to kill your mate. Twice. And was an absolute bitch to her in front of everyone," Hale snarled, not softening a single syllable. "If you weren’t going to be faithful, you shouldn’t have marked her."

Hale left, letting the door slam hard enough to rattle the frame.

"What was he talking about?" Dexmon asked, genuinely confused. The words bounced around his skull but refused to land. Mate. Faithful. Marked.

Agnes pulled down his pants all the way and took him in her mouth.

She groaned. Exaggerated. Theatrical. Loud enough that anyone passing in the corridor would hear.

Dex felt bad for her so he didn’t say anything. That was until she’d been going for twenty minutes and he couldn’t finish.

Twenty minutes. That was longer than most council meetings. And significantly less productive.

His body wasn’t responding the way it should. The way it always had. Something was fighting this. Something deep inside him was screaming no, and he couldn’t hear it clearly enough to understand why.

"Stop," he said finally, unbothered by the flatness in his own voice. He bent Agnes over and lifted her dress, ripping her undergarments away.

He entered her without saying a word. She winced.

He felt nothing.

They went on for another thirty minutes. Position after position. Angle after angle.

At this point it was less intimacy and more troubleshooting.

He pulled out completely and thrust into her in aggressive motions. Rapid. Punishing. Like he was trying to feel something. Anything.

Nothing.

She tried to ride him for ten minutes, but it didn’t feel right. Wrong angle. Wrong rhythm. Wrong everything.

He bent her back over and continued, fucking her with a desperation that had nothing to do with desire and everything to do with confusion.

Still nothing.

It was frustrating. His body had never betrayed him like this.

Dexmon Drakenfell, commander of the second largest army in the realm, could not perform with a naked woman on top of him. If Gavriel ever found out, he would never hear the end of it.

Maybe it was her.

Her scent wasn’t as intoxicating anymore. The sweetness had curdled into something cloying. Sickly. Like fruit left too long in the sun.

"Dex?"

Dex turned.

The most beautiful creature he’d ever seen was standing in the doorway.

White hair. Green eyes. A face that made his chest ache in ways he couldn’t explain.

Her hand flew to her mouth, trembling. A look of pure horror twisted her features. Her eyes, those stunning green eyes, filled with tears that spilled over before she could stop them.

She turned and ran.

Dex wanted to go after her. He felt the pull, sharp and visceral, like a hook in his chest yanking him toward the door. He turned to follow, legs already moving.

"Where are you going?" Agnes grabbed his hands and pulled him back down on top of her, wrapping her legs around him to keep him there.

Then he felt it.

Immense sadness. The worst feeling he’d ever felt. Like someone had reached into his chest and crushed his heart in their fist.

It didn’t make sense. None of this made sense.

"Dex, do you want to go to sleep? You’ve had a hard day," Agnes cooed, stroking his hair.

"I have?" His voice was distant. Hollow.

"Don’t worry. Sleep now." She rubbed circles on his back, and his eyelids grew heavy.

He drifted into a darkness that felt less like rest and more like drowning.

✦✦✦

Dex woke the next morning with Agnes’s arms wrapped around him.

Suffocating.

Her skin against his felt wrong.

Everything was fuzzy. His thoughts moved through molasses.

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