The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate-Chapter 102: Holy Shit, Shadowclaw (Part 2)

Fin’s body was rigid beside her, every muscle coiled tight. Serena felt it before she was fully awake.

His fingers twitched against her skin, gripping tighter, then releasing. A sound tore from his throat. Something between a whimper and a growl.

He was dreaming. And it wasn’t a good one.

"Fin?" Serena sat up slightly, her hand finding his chest. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palm. "Hey ... it’s just a dream. I’m here."

His eyes flew open. For a moment, he didn’t seem to know where he was. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

She wiped the tear from his cheek with her thumb. "It’s okay," she whispered.

Her lips were on his before he could process what she’d just seen.

What she didn’t see was his eyes surging molten gold. His wolf rising to the surface, raw and unchained.

His tongue slid past her lips, fully into her mouth, and he was on top of her in one heartbeat. The kiss was desperate, consuming, like he was trying to prove to himself that she was real. That she was here.

His hands moved like he was memorizing her. The curve of her hip. Her breast. Mapping her like he’d lose her if he stopped. Every touch more urgent than the last, until urgency was all that was left.

Then something primal snapped in him. All control and restraint went out the window. His briefs were off and he pressed against her entrance.

She knew she should have stopped it. Slowed things down. But his body was shaking, and hers was already answering.

She felt the thick head of him nudging her, and then he was inside her. She winced.

"Fuck, you’re so tight," he groaned. He wasn’t even all the way in. He started thrusting, shallow at first, his hips moving on their own, driven by instinct.

The stretch was overwhelming. Pleasure threaded through pain, and Serena didn’t know which one to chase.

"Move your hips with mine, baby," he breathed into her ear. Then winced at his own words. Baby. He’d fought the urge to call her that. Had almost slipped a few times before. And there it was.

"I’ve got you," he whispered, thrusting deeper now.

He’d suspected she was innocent, but this confirmed it. She and Dex had probably only been together a handful of times, if that.

He forced himself to go slow. Every instinct screamed otherwise, but he could feel her adjusting to him, and he’d die before he hurt her.

Her hips started to move in rhythm with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer.

"Just like that," he breathed. She was so tight, so responsive, and he was losing his mind.

He grabbed her leg, hoisting it high to gain a deeper angle.

She gasped at the sudden depth, but he kept going—pushing harder.

"Your pussy is so fucking perfect."

His fingers dug into her hip and she couldn’t move. He felt her heat rising through their matebond, orgasm close.

"Fin ... I—"

"Cum on my cock," he commanded in his alpha tone, eyes flaring wolf-gold.

The combination of his size stretching her, and the relentless pressure building low in her core was overwhelming. She broke apart beneath him with a sound she’d never made before.

He thrust harder, faster, before finally following her over the edge and pumping hot spurts of cum into her with a groan that came from somewhere deep in his chest.

But his body kept going and he wasn’t going to fight it. He felt her climbing towards another peak through the matebond. Then she tightened around him again, spasming.

"Fuck ... Serena ..." He wasn’t expecting this. He expected to be done. But his hips kept going, thrusting again, deeper, and her body answered.

The urge to mark her was starting to take hold, but he wanted more. He pulled out of her, flipping them both so she was on top. He pulled her legs apart so she straddled him. Then he picked her up, lowering her gently onto his cock.

"That’s it. Take all of me," he groaned at the sensation of her lowering on every inch.

A pained noise escaped Serena’s throat at the sheer size and depth. All of it was too much. It burned and ached and she couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began.

He sat up abruptly and ripped her sports bra completely in half, tearing it off of her. Then laid back down.

Serena’s blush deepened even more under his gaze.

"Ride me, Serena," he said.

He didn’t wait for her to answer, gripping her hips and slamming her all the way down on his cock.

She screamed. But he was already pulling her up and driving her down on him again, his hips snapping up to meet her, giving her no time to adjust.

Slow at first then he moved her faster. Her breasts began to bounce with every thrust. His eyes darkened watching, and his pace picked up, hitting a spot inside of her that was making her see stars.

He fucked her like he owned her and her body was responding. She felt pressure rise in her core and her hips started to move on their own.

"Good girl," he praised.

Serena felt unwanted joy at that praise. Like her body craved his approval.

"Mine," he growled. Then his voice dropped lower, his wolf bleeding through. "You like being my fuck toy." His eyes burned gold. "Say it."

Heat flooded through Serena alongside the shock. She should have been offended.

Fin spanked her.

"You like being my fuck toy," he repeated. "Say it. Now."

"I like being your fuck toy," Serena breathed.

His palm cracked against her again. And that did it. The sensation of that sting with him thrusting under her, his hands moving her up and down, was all too much.

"There she is," Fin said.

Serena’s orgasm rose. Right before it hit, his vision blurred gold. His wolf surged forward with a force he couldn’t contain, and his fangs sank into her neck before he made the conscious decision to do it.

His seed spilled into her as her orgasm crashed through their matebond, overwhelming his senses in an endless feedback loop. Time dissolved. There was nothing but her pulse under his fangs and the wave that wouldn’t end. He wasn’t sure how long they stayed like that, all he knew was that it was like nothing he’d ever experienced.

When he finally retracted his fangs and pulled out of her, she winced. Then her eyes fluttered closed.

Fin grabbed a wet rag and cleaned her gently, then himself. Then he looked at the bed.

It was covered in cum.

He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the second bedroom in his tent.

Xeon: Told you. You wouldn’t last.

Fin didn’t dignify that with a response. He laid her down on the fresh sheets, pulled the blanket over her, and climbed in beside her.

He held her like she was the most precious thing he’d ever been trusted with.

"I love you already and it hasn’t been a week." He kissed her head again, chest aching.

He didn’t pray often. But he closed his eyes this time.

Moon Goddess,

I don’t deserve this. I’m an imperfect king and a more imperfect man. I know fate blessed me once already. But I’m asking anyway. Let me keep her. Let me be enough.