CLAIMED BY THR COLDHEARTED BIKER ALPHA

CHAPTER 20

MABEL’S POV.

My n*****s tighten in the cold air and under the weight of his stare, pinning me in place. His chest rises and fall, like I’m the only thing in the world worth wanting.

“f**k it,” Zach growls, and then his mouth crashes into mine. My back hits the wall. My lips part for him instantly, drinking in the taste of him. My fingers tangle in the dark length of his hair, gripping the nape of his neck. The kiss sits right on the edge of rough and tender. I suck on his tongue and swallow the rough sound he makes, a shiver racing through me. His hands settle low on my back, firm enough to hold me exactly where I want to be—crushed against him. He drags his mouth from mine and sucks along my jaw. I feel his c**k throb against my thigh and my own wetness slips down my skin.

“Oh, Mabel… I love the smell of you,” he whispers, so low I almost miss it. He inhales against my neck, planting open-mouthed kisses there. His mouth keeps moving down the side of my throat, across my collarbone. One large hand closes over my breast, kneading and rolling the n****e while his mouth claims the other. I tip my head back and arch into him, offering everything. My whole body is on fire and he’s the only thing that can put it out. I moan when he sucks harder, sharp pleasure sparking from my breast straight through me in electric waves.

His grey eyes glitter with dark amusement when he looks up, a small smirk curling his mouth. “Careful, baby girl. We’re only just getting started.” Heat floods my face.

He lifts me like I weigh nothing. The wetness on my thighs stains his shirt as he carries me to the dresser and sweeps everything off it in one hard motion. His eyes go nearly black as he stares down at me. I felt completely exposed and try to close my legs. He catches my thighs and forces them wider.

“Don’t,” he grunts, voice thick with lust.

Then he drops to his knees like he’s about to pray. He trails slow, open-mouthed kisses up the inside of one thigh, then the other. His tongue traces around my entrance, teasing so close to my c**t it makes me ache. I can feel how hard he is just from the way his breath shakes. My own breath turns ragged. Desperate, I fist his hair and pull him closer, needing more. His tongue finally flicks over my c**t and my whole body jolts. I moan, helpless, as he drags that knowing tongue over me again and again, hitting the exact spot that makes my hips jerk and my vision blur.

His tongue kept working me in slow, devastating strokes, but then I felt the blunt press of his finger. He slid it through the slick heat of me, and the wet sound it made was filthy and perfect. I was soaked, dripping, more than I had ever been in any fantasy I’d ever let myself have. The slide of him inside was effortless, my body greedy and open for him, and still I clenched around that single finger like I was trying to keep him there forever.

A low, rough sound left his throat. The sound went straight through me, hotter than anything his mouth was doing. Knowing he was getting off on this—on me, on how wet I was for him—made my head tip back and my thighs tremble wider. I watched the dark fall of his hair between my legs, the flex of his shoulders, the way his eyes stayed locked on what he was doing to me like it was the only thing that mattered.

He added a second finger. The stretch burned in the best way, a deep, full ache that had my toes curling hard against the edge of the dresser. He f****d them into me slow at first, then deeper, curling just right so the pads of his fingers dragged over that swollen spot inside that made my vision spark white. Every thrust pushed more wetness out of me; I could feel it sliding down the crease of my ass, could hear the obscene, slick rhythm of his hand. My wolf was rolling under my skin, drunk on it. Better than anything I’d imagined.

“f**k, Mabel,” he muttered against my c**t, voice rough with want. “How the hell are you this tight?” His fingers kept moving, steady and deep, stretching me open while his tongue flicked and sucked. I was shaking, hips rolling to meet every thrust, so close the pleasure was a bright, sharp edge I was about to fall over.

My thoughts were hazy, drowned in heat and the wet sound of him working me and the way his breath hitched every time I clenched around his fingers. The answer slipped out of me without thought, soft and ruined.

“I don’t know… maybe because I’m new to this—”

Everything stopped.

His mouth left me. His fingers stilled deep inside, then slowly withdrew. The sudden emptiness made me whimper. My eyes flew open, wide and unfocused. My breath shook hard in my chest.

“What’s wrong?”

Zach was already on his feet, putting space between us. His grey eyes were dark, almost accusing.

“Are you a virgin?”

I swallowed, throat tight. My body still aching and wet for him, and suddenly all I could think was that maybe the lack of experience was the problem. That maybe I wasn’t enough. That maybe the way I’d fallen apart for him so easily had given me away and now he was disgusted.

“Yes.” My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “Is that a problem?”

He took another step back. The air between us turned cold. I closed my thighs on instinct, the wetness there suddenly feeling exposed and shameful instead of wanted. My hair clung to the sweat on my neck and shoulders. My hand found the robe discarded nearby and I dragged it up, wrapping it tightly around my body. My eyes stung.

“Is that a turn-off for you?” I demanded. “Would you rather have a more experienced woman? Like Anita?”

His eyes narrowed. “Anita? What does she—” He cut himself off, frowning hard, one hand dragging through his dark hair. He looked almost angry, but not at me. At himself. “This was a rash decision. I would prefer you keep it for someone who will cherish it.”

“What?” I sat up straighter, robe clutched tight. “I’m a grown woman. I can do what I want.”

Zach’s jaw flexed. “I know women like you, Mabel. You’ll be devastated if I don’t turn out the way you want.”

Something inside me snapped.

“f**k off.” My voice cracked. “Get out of my room. I’m not going to sit here and take your humiliation any longer.”

He opened his mouth like he might say something but he turned without another word and walked out.

The second the door shut behind him, all the anger I felt drained out of me at once and I felt so humiliated that I wanted desperately to disappear. My c**t still pulsed, traitorous, and the emptiness between my legs felt huge.

I pulled my knees to my chest, heels pressing into the wood , arms locked around my shins until the bones ached. A single tear escaped and then another until I couldn’t stop it.

“Stupid stupid girl,” I hissed at myself.