Page 137 of Marked By Alphas 2: Claimed

With one swift movement, Caleb lifted me up—his hands nearly spanning my entire waist—and then impaled me on his thick shaft. I threw my head back and shuddered in his arms, a strangled cry escaping my throat as he filled me completely. Even with Derek’s earlier attentions, the stretch was intense, bordering on too much. The size difference between us had never felt more pronounced than in this moment, my smaller body struggling to accommodate his supernatural dimensions.

“Oh baby, you feel so right deep inside,” Caleb growled, his voice a low rumble that I felt all the way to my core. “Like you were made for us.”

“I’m beginning to think I was,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he began to thrust, his movements hot and hard from the get-go.

I bounced against him, riding the wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me. Each upward thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of electricity shooting up my spine. I clung to him, my nails leaving half-moon indents in his skin as he fucked me with an intensity that matched the fierce look in his electric blue eyes.

Derek, ever the overachiever, couldn’t seem to leave me alone. He moved in behind me, his chest pressing against my back as his arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against him. His lips and teeth found the sensitive skin of my neck, marking me again as Caleb continued to drive into me from below.

“Sharing isn’t your strong suit, is it?” I managed to gasp out, thoughthe complaint held no heat. The sensation of being held between them, claimed by them in such a primal way, was almost too much to handle.

“Not when it comes to you,” Derek murmured against my skin, his breath hot and sending shivers down my spine. “Never when it comes to you.”

I felt like I was being torn apart by pleasure, my body wrung out and writhing like crazy as Caleb fucked me with wild abandon. Through our bond, I could feel his desire, his need to claim me just as thoroughly as Derek had. It was a feedback loop of sensation that pushed me higher and higher until I was teetering on the edge of another release.

And then I was coming again, my release ripping through me with the force of a freight train. I cried out, my body clenching around Caleb’s cock as I rode out the waves of my orgasm.

“That’s it, baby,” Caleb encouraged, his voice rough with desire. “Let go for me.”

But Caleb wasn’t done with me yet. With a growl that vibrated through both of us, he shifted our positions, pushing me back against Derek’s solid form. Derek’s arms came around me once more, his mouth and lips on my neck, his breaths hot against my skin as Caleb continued to fuck me.

“I can’t—” I gasped, overwhelmed by the continued assault on my senses. “It’s too much?—”

“You can,” Caleb insisted, his thrusts growing more powerful, each one hitting that sweet spot inside me that had me seeing stars. “And you will. For us.”

I could feel him swelling inside me, his own release approaching as his movements grew more frantic. The sensation was overwhelming, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to sweep me away.

“Come for me, Kai,” Caleb commanded, his voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you come apart on my cock.”

As if his words were the key to unlocking my body’s response, I felt my orgasm building once more. It crashed over me like a tidal wave, my body convulsing with pleasure as Caleb drove into me one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he found his own release.

With a final, powerful thrust, Caleb sank his teeth into the flesh of my chest, just below my nipple. The sharp sting of pain quickly morphed into pleasure as our bond flared to life, a brilliant light enveloping us as we glowed with supernatural energy.

Through the haze of pleasure, I could feel our connection strengthening, our souls intertwining in a way that transcended the physical. It was beautiful and terrifying and perfect all at once.

As the glow faded and our breathing began to slow, I found myself sandwiched between my two mates, feeling more complete than I ever had before. Marcus moved closer, his hand stroking my hair as he gazed down at me with a look of satisfaction and love that took my breath away.

“Holy supernatural light show,” I murmured, my voice hoarse from all the shouting I’d been doing. “Is that going to happen every time? Because if so, we’re going to need blackout curtains.”

Caleb’s laugh was a warm rumble against my chest. “Only during the claiming,” he assured me, pressing a gentle kiss to the mark he’d left. “Though I can’t promise we won’t make you see stars every time.”

“Modest as always,” I teased, though the effect was somewhat ruined by the way I melted into his touch.

Marcus’ eyes were dark with desire as he watched us, his own need evident in the tension of his body. “My turn,” he said simply, the two words loaded with promise.

Before I could even catch my breath, Marcus was there, scooping me up into his arms with the focused intensity of a predator who’d waited long enough. I yelped in surprise, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried me across the room.

“Someone’s eager,” I quipped, though my voice was breathy with anticipation. “What happened to the cool, collected alpha businessman? Did he finally snap, or is this some kind of corporate hostile takeover?”

“He’s taking what’s his,” Marcus growled, his eyes flashing crimson, the barely restrained wolf visible just beneath the surface. “Nine years of waiting, Kai. Nine years of watching, wanting, needing.”

“And here I thought patience was a virtue,” I managed, my attempt at sass undermined by the way my body trembled against his. “If I’d known CEO types were this intense in bed, I might have reconsidered my career path.”

He set me down on the soft cushions of the sofa with surprising gentleness that contrasted sharply with the primal hunger radiating from him. His body followed mine, caging me beneath him with a presence so commanding it made my inner snarky commentator temporarily shut up shop. His kiss wasn’t just passionate—it was consuming, like he was trying to devour every sassy remark I’d ever made or would make in the future. It was as if he was intent on claiming every inch of me, marking me inside and out as his.

Marcus’ lips trailed a fiery path down my neck, each kiss leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He lingered at the pulse point just below my ear, his tongue flicking out to taste my skin before he moved lower, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

“Hot and demanding,” I murmured, my head falling back against the cushions as I gave myself over to the sensation of his mouth on my body. “I should have known you’d be a biter.”

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