Page 76 of Chained By the Alpha (Claimed Duet #1)

I shake my head. “No… the rogues.” I gasp, my father always said that was one of the worst rogue attacks on our pack with so many people caught in the crossfire, unless they knew it was a hit, which would explain why they refused to submit.

“You think my father or Linda were behind it?”

He nods. “Yes, and I think Dane has proof of that,” Zayn answers. Yet that leaves one other question: where does Samuel fit in all of this?

“And what about Samuel? How does he fall into all this?”

“Because Lydia is his daughter!” he says thoughtfully. “And he has always been power-hungry, always wanting more than he should have. He and Dane are best friends; it adds up.”

My world is crumbling around me. Everything I knew is darkening into a nightmare of betrayal and deceit. But there is one tiny flicker of hope amidst it all.

“We need to find that footage,” I murmur and Zayn nods.

“We will find it. Alpha Greyson said we can stop over tomorrow.” I sigh, at least it’s something.

“So what now?”

“Now?” he asks with a smirk tugging up his lips as he leans lower. “I’m going to shower if you want to join me,” he purrs against my ear, and I feel the heat spiraling down my spine.

“Zayn, we,” I stammer.

“We will deal with everything tomorrow, Cleo,” he murmurs against my lips.

His voice is smooth like velvet yet commanding enough to make my knees weak.

“Right now, the only thing you need to worry about is feeling every inch of how much I want you.” His breath is hot against my skin, tracing the line of my neck with slow, deliberate kisses that promise more.

His hands roam over my body, firm and insistent, mapping every curve as if committing it to memory. “Let me make you forget all the drama for today. Instead, let me lose myself inside you.” His words are a seductive whisper, pulling me deeper into the intoxication of his presence.

His hands slide down to my waist, his touch electrifying. I swallow hard as he pulls me closer to him, his expression glistening with a desire that mirrors my own. His lips hover just millimeters from mine, his warm breath fanning over me and sending chills down my spine.

“You don’t have to think, Cleo. Just feel,” he murmurs against my lips before claiming them in a searing kiss that leaves no room for thought.

“Alright,” I breathe out, surrendering to his touch. He grins and takes my hand, leading me toward the massive en suite bathroom in our bedroom. The tiles feel cold against my feet, the sensation overshadowed by the blistering heat that is rapidly spreading throughout my body.

I love this bathroom; the shower is spacious, enough for two or more people, so much bigger than the one at home that I shared with Lydia.

I watch as he turns on the faucet, steam immediately filling the room and fogging the mirrors.

He turns to face me, his gaze heavy with lust and something else.

With a smirk playing on his lips, he starts to remove his shirt, unveiling his muscular, tattooed torso and arms to my eager eyes.

I drink him in, marveling at the fact that this man is mine.

Wordlessly, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it through the loops of his jeans, his eyes flickering ominously to his wolf briefly when I lick my lips watching as he undoes the button and zipper on his jeans.

He lets them fall and steps out of his jeans and boxers, standing completely naked before me.

My pulse quickens at the sight of him—the way his muscles move under the skin, the burn scarred into his flesh down his flank, adding to his rugged appeal.

Then with a swift motion, he closes the distance between us and kisses me fiercely.

His hands explore my body with an urgency that leaves me breathless.

The world outside—the looming threat of Alpha Samuel and Alpha Dane, the betrayal of Lydia and my father—fades into insignificance.

All I can focus on is his lips moving against mine as he nudges me back against the sink basin.

His deft fingers work on my clothes, removing them one by one until I’m as bare as he is.

He steps back, his gaze roaming over my body, his eyes darkening to deep pools of black as his wolf presses forward.

He tugs me to him, his claws slipping from his fingers, grazing my skin, making me shiver.

A deep throaty growl rattles from his chest as he nudges me backward into the shower.

With a single, searing look full of need and lust, he steps toward me.

“Cleo,” his voice rumbles low in his chest like thunder, echoing through the steam-filled room.

His eyes feast on my naked form hungrily before meeting mine again.

An unspoken promise hangs heavy in the air between us, charging every atom in my body with anticipation.

His hands move tentatively to my hips, their heat seeping through my skin causing an instinctive shudder to ripple through me as sparks dance across my body at his touch.

My body leans into his touch, craving more of it.

He wraps his arms around me tighter, pulling me against him until every inch of our bodies touch.

I can feel him hard against my lower belly, throbbing with a desire that matches my own.

Feeling emboldened by his response, I let my fingers trace the contours of his sculpted torso, appreciating the feel of his firm muscles under my touch.

My hands explore further south to his cock, standing at attention for me.

With a teasing grip, I begin stroking him slowly while relishing in the raw groan of pleasure that escapes from his lips.

Zayn leans down and presses soft kisses along the length of my throat that lands like a thousand tiny sparks across my flushed skin.

His lips then wander over the curve of one breast, and he takes a hardened nipple between those soft lips of his.

The sensation sends electric jolts directly to my center and my pussy clenches air.

My fingers weave through his hair as he continues lavishing attention on my breasts while exploring the rest of my body with eager hands. He dips one hand down and brushes lightly over my throbbing core eliciting a whimpered moan from deep within me.

“Zayn,” I gasp out desperately as he circles two fingers over my clit torturously slow building up waves upon waves of pleasure that stir deep within me before he drops to his knees before me, the shower long forgotten as he drags one leg over his shoulder and my back slams against the shower wall to keep my balance, Zayn buries his face between my legs.

His tongue begins to explore, teasing me mercilessly. His fingers continue their journey as they find my entrance and slowly slide inside. A muffled moan escapes my lips as I buck against his face, grinding against his skilled mouth that sets my body on fire.

The cool tile of the shower wall against my back is in stark contrast to the raging inferno consuming every fiber of my being. My hands weave tighter into his hair, pulling him closer as the pleasure builds.

He growls against me as he teases me deeper, the vibrations echoing through me. In between bouts of pleasure, I manage to glance down at him, and I am met with his silver gray eyes glowing with desire.

With every lick, every suck, he pushes me closer to the edge. His hand reaches up to grip my hip to steady me as his other hand slips between my folds to join his mouth in its delicious torture. He slides two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot inside me.

My breaths come out in short gasps now, the coil within me winding up tighter and tighter. My hands tighten their grip on his hair while my hips move in sync with his mouth and fingers.

“Zayn,” I gasp again, struggling to form words beyond his name. Zayn does not let up. If anything, he increases the pace of his fingers and tongue bringing me closer to the precipice. And then with one quick flick of his tongue coupled with a thrust of his fingers, I shatter around him.

Screams rip from my throat as waves of pure ecstasy crash over me. My back arches off the wall as my body convulses in sweet release. He doesn’t let me move away from him, he holds me there with a firm grip on my hip and finishes lapping up every bit of my orgasm.

As I come down from the high, he pulls away slightly, watching me with a satisfied smirk. Pulling himself up to full height again, he cages me in against the wall.

His gaze roams over my body hungrily before locking onto mine. There’s an unfathomable depth in his gaze—an unspoken promise that this is just the beginning of our night together. His lips capture mine in a deep kiss.

My hands roam the contours of Zayn’s back, feeling the flex and give of his muscles beneath my fingers. My nails rake down his skin, eliciting a low growl from him that vibrates against my lips.

Breaking the kiss, he lifts me effortlessly against the wall of the shower. His eyes burn into mine with raw desire. My legs wrap around him instinctively.

I squeeze my legs tight around his waist as he plunges those two fingers inside me, hitting all the right spots with frustrating precision. My grip on his hair tightens even further and I arch my back into him.

Desperate for more, I guide his throbbing length to my wet entrance, using my thumb to spread my arousal over his tip causing him to shudder beneath my touch. The head of his cock teases at my entrance before he pushes in slowly, filling me inch by decadent inch with his manhood.

His grunts and moans intermingle with mine as I take him deeper and deeper within me until we can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.

He pulls out and with a powerful thrust, he enters me smoothly, our bodies fitting together perfectly like two missing puzzle pieces finally coming together.

I let out a strangled cry of pleasure as he fills me.

His cock slides in and out of me with a measured pace designed to stoke our mutual pleasure, setting us on course for an explosive climax.

Our worlds narrow down to just this - heat, need, passion entwining into an exquisite symphony of senses as we climax together in a crescendo of pleasure.

“Mine,” Zayn growls possessively in my ear as he thrusts harder and deeper into me, building the rhythm until it’s all-consuming. The sensation of him buried inside me is more than I ever dreamed it could be - overwhelming, deliciously wild.

“Yes, yours,” I breathlessly reply before giving myself over completely to the sensations overtaking me.

As we move together, I feel the pressure building low in my belly.

The heat and tension coil tighter and tighter until with a roar from Zayn and a cry from me, we come undone together, our bodies shuddering in unison as waves of pleasure wash over us.

As we come down from our high, Zayn’s lips find mine again, this time in a gentle kiss, “Mine,” he murmurs against them, his voice hoarse from desire and exertion. “Forever, Cleo.”

“Forever,” I echo back, my voice a warm whisper against his chest. His heart beat a soothing rhythm beneath my ear, grounding me in the reality that is us. My fingers lazily draw patterns on his toned abdomen, admiring the play of muscles under the taut skin.

His hold tightens around me, staking his claim even as Zarek echoes the sentiment in the recesses of our minds. His lips gently trace the shell of my ear before he whispers, “I love you,” words that send thrills of joy down my spine.

“I love you, too,” I murmur back, meaning every word.

For now, though, wrapped in Zayn’s strong arms with his heart beating beneath my ear, I forget about impending pack wars and the dramas of life. For now, I bask in the undeniable truth that we belong together despite whatever challenges we may face.

We step out of the shower toward the steam-covered mirror and awaiting towels, I catch sight of our reflections together. His dark eyes meet mine in the mirror’s reflection, heavy with emotions that words would do no justice to. This man, this Alpha, is mine. And I am his.