The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Chapter 103

– ATILA

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I woke in the middle of the night to a crack of thunder that sounded like it split the sky open right over the tent. Awareness came back in layers-first the rain hammering against the canvas, then the warm weight of Maya curled against me, and finally the sharp, almost brutal realization of my own body. I was hard. Aching. Pressed tight to the soft curve of her back, separated from her by nothing but my boxer briefs and those tiny sleep shorts she wore-so small that, inside the cramped. darkness of the sleeping bag, they felt like nothing more than a second skin.

I froze. Breath. Thoughts. Blood. Shit. I tried to ease back, but the double sleeping bag was a nylon trap. Any movement only forced us closer. A cold sweat-nothing like the humid heat inside the tent-slid down the back of my neck. Beatrice and Cassian were less than two meters away, separated from us by a thin wall of canvas and darkness. I could hear his deep breathing, almost a soft snore.

And then Maya made a sound in her sleep. Low. Throaty. It made my heart slam against my ribs.

“Don’t… stop…” she whispered, her voice thick with sleep. Then, with a small moan that locked the air in my lungs, she rolled her hips back against me, rubbing slow and deliberate in a way that couldn’t be accidental-even asleep. “Right there…. like that, Atila…”

She was dreaming.

And from the sound of it, she was dreaming about us.

The image. The sound. The feel of her warm, soft body offering itself to me, even unconscious-it detonated what little control I had left. A tremor ran through me, sharp and relentless. I wanted her. God, I wanted her. But my brain was screaming the opposite.

So I stayed still.

She moved again. Slow. Sleepy. Sensual. And then she woke.

Not all at once. Slowly, like she was surfacing from the dream into reality. Her breathing shifted. Then, very gradually, she turned just enough for me to see her eyes open in the dimness and meet mine. Her face was inches from my own.

The tent was dark-but not dark enough. I saw confusion. The last traces of the dream. Then recognition. And then desire, unmistakable, lighting up

her gaze.

“Atila…” she breathed. Barely a word.

“You were dreaming,” I said, my voice rough as gravel.

She blushed. I could see it, even in the shadows. “I… what did I say?”

My hips moved before I could stop them, pressing my erection against her thigh now. “Enough to get me like this.”

She swallowed. Her eyes flicked toward the steady sound of breathing on the other side of the tent. “They-”

“They’re asleep.” I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear. Right then, the rain came down harder, sudden and violent against the roof of the tent, building into a constant roar-a white wall of sound. It was deafening. “And now it’s pouring. Hard.”

Relief flashed across her face-followed immediately by fresh heat. The rain was cover. A perfect mask for moan, any shifting fabric.

“What if they hear?” she whispered, almost a whimper, pushing her ass back against me again, teasing.

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Chapter 103

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“They won’t.” My hand slid under her shirt-my shirt-until I found her warm waist, soft skin. “We’ll do it so only the rain knows,” I murmured, my voice dropping lower, more possessive than I meant it to be. My hand drifted lower, cupping the curve of her ass over those barely-there shorts.

She bit her lip and gave the smallest nod.

“We’re insane,” she said, turning partially toward me.

“I’m insane about you,” I whispered against her mouth and claimed her lips.

In one sharp movement, I turned her back around, faster now, and tugged her shorts and panties down just enough. My own shorts were already open. I was free. Throbbing. I positioned myself at her entrance, already feeling the slick heat waiting for me.

“Grab the pillow,” I ordered into her ear over the rain. “And don’t let go.”

Then, in one deep, steady thrust, I pushed inside her. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling a moan that still reached me through the storm. She was tight. Hot. Perfect.

I started slow at first, finding the rhythm. Feeling the risk. The rain was so loud our breathing disappeared inside it. It gave us a false sense of privacy-a reckless kind of courage.

“That’s it,” I groaned against her ear, my hands gripping her hips, pulling her back onto me as each thrust grew deeper, faster. One hand slid up, cupping her breast over the shirt, squeezing. “Tell me-were you dreaming about this? About me taking you from behind like this?”

“Yes….” she moaned into the pillow. “Please don’t stop…” she whimpered, even as her body pushed back against me, begging for more.

“I’m not stopping.” My fingers found her clit-wet, swollen-and I started circling it in time with my thrusts.

She began to tremble, fighting for control and losing. I was losing too. It felt devastatingly good. The roar of the rain. The heat of her body. The scent of sex and wet earth. The constant edge of getting caught. It all fused into something electric that climbed my spine.

“Come on,” I urged, speeding up my fingers. “Let go, baby. Now.”

Her body went rigid. A violent shudder tore through her, and she bit down into the pillow, making a strangled, muffled sound that was the hottest thing I’d ever heard. The way she clenched around me dragged me straight to the edge.

“I-“I groaned. A warning. A plea. A promise. “I’m gonna come inside you.” And with three hard, brutal thrusts, I broke apart, a guttural sound tearing out of me as I spilled into her, burying myself as deep as I could, my hips shaking against

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