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“Selene,”
He moaned, head falling back to the pillows as he grabbed onto my thighs. He squeezed the
supple flesh, kneading the skin on my legs before skimming them to my ass. Each hand is
full before he squeezed and rubbed at the ache.
“-such a good girl.”
He groaned, moving his hand to my clit.
I let out a shaky breath, groaning at his ministrations. It felt all too much. So good. So damn good. The throbbing on my neck where he’d left his mark was still there. Each time he touched me, each squeeze, each caress, the mark on my neck tingled. The sparks of where
he touches me, the fire that engulfs my sensical thoughts all come hand in hand in this
moment.
So this was the full effect of a mate bond.
I could understand why people hyped it up now.
“-Need to mark you.”
I tell him, leaning down to kiss his neck. My eyes narrow down at the perfect spot. The area
of his skin that just screamed at me to claim. I could literally feel myself salivating as I
stared. I could picture it, my mark boldly displayed on his skin. My tongue peeks out, teeth playfully nibbling at the curve as I felt my canines ache to sink into him. To finally claim
him as mine as he did with me. I get wetter at the thought.
To see my mark on his skin for all to see. My arousal mixed with his spreads between us as
I continue to clench around him. Some from our previous engagement and some from now. The knot in my lower abdomen tightens and I knew I had to do it soon. The tight coil I could feel just barely hanging on was within reach. I was at my peak and I needed this now.
Raizel’s eyes meet mine and then I knew it was time.
I leaned down onto him, clenching him tight, and sank my canines into his neck.
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He grunted deep from his throat, spilling himself deep inside me with jerky twitches until he coated my walls with his cum. I shivered against him, tightening my hold around his neck for a second longer before pulling my teeth from his skin and collapsed onto his chest. My body heaves from overexertion but I manage to angle my head up so I could see the fresh indents on my teeth. I leaned up to lick at his mark, my chest swells with adoration at
our claim.
The final layer that separated our souls vanished.
felt him.
Everything.
What he was feeling, how he was feeling, but most importantly, the affection he felt toward me. The warmth that seemed to bubble up in his chest and spread through his veins as he stared down at me lazily. The same kind of affection i felt for him. His hands move up to caress my face in between his palms. Slowly, he leans down to lay as on my forehead, mumbling a phrase so quietly that I missed it.
But thanks to the bond, he didn’t need to.
I felt it all the same.
Landon couldn’t breathe.
His chest felt tight, like something was weighing down on him. His throat constricts painfully until he could hardly gasp out a breath. The torment and distress emitting from his wolf only serves to drag him down further. It wrapped around his neck, squeezing the life out of him until he was barely hanging onto his consciousness. The heavy, looming ever–present anguish he feels pierces into his soul. Like chains that weighed him down, his body felt heavy with his energy snuffed out.
This was pain unlike any other. He could feel his blood pumping, the searing, raw ache twisting his heart like a wind up toy. The initial pain he felt from his mate having sex with another was hard enough, but this-
Oh Goddess, this was worse.
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His body was limp. Weary, worn out and utterly destroyed from all the damage he’s suffered and will suffer. He could hardly sleep, the constant jabbing pain each time his mate joined another would keep him up. The attacks would get progressively worse that he’d be wheezing, gasping out for breath pathetically until it would stop only to continue again not a moment later. But it wasn’t just pain he felt.
No, he felt anger run through him.
Sorrow, confusion, betrayal-
The thought of another man touching what was his, kissing, caressing, fucking-
He growled out, eyes blown black as his wolf went feral. He could imagine it. Seeing Selene- his Selene–spread for that fucking Alpha. He would take her, claim her, pound into her like he was her mate. He’d tell her all sorts of things- things he should’ve been telling her.
Raizel Locksworth was playing the role he should’ve had.
The role he will have.
He tasted the bitterness on his tongue. His inability to accept that Selene moved on and accepted someone in his place adds more to his suffering than he’d care to admit. He shuts his eyes, digging his clawed nails into his mattress. The bed was torn already but he allows himself to dig into the cushions until his claws were deep in the foam.
He thought it’d be easy.
