ALPHA BIKER WHO CLAIMED HIS BROTHER'S MATE

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MAYA’S POV:

The second my lips brushed his, his hands grabbed my waist, anchoring me to him as he took complete control. He groaned into my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip with a sharp, needy bite before his tongue swept in, swallowing mine whole.

It wasn't a soft kiss; it was a possessive claim, a messy collision of tongues that made my head spin. I moaned against his mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as the heat between us turned into a wildfire. He broke the kiss for just a second, his breath coming out in ragged pants, before he hooked his arms under my thighs and hoisted me up. I felt the air rush past as he slammed me down onto a massive wine barrel. The wood was cold against my skin, but it didn't matter.

My p***y throbbed, and Goddess, I couldn't wait any longer to have him. He matched my intensity because he stopped speaking entirely. His hungry eyes roamed over me and he grabbed the hem of my gown, trying to hike it up, but the layers of the dress were too heavy to lift in one go. He realized it was an obstruction. Before I could make a suggestion, his eyes glowed and his claws sprung out. With a low growl, he used his Alpha strength to rip through the fabric in one violent motion. The skirt fell away, shredded and ruined, leaving my legs bare to the cool air of the cellar.

“Rafe, the dress—” I started to protest, but he silenced me instantly with another bruising kiss.

His hands fumbled for his belt, his breathing coming in ragged gasps with his lips still pressed down on mine. He pulled down his pants and grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide to position himself between them. I whimpered at the intensity of him, my heart thundering against my ribs. Without a word of warning, he surged forward, pushing his thick c**k deep inside me.

I let out a loud whimper at the fullness, the suddenness of it stretching me to the limit. He didn't give me time to adjust. He threw my hands around his neck, his fingers digging into my waist as he began to pound into me with a desperate force. He groaned like he was under a spell, every thrust burying him deeper, as if he were trying to merge our souls in the middle of this dusty room.

I grunted, my head tossing back against the stone wall as I clawed at the back of his shirt. It was a barrier, and I needed more than just the friction. My body needed to feel him. I wanted my breasts to graze his chest, but that would mean being totally naked, and outside there were many people.

“I want to feel you,” I gasped in a wrecked tone. I felt him smirk against my lips like he had won a trophy, but I was too gone and shameless to even pretend. “Your chest... Rafe, please,” I begged.

He let out a guttural sound and tore at his buttons, opening his shirt just enough. He grabbed one of my hands and pressed it flat against his bare, sweating skin, while my other hand remained locked around his neck. He continued to pound into me. Every time he moved and filled the vacuum, I moaned into his ears. The sound of our bare skin slapping together echoed in the room, and he continued until he reached his breaking point. With one final, deep thrust and a grunt that shook his entire body, his hot c*m came spilling into me.

My entire body was alive, and I felt my n*****s shoot out under what was left of the dress. The room was still filled only with our synchronized, ragged breathing. I hadn’t gotten my release and my body was still tensed and aching. Rafe sensed it, so he didn't pull away. Instead, he kept moving gently within me, his thumb finding my c**t. He rubbed it with a steady, agonizingly perfect pressure. I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders, until the world finally exploded in a white-hot wave of pleasure, and I came, my cries echoing off the walls of the room.

Rafe finally pulled away, pressing his forehead against mine.

“We have to put you on birth control,” he said at once. “And I need to be more careful, too, or we will have an entire pack living in that house soon.”

I chuckled lightly, expecting him to pull away, but he claimed my lips in a slow, messy kiss. It lasted for just a second before he pulled away and reached for his trousers, pulling them up. I sat there with his c*m still spilling out of me while he watched it like it was his favorite TV show.

“You are f*****g beautiful,” he muttered.

I knew he wasn't complimenting my face. He was talking about the mess he had made, but I took the compliment either way. He reached into his pocket and handed me his hanky. I got off the barrel to take it, then I wiped myself, and he took the hanky back just like the last time, tucking it into his back pocket. Then he pulled off his suit jacket, grabbing my hand.

We were inches away from each other as he wrapped the jacket around my waist. It only covered my bum and the front, but from the right side of my thighs, everything was visible. That was where the sleeves hung. Damn, I was f*****g curvy and it wasn't my fault. His brows dipped as he saw it, and I knew instantly that he wouldn't let me walk out that door. Before I could speak, he scooped me up bridal style with the exposed part facing his chest while the clothed part was open for the public to see.

He walked out of the room and I clung to him like a lifeline. Some people were still outside, including Jalen and Jane. When they saw us, they knew what had gone down, but I didn't care.