Chained By the Alpha (Cleo and Zayn) novel Chapter 35

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• Cleo •

The next day

Zayn’s growl rumbles against my skin, I feel a surge of heat between my thighs. With a swift movement, he flips us over, and I straddle him, my hips grinding against his hard length. His eyes blaze with desire. I feel the power dynamic shift between us.

I slide my hands down his chest, tracing the intricate patterns of his tattoos. His muscles tense beneath my touch. I revel in the control I have over this powerful man and the way he reacts to my touch. Zayn purr’s softly, and I feel his eagerness through our one sided bond, how he is eager to seal it fully. He tugs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it off and exposing my breasts. I gasp as the cool air hits my nipples, already hard and sensitive.

Zayn’s hands roam over my naked body, cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples with his thumbs. A moan escapes me as he pinches them lightly, sending jolts of pleasure through me. He leans forward, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking gently. I buck my hips against him, needing more.

His hand slides down my stomach, tracing a path toward my center. I lift my hips, allowing access as he slides his finger into me. I ride his hand, grinding against him as he pumps his fingers in and out.

I fumble with his boxers until I free his hard length. I wrap my hand around him, stroking up and down as he continues to finger me. He groans, thrusting into my hand as I squeeze my fingers around his cock making him goran lewdly only for him to move dragging me on top of him. I straddle his waist, while his hands squeeze my ass. The lust burning in his gaze and the hunger thrums through the bond as he reaches a hand up, his thumb brushing against my lips before feeling the points of my elongated teeth that are tingling with the need to sink into his neck.

When I can’t take it anymore, I lift myself and position him at my entrance. He slides inside easily, filling me and stretching me in the best way. We move together in perfect sync, grinding and thrusting and moaning as we find rhythm.

I build toward orgasm, my muscles clenching around him as he pounds up into me. He grabs my hips, pulling me down harder onto him and that need to mark him overwhelms me as I feel my wolf surge forward, Zayn smirks wickedly seeing her press beneath my skin as it ripples. “Here I thought you were going to make me beg,” he chuckles. While I struggle to breath around teeth that feel to long for my mouth.

A low growl rumbles in my chest, a sound I have no control over. His wicked grin is all the invitation I need. I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. The skin gives way with a satisfying tear, and the hot, coppery taste of him floods my mouth. A shockwave of pure energy jolts through me, igniting every nerve ending as the bond between us flares. He grunt though it doesn’t sound pained, it more a sound of pure pleasure, and his hips slam upward, driving himself impossibly deeper while his finger tangle in my hair.

My vision goes white, my body convulsing around his length as I seal the bond and I cry out, my body shaking as I come, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me.

Zayn follows soon after, his movements become erratic as he reaches his climax. He groans, his body tensing as he empties inside me. I feel his release spill into me, hot and thick, searing seal on the claim I had just made. My muscles quake, and I collapse against his chest, my fangs still embedded in his flesh and our bodies still connected, as we catch our breath.