Page 9 of Rescued by Four Alphas (Claimed by the Four Alphas #2)

Her inner walls clamp down on my fingers as her orgasm hits. She throws her head back with a cry that echoes off the bathroom walls, her body shuddering with release. I continue to work her through it, easing the pressure gradually as her tremors subside.

When she finally relaxes, boneless and panting, I withdraw my fingers and press a gentle kiss on her forehead. Her eyes flutter open, and she gives me a satisfied smile that makes my heart skip.

"Come here," she murmurs, reaching for me.

I lean down, and she captures my lips in a kiss that's both tender and hungry. Her tongue slides against mine, tasting, exploring. When we break apart, her eyes are dark with renewed desire.

"Take me to bed, Leo," she whispers against my lips. "I want to feel all of you."

I lift Dahlia from the bath, water cascading down her curves as I wrap her in a plush towel. She's still flushed from her orgasm, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as I carry her to the bedroom.

"You're overdressed," she murmurs, tugging at my shirt as I lay her on the bed.

I smile, stepping back to strip off my clothes. Her eyes follow my movements hungrily, widening appreciatively when I pull off my boxer briefs and my erection springs free.

"Come here," she commands softly, opening her arms.

I join her on the bed, my weight supported on my forearms as I hover above her. Her damp curls spread across the pillow like a dark halo, and the scent of lavender clings to her skin. I lower my head to kiss her, savoring the soft fullness of her lips.

"I need you inside me," she whispers against my mouth. "Please, Leo."

I position myself between her thighs, the head of my cock nudging at her entrance. She's still slippery from her earlier orgasm, making it easy to slide into her welcoming heat. We both groan as I fill her completely.

"Fuck," I breathe, holding still to savor the sensation. "You feel amazing."

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper. "Move," she urges, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I begin to thrust, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency as her moans grow louder. Her body arches beneath mine, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

"Harder," she demands, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I won't break."

I increase my pace, driving into her with enough force to make the bed creak in protest. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, a hypnotic sight that makes my cock twitch inside her. I bend down to capture one nipple between my lips, sucking hard as I continue to pound into her.

"Yes!" she cries, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Just like that!"

I can feel her inner walls beginning to flutter around me, a sign she's approaching another climax. My release builds at the base of my spine, like a coiling tension that threatens to snap at any moment.

"I'm close," I warn as my pace falters slightly.

"Me too," she pants. "Don't stop, Leo, please don't stop!"

I reach between us to circle her clit with my thumb, determined to send her over the edge before I follow. The added stimulation is all she needs.

"Leo…" She cries out my name as her body convulses around me, and she clenches my cock inside her.

The sight and sensation of her coming undone is too much. With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep inside her and let go, my release pulsing into her in hot waves.

We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs. I roll to the side to avoid crushing her, but keep her close, one arm wrapped protectively around her waist.

Her fingers trace lazy patterns on my chest, following the lines of the scars I've collected over the years.

"I'm sorry for earlier," she says quietly. "I know you're all just worried about me."

"You have nothing to apologize for," I assure her. "We were being overbearing."

She sighs, nestling closer to me. "I'm scared too, you know. Not just of what might happen, but of losing my independence. Of becoming nothing more than a vessel for these babies."

I tighten my arm around her. "You could never be just that. You're Dahlia Baldwin, the brilliant scientist who saved countless lives. The woman who tamed four Alphas and made us a family. The strongest person I've ever known."

She looks up at me, her eyes suspiciously bright. "When did you get so good with words?"

"I've always been good with words," I tease. "You just never listen."

She laughs, swatting my chest playfully. "Jerk."

I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips. "We'll figure this out together. All of us. I promise."

She opens her mouth to respond, but a loud crash from somewhere in the house cuts her off. We both freeze, instantly alert.

"What was that?" she whispers, sitting up and clutching the sheet to her chest.

I'm already moving, grabbing my jeans from the floor and pulling them on hastily. "Stay here," I order, reaching for the gun I keep in the bedside drawer.

"Like hell," she argues, already wrapping the sheet around herself like a makeshift toga. "I'm coming with you."

There's no time to argue. I check that the safety is off on my weapon and move toward the door, positioning myself in front of Dahlia protectively.

We make our way down the hallway, hearing raised voices from the living room. I recognize Evan's angry tone and Onyx's deeper rumble.

When we reach the living room, glass crunches under my bare feet. The large picture window that overlooks the front garden is shattered, and its shards are scattered across the hardwood floor. A brick sits in the middle of the mess; a piece of paper is attached to it with a rubber band.

Evan kneels beside the brick, reading whatever is written on the paper.

"What happened?" I demand, keeping Dahlia behind me.

Evan looks up, his face hard with fury. "Someone threw this through our window."

"What does it say?" Dahlia asks, stepping around me despite my attempt to keep her back.

Evan hesitates, glancing at me as if seeking permission. I nod slightly.

"'Freaks don't deserve to breed.'"