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Chapter Seventy: Filthy
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I am not in heat; I cannot blame his scent or my nature as a wolf.Perhaps it is his hold on me, his unearthing beauty, or my absurd desire to please him.Yes...that's it.My desire for him to crave me. It is my yearning for him to want me that keeps me still as his thumb pokes intrusively in my mouth.Marko’s eyes look unfocused; their silver seems to lose its reflective shimmer as they yield to the newfound darkness clouding them.His hand adjusts slowly as if praying I halt him, but he does not understand how it thrills me to see him give in to me.The frown on his face deepens, but his conflicted emotion is coupled with the sliding of his index and middle fingers in my mouth.I yield willingly, pressing my tongue against the intrusive pair and wrapping my lips around them before wetting them enough to slide my tongue between them easily. His fingers taste clean; then again, a royal never has to open doors.An encouraging moan escapes me, seemingly sending his constrain out the win
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“Marko, I will not apologise for having your mother banished...what I will apologise for is not running far enough from you that you could never reach me. You should never have realised that I was your mate."Her words plunged something deep within him, and the newfound searing pain caused him to drop her wrist as if it scolded him.He could utter nothing in response to her harsh words, mainly because it would be an excuse if he did—an excuse that might cause her to halt her tale and for them to spiral into an argument.But how dare she utter those words to him?How dare she insinuate he had no right to find his mate!"The dream that told me you were my mate made me wish for death.”She uttered with a broken smile before taking a swig of her liquor.“I had always told myself I would love my mate so deeply that they would not stray. I wanted everything between us to be perfect; they wouldn’t have a family they must leave, and I wouldn’t be breaking theirs. Our love would be normal and
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He should insist that they run inside, away from the cold, and finish their business there, but what if they sobered up before then…what if she pushed him away? What if she remembered that she had one to go home to now? The thoughts irritated him into pinching a stiff bud that caused her to twitch her body in such a way that he felt the softness in her core jolt against his hardness. He shouldn’t, but his head bent to taste the divine buds from the glorious flesh splayed before him, captivating him to insanity. The feel of her skin against his lips aroused him, but it was her scent that made him growl like a beast; Christ, he could devour her. A moan escaped her before her hand sunk into his hair. “Not so hard, Marko.” She whispered as he continued to suck on her bud, twirling his lips about it just to feel her texture. Not so hard? He could eat her whole if she let him. Acquiescing to her demand, he used his tongue to soothe and tease the nub that prodded against his mouth. Ab
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Marko Christ, what had he done? What of the bond? He could smell her now, so what did that- A hearty chuckle escaped her, stilling the panic in his being. “Good God, that was fast!” She uttered again with a louder laugh, but his stomach would not let him join her, “God! We are like animals!” She uttered as she lowered her sweater and pulled her pants to decency. She did not wipe his seed, merely covered it, he wanted to help clean her, but he couldn’t bring himself to suggest the act; what if he lost his sanity again? “Relax…” She whispered as she slid from the table, wobbling slightly, perhaps because of the weakness he induced in her knees. He should be proud, but regret at his irresponsibility claimed him. How could he do that? How could she let him? “There is no need to resemble a deer in headlights; the scent is gone. The bond is still broken.” Impossible, he could still… He raised his nose to confirm, and…it was gone. Her…bubble gum (?) scent was gone. The scent h
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He isn’t coming. I repeat to myself as I splash some more warm water on my face. Ugh, what the hell was that sickly sweet champagne Magnolia guzzled down my throat in ‘celebration’? If she wants me to be drunk and embarrass myself, all she has to do is say that. A sigh escapes me at my tired expression in the bathroom mirror. My face is flushed, yet despite how tipsy I am, the hurt from seeing him arrive with his ‘ex-fiancée’ cut too deep to be blurred with liquor. Ever since the production ended, I woke up to sex dreams where Marko would bind me, trap me somewhere and have his way with me mercilessly. Of course, I would plead that he free me because, let’s face it, I would only plead that he does not touch me so that I could be regarded as sane. Because who in the hell would want to be bound and f*cked mercilessly by someone who all but regarded them as a slut? Guilt always devours me at the end of the vulgar dreams, I guess they are about to worsen now that he is with his ex-f
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Marko "Cut”. The director's voice rang for what would be the last time, and applause followed. The moment was bittersweet, but the feel of Alba detaching from him as if he was plagued stung. "Alb-" "Don't...don't say anything, Marko. Let this end." "I don’t want-" "Don't want that?" Again, she interrupted him, finishing his sentence when he did not wish her to. "Marko, you called me a slut a few weeks ago, so let this 'slut' reform her ways, a safe distance from you.” “I never said you were a slut.” “No, you merely said that I spread my legs for anyone who gives me the time of day; if your argument is on semantics, try again." Alba uttered as she moved from him, but her dress, the same ivory gown that stole his chest as she walked down the Aisle, making him wish that for a moment the scene was real and she was his bride, made her curse as she moved. "God damn heels!" She muttered before leaving him...again. Should he manipulate her transport? No, she might not fall for
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The woman’s voice holds remorse so deep that it stills me momentarily; it is only when tears stream down her face, ruining her perfect make-up, that I try my hardest to squat in the tightness of my dress and hold her in my arms, for God knows what reason.A feeling I had not felt since Red Graw dances in my chest."My Su-""I am sorry for the way it ended, my dearest misunderstood crimson moon."My lips utter with a voice that comes from deep within me before a smile tilts the corners of my lips upwards.Despite the smile playing on my face, a deep heaviness feels my chest.“It shall awaken soon; find your centre, my precious blood moon; only then will you find peace.” The moment her head slumps heavily on my shoulders, the ‘enchanted’ feeling dissipates from me before I feel her stiffen in my arms."Oh...oh, you must think I am insane."She whispers through my flesh before she peals away from me, hiding the crimson covering her face.“Help me up?”She asks her chauffeur, who assists
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“That’s like saying I do not care for my skin.”The girl Violet converses with responds.“I am not responsible for how you choose to interpret my words.”Christ, Violet.I almost groan, but Georgia yells a question impolitely at me."Is that a ring? Are you engaged, priestess?" Silence follows the words; even the blonde, who almost responded to Violet’s taunt, turns her attention to me.“That’s right; you said you would discuss it inside,”Rebeca chimes.Hesitation echoes within me, I thought I would be amongst friends as I open up about this tender subject, but instead, I feel as if I am-"Yes, uh...I am getting married."I announce into the silence, and gasps follow from the majority of the lips but Rebecca’s."Oh! The Lycan King was carrying a baby in his arms in the papers, perhaps a week back. Was the baby yours? I mean, you did go missing for years after the whole Red Graw saga. Did they… I mean, is that why you are being removed from the royal line."Georgia asks; her brashnes
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As opposed to an elegant parlour room, Rebecca escorts us outside to a greenhouse-like place that holds numerous colourful and bright plants that add to the bright aesthetic of the party, and despite being outside, the scent of pastries and tea hang deliciously in the air.My gaze turns to the nearby pond, and it is so clear that I can see my reflection in it, but more than that, I can see the tiredness in Rebecca’s build.I guess all the Clive relatives, regardless of association, had a tough time after Magnolia’s treason.The deeper we walk into the space, the more the sound of laughter and chatter calls to us only; it is not as inviting as she had once presented during the mate ball.“About Magnolia…”I begin, but she turns so suddenly on her track that I wind up trailing my words.“Oh, we are fine. Our relation is only from the maternal side.”What the hell is that supposed to mean?Does it matter from which side your cousins hail?“Anyway, I saw today’s papers; how are you holdin
