Rejected And Claimed By Her Trio Alpha Mates

chapter 62

Malix’s lips are full and warm, and he kisses just like he did in my imagination—with a fierce, powerful sort of hunger that belies his usual laughing demeanor.

He’s not laughing now.

He’s not teasing or taunting.

He’s claiming.

His hands tangle in my wet hair, cupping each side of my head as he slants his lips over mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth. I grab on to his forearms to steady myself, feeling the corded muscles flex under my touch, and we stumble through the shallow water aimlessly as we keep kissing like we’ll never stop.

The slippery, muddy lake bed shifts under my feet as Malix walks me backward, and then hard, rough stone meets my back. A large boulder juts up from the water, and he pins me against it as his hands leave my hair to drift over my body.

He captures one of my n*****s between his thumb and finger, and I hiss when he pinches and twists it lightly.

“f**k, kitty cat,” he groans. “Make that sound again.”

“Don’t call me kitty cat,” I shoot back hoarsely, nipping at his lower lip.

He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls my head back, dropping his own head to attack my neck with sucking kisses.

“You like it,” he mutters against my skin.

“No, I don’t.”

“You like me.”

“No. I don’t.”

He chuckles and licks at my pulse like he’s tasting my lie. I don’t want him to say anything else, so I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his mouth back up to mine. It’s easier to shut off the voice screaming warnings in my head if I pretend this is just about s*x, just about the inescapable chemistry that sparks between us.

Malix grunts into my mouth, his c**k pressing against my stomach as he grinds against me. His wet hands slide down the curve of my waist and over my hips, and he palms my ass as he lifts me in his arms. With my back still pressed to the rock behind me, I wrap my legs around him, and now the base of his c**k is pressed right up against my p***y in a way that makes me shudder.

Fuck. This is so much like it was in my imagination that night, but somehow a thousand times more intense. I roll my hips, working myself shamelessly against his shaft, and Malix lets out a muffled growl.

I’m already soaked for him, and we’re so close—it would take so little effort for him to slip inside me, to drive himself in to the hilt. But some part of both of us clearly remembers that’s a bad idea, because I can feel him holding back just like I am.

His c**k slides through my folds, and my mouth drops open on a whispered curse. He’s not inside me, but it’s close enough to the real thing to send heat surging through my veins. I hook my ankles together behind him, resting them on the swell of his muscular ass and using my thigh muscles to help me move against him.. “I never told you what I was thinking about, that night at Erik’s house,” he murmurs roughly. “Don’t you want to know?”

“No.”

He chuckles, but that sounds like a growl too.

“I was imagining what you’d feel like. How tight and wet your p***y would feel wrapped around my c**k. I was thinking about what I’d do to make you scream.”

“Shut up,” I demand, palming the back of his head and dragging him closer so I can kiss him again. I seal my lips against his as if that will keep the truths I don’t want to admit buried away, as if I can stop him from saying another word if I just kiss him hard enough.

It works, for a while.

He nips at my lower lip, biting it before licking the sting away, then delving his tongue deep inside my mouth. My lips feel swollen and almost bruised from the force of our kiss, and I’m gasping for breath when he finally pulls away. He grips my hips, looking down at me as he holds me against the wall.

“The look on your face just about killed me, kitten. Were you close to coming just from watching me? I swear your pupils got so f*****g big I couldn’t see any of that gorgeous green in your eyes anymore. Just black. Just heat.”

He drops his forehead to mine as he says the last word, pulsing his hips so that his c**k glides through my p***y lips again, and I whimper at the sensation.

“I wanted to watch you touch yourself,” he adds, his voice low and hoarse. “I wanted to see you come apart. I could smell your scent, and it drove me f*****g crazy.”

“Goddammit, Malix,” I rasp.

We’re both practically whispering, like we’re sharing an illicit secret between us. And hell, maybe we are. We’re supposed to hate each other. We’re not supposed to want each other, and it feels like a dirty secret to hear him admit that he does.

Maybe that’s why I give him a secret of my own.

“I did touch myself,” I breathe out, bracing my arms on his shoulders as I move against him. “That night. In bed.”

“Fuck.” His curse is low and deep, and his hands tighten on my hips almost like a warning.

I should heed that warning. I should stop talking.

I should shove him away and hope like hell that getting some distance between us will allow sanity to return.

But instead, I murmur, “I thought about you. And Kian. And Frost.”

Malix’s head jerks back, and I expect to see anger in his eyes like I saw in Kian’s when I returned to the house that night. But there’s no fury. No jealousy. Just raw desire in his burning violet irises.

His fingers press deeper into the flesh of my hips, and I can feel his c**k pulse against me. I could make him come like this, I realize wildly. I could get him off just by rubbing up against him like the cat he always teasingly calls me. I could push him over the edge just by talking, by telling him the things I’ve never admitted to anyone, and he could probably do the same to me.

My legs are already shaking with it, my body so keyed up with arousal that every brush of his c**k against my c**t feels like fire.

I’m soaked and empty and so f*****g hungry for him.

“What did you think about?” Malix demands. “What did you imagine?”

He sounds almost desperate, his voice still low and hoarse. His breath is coming faster, and the feel of it gusting over my damp skin makes goosebumps scatter down my arms.

“You were inside me,” I murmur, the simmering heat in my belly dissolving into molten lava. “Kian was behind, inside me too. Frost was watching. Touching himself.”

“Fuck.” Malix makes another choked noise, and his c**k pulses against me again.

He’s close. Right on the verge of coming.

I should let him finish like this. I should chalk it up to a stupid mistake, a moment of weakness, and walk away with some part of the emotional barrier between us still intact. But the wild, primal part of me that nearly went to him when he held out his glistening hand to me on that moonlit night—she can’t stand the thought of that.

Reaching down between us, I fist his c**k and use my thighs to lift myself up a little as I notch his broad crown at my entrance.

Malix stiffens for just a second, his breath stuttering just like mine.

Then he drives his hips forward and pulls me down, impaling me in one hard thrust.

I fall apart on his c**k, pleasure spreading through me as the aching feeling of emptiness is replaced with nothing but Malix. The fresh air and sunshine scent of him surrounds me, mingling with the scent of water and pine, and he shouts raggedly as the first hot jet of his release spurts into me.

I can feel him coming, and my walls clench around him like a vise, my body writhing in his arms.

The intense burst of the o****m fades, but he doesn’t stop f*****g me. He’s still hard, and now that he’s inside me, neither one of us is teasing the other. Neither one of us is holding back. It’s like we know we’ll never get a repeat of this stolen, illicit moment, so we’re throwing ourselves into it headfirst.

The rough surface of the rock scrapes at my back and digs into skin as he drives into me hard and fast, but the pain feels good. It’s as if I need it as a counterpoint to the overwhelming pleasure surging through me.

I hang on to Malix, sliding my fingers through his tightly curled black hair as I come again.

He doesn’t slow his pace at all, although I can feel how tightly I’m gripping him. His thrusts become short and choppy as he pounds into me, and when he spills inside me again, the feel of it sends me over the edge one more time.

I’m shaking, and I’m stuffed so full of his c*m that it’s sliding down my legs already, slick and wet as it cools in the night air.

Malix’s hold on my hips is so tight that I imagine for a second that he’ll need a crowbar to loosen it. He draws in several deep breaths and releases them, and his nose nuzzles my cheek. His lips ghost over mine, not quite touching them as we breathe together. Then he pulls out and sets me back on my feet.

The chill of the water that laps around my calves makes my muscles tighten, and I lean back against the boulder as I make sure my legs can really support me. Malix takes a small step back, looking at me with an expression he’s never worn before—one I can’t quite read.

“Fate’s a f*****g b***h,” he murmurs quietly.

My heart clenches. I don’t know what those words mean to him, but I know what they mean to me.

They mean that what should be the happiest and best thing in my life is the worst and most painful thing instead. They mean I’ll probably always be stuck between what my heart wants and what my minds know is right. They mean that even though Malix wants me and I want him back, there’s no way for us to be together as long as we’re at odds.

Is it possible to sidestep fate?

To change the course of one’s destiny?

I think of all the little things I’ve seen the feral shifters do, those tiny but undeniable signs that they’re more than just heartless, callous monsters.

Is there some other way to stop them from carrying out their horrible mission besides killing them?

Goddammit. This is all so f****d up.

I shove away from the rock, trying to master my chaotic emotions as I get my legs under me. I know the smile that I flash Malix doesn’t reach my eyes, but it’s the best I can manage at the