The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95

– ÁTILA

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I was flat on my back on the cold floor, her heat pinning me down, a living monument to pure, unchecked want. My eyes tracked every shiver of her body, and my hands, moving on some primal autopilot, slid up the steel-silk of her thighs.

The skin there was like satin over flexed muscle. I pulled her closer, and she knew, arching with a groan that was all gravel and need. I spread her wider, opening her completely. The sight stole my breath: her pussy was swollen, flushed, glistening with her own slick. It ran in silver trails down her nner thighs. The scent was raw, animal, and it dragged something just as feral out of me.

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face in her.

My mouth sealed over her, and her taste-salty, sweet, purely Maya-hit my tongue. She cried out, i guttural sound of pure bliss, her fingers twisting in my hair. I ignored the pull, zeroed in on my ask. My tongue found its path, a slow, firm swipe from bottom to top, through drenched heat until found that perfect, aching spot.

Her clit was a hard pearl under my tongue. I went right for it, flicking fast and relentless. She was chanting, breathless, broken words. “Right there… God, don’t stop, please don’t stop!” Her hips bucked, trying to grind harder against my mouth. I held her open, devouring every fold, every slick nch. I nipped gently at her inner lips, and her whole body jerked, a fresh gush of heat wetting my chin.

‘Atila… I’m gonna-” The warning tore from her. I doubled down, sucking and lapping until I felt her tense like a drawn bowstring. A violent tremor racked her, followed by a long, ragged moan. Her release flooded my mouth, hot and endless. I drank her down, licking her clean through the aftershocks, greedy for every drop..

But the heat in her didn’t allow a break. Before her breathing could even steady, she was moving again, a renewed frenzy in her eyes.

‘My turn,” I growled.

In one motion, I flipped her. She went onto her hands and knees, the sublime curve of her back arched, her perfect ass in the air. The chain on her ankle stretched taut, a soft metallic shink following the movement. My gaze caught on the scar on her back-a long, pale line that was just part of her wild landscape. I ran my fingers over the raised tissue, and she moaned, pushing back for more.

I positioned myself behind her. The head of my cock found her entrance, already so open and slick that sinking into her was inevitable. I drove in, one deep stroke, and we groaned in unison. Her inner walls were scorching, a wet, pulsing vise trying to pull my soul out through my dick.

I started to move, and she met me thrust for thrust, creating a rhythm that was perfectly

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Chapter 95

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devastating. The wet sound of us fucking filled the room, mingling with our grunts and the chain’s soft clink. Then, I got an idea. On a deep pullback, I wrapped the loose length of chain-the one running from her ankle to the wall-around my own wrist. Twice.

The effect was instant, brutal. On my next thrust forward, I pulled the chain taut. It yanked her hips back to meet mine, forcing me deeper, harder than either of us could manage alone. She screamed, a sound of shock and utter pleasure.

“Yes!” she gasped, looking back over her shoulder, her eyes blown black with lust. “Like that… more! Use the fucking chain, baby. Own me.”

I just obeyed my insatiable girl. Every pounding drive was matched with a controlled pull of the links, binding our movement, our breath, our sweat into one knot of pure need. I lost myself in that heat, that tightness, the sight of her ass taking me again and again.

“Fuck me!” she demanded, filthy and desperate. “Fuck me ’til you can’t anymore, ’til I feel you come inside me!”

That did it. That was the final thread. My control shattered. I dropped the chain and grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. I pistoned into her, a final, frantic, driving rhythm so hard the slap of skin was almost violent. She screamed with every impact until a wave of fire exploded from the base of my spine. I came with a muffled roar, buried to the hilt, feeling every pulse of my release swallowed by her molten heat.

I collapsed beside her, wrecked, gasping. Our sweat pooled on the cold floor. The only light was the streetlamp outside. The only music, our ragged breathing trying to find a normal rhythm. Maybe thirty seconds of heavy silence passed, me nearly passing out right there, when I felt her stir.

I opened my heavy eyes. She was standing, naked, glorious, the chain slack on her ankle. Her eyes traveled over my spent body, and a slow, hungry smile touched her lips.

She knelt, then straddled my thigh. Her hand dipped down, wrapping around my cock, which- fucking miracle-was already stirring back to life under her touch, even sore and oversensitive.

“C’mon, big guy,” she whispered, leaning down to lick a bead of sweat from my chest. “I’m thinking I want more.”

I looked up at this insatiable creature, at the eyes blazing with pure, unadulterated lust, and a grin of resigned, male admiration spread across my face. Looked like we weren’t done after all,

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