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Chapter Seventy-Four: Moment
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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
Bound to my Wicked Stepbrother Chapter Seventy-Eight: Straying
AlbaThe thumping of my heart will not cease; my body’s frame is hard against the door I slammed in his wake, but my knee’s support leaves me pooling on the cold floor.The room is dark, and only light from the industrial streetlights pools in from the window, yet that diminishes my need to turn on the house’s lights. My stomach burns; it is not the alcohol swimming in my veins, enticing bravery where none calls for it, but the seed he spilt on me under his lustful gaze, the growl he voiced on my flesh, his command, his dominance…everything sent my body burning.His anger has never affected me this way, even with the bond intact; all I wished to do was pacify him, but now…I want more.I want him to spill more on me, his anger, his rage, his force; I want him to break me.The pull of my sweater and shirt from my frame was easy. The discarding of my poorly ripped bra, on the other hand, was not because it hung against my bruised flesh like a torn jacket, but thank heaven, his moisture
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“The plane is ready for you, your majesty.”The attendant says, and as I follow him in the guided direction, she stands before me, blocking me from Marko.“Our Alpha requests your presence.”Marko stills in his track before turning his glare to her, and as much as one can visibly notice her cower, there is some excitement in her gaze.“He- he only requests five minutes.”“No.”Marko answers for me, but as if disregarding his words, the attendant turns fully to me.“Please?”I know Jax’s mode of operation; she would probably, no, definitely be punished if I do not yield to her request, but the weather is unstable. We might have to wait and depart tomorrow if I stay too long.I reach for my device and dial his number.Of course, he doesn’t answer.“Please?”The attendant repeats, but this time I shake my head. I wish I could bring myself to care for her fate, but I just do not.“Then- then use this line.”She utters desperately, then passes a card bearing an unfamiliar number.“Please.
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A boisterous laugh, one I was certain I held no capacity to produce, slips from my lips at his words.“A real marriage?”I repeat.“With whom?”I take a step back from him, doing my best to hide any emotion my body exhibited. I hate the keenness with which my gaze traces the muscles underneath his shirt.Christ, for the first time this evening, I appreciate his shoulder garters, not because they remind me of Marko, but because they frame him like an Adonis.Did…did he have good fashion before, or am I just noticing this?“Alba.”He calls my name in a low tone that almost causes me to inhale in preparation for…for what?Is this how he gets his women?Christ, I thought I was immune to his charms; what if he had never used them on me?Still, before he says anything, I proceed with my point.“So, let me get this straight, I utter to you that I am terrified to think of you in any other way for fear you will leave me, and your response is to taunt me?"Which part of me terrifies you when I
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