Claimed by My Bestie's Alpha Daddy novel Chapter 132

“Don’t stop,” I breathed. “Please don’t stop. I need it so bad. I need you.” His hands locked down on my waist, guiding me into a rhythm that made everything else fatl away. The sound of our bodies was wet and obscene, echoing through the nest. My moans spilled out without hesitation, my nails dragging across his chest as I chased my release.

“Just like that,” he panted. “I want to feel you fall apart on me. Show me how much you need this.”

The orgasm tore through me, sharp and sudden, like my body had been waiting for permission. I gasped so hard I choked, and he caught me in his arms as I shook, kissing my throat and whispering filth and praise against my skin.

But I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. My body felt like it was melting, and the only thing that made it bearable was more of him. I kissed him again, wild and uncoordinated, and bit his lip hard enough to make him growl.

“More,” I begged. “Don’t hold back.”

He flipped me with almost no effort, pressing me down into the nest with my hips high. “You want it rough, baby?”

“Yes,” 1 moaned. “Please, give it to me. I can take it.”

He thrust back into me so deep it made me sob into the bedding. His grip on my hips was bruising and relentless. Every time he drove into me, it knocked the breath from my lungs.

“You feel this?” he rasped. “This is what your body needs. What your wolf’s been begging for.”

“Yes,” I cried. “It’s so deep. You’re so deep inside me.”His fingers slid between my legs and found my clit, rubbing tight and fast in time with his thrusts. I was already unraveling again, my moans turning frantic.

“‘m close,” I gasped. “Richard, I can’t-I’m going to-”

My climax ripped through me, white-hot and consuming. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. My entire body seized and released all at once.

He cursed behind me, still moving, until he finally spitted inside me with a groan that sounded like surrender. He collapsed over me, both of us trembling.

Richard

She collapsed beneath me and I caught myself just in time, resting my weight on my forearms. My lungs burned, my body ached, and my mind was still tethered to the storm I hadn’t finished handling.

I kissed the slope of her shoulder. I whispered something I barely heard myself say. Then I pushed my focus outward again.

Report. Filter origin. Surveillance sweep. Check shifts against unauthorized logins.

As I issued silent commands, I traced lazy circles across Amelia’s back.

She twitched back into sleep, her body still hot and demanding even in rest. I pulled her onto my chest and breathed her in. That scent, that sound, that heartbeat. It was the only thing anchoring me.

Amelia

He held me like I was something precious. I pressed kisses along his sternum and tasted the salt on his skin. Everything in me buzzed. I didn’t want to sleep. I wanted to stay here, connected to him, wrapped in the heat we’d made.

“Still want me to rest?” I asked, my voice rough.He smiled faintly, stroking my hip. “You’ve earned it.”

We began to drift, the nest warm and soft around us. But just before I fully slipped away, I felt his body stiffen under mine. Something shifted.

Richard

The sound wasn’t real. Not in the room. It was in the link. Soft.

Rhythmic. Not bells for ceremony or mourning. Something older.

Something quieter.

Miles away, Nathan crouched near the nursery vents. He held a gray badge with no department printed, no name. At first glance it looked blank.

But at the bottom edge, etched so faintly you’d miss it unless you were looking, was a bell. And underneath the plastic, there was a bitter I trace of wolfsbane.

My stomach turned cold. Whatever this was, it hadn’t ended. It had only just begun.

Amelia

When I woke, the room felt quieter than it had in days. Not physically, but something deeper. The air still smelled of sweat and sex and wolf, but the urgency had softened. My body ached in the best way, limbs heavy, lips swollen, skin marked from teeth and hands and heat, but my mind felt clearer than it had since the first spike.

He gasped. I knew he was seeing me.

The cracked tile of the children’s home. The ache of being chosen and unchosen again. My mother’s face the last day I saw her. Cold. My own arms wrapped around my knees the first time bled and thought it meant | was dying. Hunger. Hiding. Hope.

We didn’t speak. I braced my knees wider and bounced harder, chasing something I didn’t have words for. He matched my rhythm with sharp, upward thrusts, his hands gripping my waist tight.

“Amelia,” he warned, voice frayed.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned. “I’m so close. Just like that.”He thrust harder, faster, and I broke apart with a loud, helpless cry.* felt him pulsing inside me as I clenched down, shaking through my orgasm while he groaned my name into my throat.

I stayed straddled across his hips, trembling and breathless.

“I saw you,” I whispered.

He kissed the top of my head. “I know.”

We lay tangled together for a long time after. When we finally pulled apart, I fetched water and fruit. We ate in the nest, legs crossed, both of us naked and unashamed.

“My thighs hate you,” I said.

He chuckled. “That bad?”

“You’ve ruined me. I don’t know how I’ll walk.”

He reached over and kissed the inside of my knee. “TIl carry you.”

After eating, we curled back together. The tension inside me had ebbed, but not completely. The edge still thrummed beneath my skin.

“I thought heat was supposed to end when the Alpha’s rut faded,” I said quietly.