The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31

– MAYA

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His tongue invaded my mouth with a feral hunger that sent a shudder through me-from the nape of my neck all the way down to my heels. It wasn’t fear that made me tremble. It was recognition. Deep. Visceral. Ancient. My body answering his like it had been waiting forever.

Finally.

My hands, frozen uselessly at my sides only seconds ago, lifted as if pulled by a magnetic force, threading into his rain- soaked hair. The water dripping from the strands was cold, but the heat radiating from him was blazing, furnace-hot. burning straight through our clothes.

The hands that had hesitated just moments earlier-almost tender, almost restrained-moved now with ruthless precision. There were no questions left in his touch. Only certainty. One hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my neck, while the other slid down my spine, finding the zipper of my dress.

The soft metallic click echoed sharply in the quiet room before fabric tore open with a rough, decisive sound.

My white dress-simple, ordinary, the last remnant of who I had been-split apart like a shell. Cold air rushed over my bare skin, carrying his scent with it: rain, wood, and something wild. My breasts tightened instantly, already sensitive under his gaze alone. A flicker of embarrassment tried to rise, but it died before it could breathe, obliterated by the fierce golden blaze in his eyes.

He tore his mouth from mine with a low growl, almost a snarl against my lips, and let his gaze drift downward-slow, deliberate, devouring. Rain still traced silver paths down his sharp features. One stubborn drop clung to the end of a dark curl… then fell.

It landed directly on my left nipple.

The cold touch made me gasp, my body jerking reflexively.

He didn’t resist.

With a predator’s fluid grace, he lowered his head and took me into his mouth-hot, wet, claiming.

‘Oh-!”

The sound ripped from my throat, loud and uncontrolled, echoing through his bedroom. The heat was overwhelming. Then came the suction-rough, relentless-sending a shock straight to the molten core of my body. His tongue, rough like at cat’s, flicked and circled with merciless focus while his free hand seized my other breast, squeezing with possessive strength. Callused fingers found my nipple and pinched, pulling until it hurt-

but it was the kind of pain that sparked lightning between my legs.

| arched instinctively, hips lifting in a silent plea, a wordless offering. My hands roamed his back through the soaked fabric of his shirt, feeling muscle flex beneath my palms, shoulder blades shifting like restrained wings. And beneath it all-scars. Raised, uneven lines under my fingertips. A map of past violence that made me ache to know every story etched into him.

He moved lower.

Not rushed. Not frantic. But deliberate-like a man claiming territory inch by inch. His mouth blazed a path down my stomach, each kiss branding me, each calculated nip a warning and a promise. His breath against my damp skin was the prelude to hell.

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His fingers found the lace of my panties.

A pause. Barely a breath.

Then he tore them away.

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The sound was sharp, electric, lightning splitting the room. Cold air brushed my exposed heat, making me tense-

-and then it was gone.

Replaced by the searing warmth of his face.

He didn’t touch me with his hands. He leaned in, his breath hot and heavy against skin already slick and aching. He smelled like rain and desire and something untamed.

“Átila..”

The name slipped from my lips like a spell-like a plea I didn’t want answered.

He answered anyway.

Without words.

He buried his face between my thighs, and his first stroke was long and brutal, a flat sweep from beginning to end. My body convulsed violently, a full-body shock that left me clutching the sheets.

The second was precise.

His tongue found me-swollen, throbbing, exposed-and instead of circling, he closed his mouth around me, sucking hard.

I screamed.

No restraint. No control. My toes curled, my back bowed almost painfully as he devoured me like a starving man, growling deep in his chest. The vibrations traveled straight through my most sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves down my spine. His hands locked onto my thighs, forcing them wider, pinning me in place while his mouth dismantled every shred of control I had left.

He was everywhere. In my cries. In the lingering heat on my breasts. In the molten core between my legs that he ruled completely.

The pressure built fast-tight, coiling, inevitable.

“I-I think I’m going to-please-”

My voice shattered into something unrecognizable.

He didn’t slow.

He drove me over the edge.

His tongue pressed harder, his rhythm turned ruthless-and I broke.

It wasn’t a wave.

It was a collapse.

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A violent, total unraveling that tore through me body and soul. My scream tore his name from my throat as pleasure ripped through me in uncontrollable pulses, leaving me boneless, gasping, floating in the aftermath.

1 sagged into the mattress, breath coming in ragged pulls, vision bursting with color behind my closed eyes.

But he wasn’t done.

I opened my eyes.

He hovered above me, and the sight stole what little breath I had left. His eyes were no longer human-pure liquid gold glowing in the darkness. The beast wasn’t hidden. It was present. Proud. Unleashed.

His jeans were open.

And what lay beneath was impossible to ignore.

I’d felt him pressed against my thigh before-hard, demanding-but seeing him was something else entirely. Thick. Veined. Powerful. A brutal declaration of intent. For a fleeting second, instinct whispered caution-

-and desire crushed it.

He positioned himself between my legs. They opened for him without thought. The swollen tip brushed against my entrance, already slick and aching. We both groaned.

His arms trembled as he held himself above me, muscles corded tight, jaw clenched like he was barely holding the leash.

“Maya.”

My name was a growl. “Last chance. Tell me to stop.”

There were no words left in me. Only need.

I lifted my hips-just enough.

That was all it took.

He thrust into me in one decisive motion.

The invasion was fast, overwhelming-and sharp. A bright, piercing pain flared as something inside me finally gave way. I cried out, the sound muffled against his shoulder.

He froze.

Fully seated inside me.

We stayed like that, suspended, breathing raggedly as my body stretched around him, pain burning-but already beginning to blur, mixing with something fuller, deeper.

Then he moved.

Slow at first. Careful. Testing.

The sting faded into heat. The sensation turned strange… invasive…. and undeniably good. With each measured thrust, my body adapted, opening, accepting.

And then-

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He lost restraint.

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His rhythm turned hungry, powerful, possessive. The bed creaked against the wall as his hips snapped forward again and again. Pain vanished completely, replaced by raw, explosive pleasure. I met him instinctively, moving with him, our sounds filling the room-my cries high and broken, his growls deep and feral.

“More,” I begged-but he already was.

He grabbed my hips, adjusting the angle, driving deeper. My breath caught in a silent scream as sensation detonated inside me. His eyes never left my face, watching every reaction with terrifying focus.

There was reverence in the violence. Worship in the claim.

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