Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 120

Marked Twice by the Alpha King

Chapter 120

I felt Blake’s arms lighten and me, his lips leaving mine in trace a boning path along my jawline and down my neck, sing in on the mark that was mansorming with each passing second. The moment his lips tunched the sensitive spot, eléctricity shot through my entire body. My legs nearly buckled beneath me as a man tscaped my throat, unhidden and raw,

My back pressed against an ancient oak tree, Blake’s body pissing me there. The hand length of him pressed against my stomach left on doubt about his desire. My fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky testine as I pulled him closer.

“Make…” His name escaped me as a brathless

He whispered against my ear, his voke husky and strained. “Come will me. It’s too exposed here?”

Taking my hand, he led me through patches of silver moonlight and shadowy trem, moving deeper into the secluded area by the lakeside. With nach step. the mark on my neck grew warmer, as if preparing for what was to come.

My rational mind is screaming that this is out–tude, during the festival sight–hat my body, my wolf, they’re both healing for this, for him.

We entered a small cleaning ringed by towering ancient trees. The gentle lapping of lake water and darant festival music created a soundtrack just for us The moon hung directly overhead, spilling its light across the grass like a silver blanket Sperad just for our pleasure.

Blake turned to face me, his eyes transformed to pure gold in the moonlight as his wolf rose closer to the surface. “Last chance,” he growled softly. Tell me

to stop

stead of answering, i plated my hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath and his heart hammering a palm. My fingers slowly worked the fastenings of his ceremonial robes, revealing his perfect physique inch by inch as moonlight traced the contours of his muscles

When my hands finally made contact with his boor skis, a deep growl aumbiled from his chest–a pure Alpha sound that made my knees weak. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gulden gaio.

“Say it,” he commanded softly. “I need to hear you say it.”

1 took a deep breath, my voice soft but certain. I want you, Blake. All of you. Mark me, make me your “

Those worth shattered whatever restraint, he’d been clinging to. He pulled me against him with a primal hunger I’d never witnessed before, his control completely abandoned

His mouth found mine again, this kiss deeper and more demanding than before. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me thoroughly as his hands moved to the straps of my dress. With a gentle bug, the silver fabric slipped down my body, pooling aroural my feet like liquid moonlight.

Moonlight bathed my naked skin, and I felt Elde’s gate buming across every inch of me. His breathing grew heavier, mere ragged,

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “Even more perfect than I imagined.”

His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing acro

across my hardened nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I felt bold, empowered by his obvious desire, and let my hand drift down to his waistband, feeling the impressive hardness straining against the fabric. That knowledge sent a rush of heat pooling beteren my thight.

When the last barriers of clothing fell away, we stood naked before each other, as natural as the wilderness around us, hiding nothing beneath the moon’s

Blake gently lowered me onto the soft grass, the moonlight painting my skin with a silvery glow. His traced a reverent path across my collarbone and down to my breasts, each touch both worshipful and hungry

When his mouth closed around my nipple, a jolt of electricity shot straight to my core. I arched my back, offering more of myself to him with a gop that echoed in the quiet clearing.

His tongue circled my navel before moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My heart pounded frantically as my fingers twined in his hair, half- nervous, half–desperate for what was coming next.

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Chapter 120

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