A Beauty In An All-Male Alpha Academy

Chapter 215: Claimed By Taros I.

She took off her hat, letting her dark hair tumble down in waves. The sight left him stunned, his eyes wide as he took in the length of it, and she was just as shocked. The sudden growth made sense only because she was a Malynster, and that truth settled in her chest like fire.

Angela’s eyes never left him as she pulled off her shirt, baring herself to him without hesitation. Taros leaned back, a slow smile curving his lips, his hands braced against the edge of the bed as though he had been waiting for this moment forever. Her palms slid over her own skin, tracing the swell of her breasts, and the sharp gasp that slipped from his throat told her just how much he wanted her.

She lowered her hands to her trousers, unfastening the button and tugging the zipper down with steady fingers before sliding them off her body. He had offered to help earlier, but she had refused. She wanted him to sit there and watch her, to burn under her pace, not his.

"How about I add music?" Taros murmured, his voice rough. She nodded, and he rose to fetch the remote from the table. The soft sound filled the room when he returned, but he barely seemed to hear it. His eyes stayed on her, dark and wild, his thoughts hidden but heavy enough to make her shiver. "How long do you want me to wait, my fiery queen?"

"I don’t know," Angela laughed softly, stepping between his knees. She leaned down and pressed her lips to his, teasing him with the taste he craved. He closed his eyes, trying to pull her closer, but she drew back too quickly, leaving him restless.

"Playing games?" he asked, his brows lifting.

"Maybe," she whispered, climbing onto his lap. His hands slid to her back, pulling her closer, but she caught his lips before he could speak again. They had dreamt of this night, imagined it in silence.

The kiss was slow at first, deep and hungry, full of everything they had not said. She nipped at his lower lip and reached for his trousers, her fingers working while his mouth refused to release hers. Taros stood in one smooth motion, her legs wrapping around him, and he shoved his trousers down before lowering himself back to the bed with her still locked in his arms.

She felt the hard press of him against her, swollen and desperate, and the smile that touched her lips was full of pride. She had done this to him. She had driven the most desired man in Mistvale to the edge, and now he was hers. No one would have believed it months ago, but here she was in a hotel room, ready to give herself to him and take him in return.

"Do you know you are driving me crazy?" Taros whispered, his breath shaky as he cupped her cheeks. His eyes were dark, desperate, and filled with need.

"If I’m driving you crazy, then f*ck me, Taros. What are you waiting for..." Angela’s words broke off when his mouth claimed hers again. His hardness pressed against her stomach, eager, and she rubbed herself against it before guiding him inside.

A sharp gasp escaped her lips as his thick length slid into her, filling her the way she had craved. The fullness, the stretch, the pressure against her knot...it was everything she had dreamed about.

His hands gripped her waist as she began to move, rising and lowering herself over him. He held on tighter, helping her find the rhythm as he looked up at her with fire in his eyes.

"I love you," Angela moaned, kissing him again, her fingers buried in his hair as she rode him slow, savoring each push and pull. Taros’s hands slid to her curves, caressing her before gripping harder, guiding her to move faster.

Soon he took control, his hips driving up into her, his mouth leaving hers to claim her breasts. His lips closed over her nipples, sucking, teasing, making her body tremble as he forced her to bounce harder on him.

meeting his filled the room, mixed with her cries and moans. She clung to him, her pleasure building as

don’t stop... I love the way you f*ck me," she cried, her body trembling as her release neared. But this was only the beginning. She knew the

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pulled the car to a sudden stop, the sound of screeching tires making everyone jolt in surprise. The siren grew louder

glancing out the back window. The sight of two officers stepping out of their vehicle made his chest tighten. "We

they’ll chase us all the way home. They must already have my plate number and this car is in my dad’s name," Kaito muttered bitterly, his jaw tight. This was never part of

voice low. "Do

shot back, frustration building in his chest. He glanced behind the seats where Eliza lay unconscious, her body still as stone, while Seraphina sat beside her lost in thought. Guilt stabbed through him. He

the plan then?" Alex asked, his breath heavy and

admitted as he unlocked the doors. "I’ll go out there and talk to

Seraphina said softly, her fingers moving to her shirt buttons. She pulled them open, her breasts spilling into view. Both boys swallowed hard and instantly looked away, their faces

lot," Kaito muttered under his breath, though part of him wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Before he could say more, a

Kaito said

would have been fine if not for your reckless driving," the cop replied,

voice cut in

toward her, unimpressed. "You didn’t pull

were after. We

a report that this vehicle was seen near a store that was robbed tonight.

Alex,

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and Dr Dave walked into the room. She dropped her hand from her face and leaned back in her seat, tired and frustrated. "Say what you want to say, young man. Go ahead and scold me the way

surprised by the sharpness in her tone. He had seen Renn storm out moments ago and it did not take much to know they had fought badly. Still, it was not his business. "I

harsh edge as she let her anger spill onto him, even though he had done nothing wrong. "But the moment

was not wrong, but it was not entirely his fault either. Over the years she had let them

them for too long already. Either she got to them now, or let her problems consume her. "If this is about

wanted to tear each other apart or mend their bond, it was their problem, not