The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate-Chapter 135: Dex Took Her To Church On A Rock

Dex carried her to a large rock sitting on the shore.

The stone was sun-warm against her back, and his mouth was hot against her throat, and between the two of them she was burning from both directions.

He pulled her dress up, and ripped her thong off completely.

The fabric didn’t stand a chance. He pocketed it like it belonged to him now. Because it did.

His mouth was on her clit before she realized what was happening. Or before she could process the fact she was on a rock in middle of the day and completely exposed.

His hands pinned her thighs apart, holding her open to the daylight and his mouth like neither required her permission.

Her back arched off the rock. The sun warmed her skin everywhere he wasn’t touching, and the contrast made her hypersensitive.

A strange, frantic heat began to coil in the base of her spine, a rhythmic humming in her blood that she couldn’t quiet.

An involuntary vibration in her chest, that answered to Dex and only Dex.

The world began to blur at the edges, the roar of the waterfall silenced in her mind by the demanding pulse between her thighs.

"Dex... Oh gods."

Every nerve ending was screaming, caught in the suffocating tension of the heartbeat before a lightning strike.

Then it hit.

A tectonic force of pleasure tore through her. Her eyes flashed gold and her thighs clamped around his head.

He groaned into her like that was exactly what he wanted.

For several heartbeats, there was no sun, no rock, and no waterfall. Only a name. His name. And she was moaning it without thought.

Through the haze, she felt his pure triumph. A dark, possessive tide of need washing through their matebond, claiming parts of her that her mind hadn’t surrendered yet.

She lay there for a second, lungs burning and skin humming, completely spent and exposed to the open sky.

Entirely unaware that the apex predator between her legs was only just getting started.

Dex stood, then without word or warning flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her on the rock, face down, ass up.

His pants were down in a blur. Not all the way, he didn’t make it that far.

He began to push himself inside of her. But only made it about half way with how tight she was. She winced at the sting.

Her body fought him on instinct, tightening against the intrusion, and he held her hip with one hand, firm and unmoving, waiting for her to lose that fight.

He could feel her stretching to take him with the same resistance as earlier in the courthouse. It was wet, warm, and so tight that his vision darkened.

"Dex..."

He pulled out and pushed in again, getting further. She whimpered.

"Breathe," he said, voice wrecked. "You’re so fucking tight."

He spread her open with both hands, shameless, adjusting the angle so the next thrust would finish what the last one started. She gasped at the exposure more than the stretch.

He slammed in again. The sight of her like this, pinned and taking every inch of him, made something feral crack open in his chest.

His eyes flashed gold for a half second before he blinked it back.

Dex’s hand fisted in her hair, pulling her head back just enough that her throat stretched and her mouth fell open. He didn’t tell her to be quiet. He wanted to hear every sound he forced out of her.

And his cock went into her again with brutal force.

"That’s it."

He started moving faster, hips jackknifing forward.

He didn’t ease up. He couldn’t. She was too tight, too warm, and the sound she made every time he bottomed out was going to be the thing that killed him.

Her whimpers turned to moans, her body trapped and overwhelmed, unable to move as he claimed her completely.

Her fingers scraped against the rock, looking for something to grip, something to anchor her against the force of him, and found nothing. There was nothing to hold onto but what he gave her.

One hand delivered a sharp spank to her wet ass cheek. She tightened around him again, body jolting at the intensity.

A noise escaped her throat, feeling him come undone through their matebond more vividly than she ever had. It crashed over her in waves, hot and disorienting.

"Oh gods..."

She broke, orgasm ripping through her, clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.

"Mine. Every fucking inch of you. Mine."

In one swift motion, one arm went under her waist, pulling her back against his chest. His other hand moved to her thigh, pulling one leg up, so he could go deeper.

The new angle seated him so deep inside her that she choked on air. Her weight was entirely in his hands. He controlled how far, how fast, how much. All she could do was take it.

"Cum for me again, baby. Just like this," he whispered in her ear.

Her body trembled, overstimulated and wrecked.

"Wait—" she said, voice barely audible over the cascading water. Her brain started working at this moment. They were out, and she didn’t know who else knew about this place or was nearby. Panic and arousal warred in her chest.

His mouth went on her mark and her body reacted instantly.

"Fuck. Dex - fuck-fuck!"

An orgasm ripped through her convulsively, her body started clenching around him before her mind caught up.

"That’s it. Squeeze my cock. Drain me," he said against her mark, alpha tone slipping again. He released into her.

He continued. The hand holding her waist, moved in between her legs to her clit, and he rubbed it quickly. Aggressive friction not like anything she’d ever experienced with him.

His other arm held firm under her thigh, not letting her move.

His arousal poured into her and her body answered it before she had a say. The effect it was having on her was terrifying.

Every thrust was filling every inch of her completely.

Her heat started to rise rapidly again.

She stiffened, trying to move his hand off of her clit. She had a weird sensation again for the second time today with him. Deeper this time. More insistent. Like something inside her was being wound past its limit.

The angle was hitting a spot that made her vision blur, and his hand on her clit was too much on top of it. Together they were building something she didn’t recognize and couldn’t control.

Dex’s hand didn’t budge.

"No, Dex you don’t understand. I’m going to—" Her voice cut off, replaced with a noise that tore from her throat raw and unrecognizable.

"Stop fighting it," Dex commanded. He moved his hand off of her clit to spank her then moved it back, rubbing relentlessly. "Let go for me."

A strangled noise tore from her throat, something between a moan and a sob, and her body clenched around him so hard he groaned against her skin.

She squirted on his hand.

His fangs went into her instantly, instinct-driven.

Venom coursed through her bloodstream like liquid fire. It spread from her neck outward, racing down her spine, pooling low in her stomach where every nerve was already raw. Her vision flickered gold at the edges.

The world narrowed to the points where his body met hers: his fangs in her neck, his cock inside her, his hand between her legs.

Every sensation multiplied, layered on top of itself until she couldn’t separate one from the next.

He held her in place increasing the speed, pumping hot cum into her. Each pulse intensified her release.

When they finally stopped, his fangs retracted.

"Shit..." he breathed.