Marked By The Mad King Alpha (Phoebe and Perry) novel Chapter 150

Dawn was just beginning to break, casting a gentle light over the world, and I found myself enveloped in a moment I wished would stretch on indefinitely.

Reclining on the cool grass, we lay exposed beneath the expansive canvas of stars, a dazzling display twinkling above us. The night air was brisk, and I could feel Phoebe inching closer, her skin alive with the soft touch of the wind. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around her, intertwining our legs, pulling her snugly against me, as if to shield her from the night’s chill.

I placed a soft kiss on her forehead, a blend of affection and urgency swirling within me. “We really ought to get back,” I whispered, fully aware of the responsibilities that awaited us.

Yet, despite our mutual understanding of the need to leave, neither of us made a move to rise. This moment felt almost sacred, too perfect to disrupt. I wanted to drink in every fleeting second, reluctant to part ways, fearing the loss of even a few cherished minutes with her.

With a soft sigh, I reiterated, “We really need to go…” Then, in a playful attempt to ease the tension, I gave her a gentle smack on the bottom. She jolted in surprise, her eyes widening, and I couldn’t suppress a chuckle. “You look so incredibly cute. I wish I could keep you in my pocket.”

The laughter that bubbled up from within me felt different from my usual sarcastic quips; it was genuine and bright, illuminating the darkness that surrounded us.

“Stop looking at me like that,” she teased, her voice a mix of playfulness and shyness.

Unable to resist the pull of her lips, I leaned down and captured them with mine, a familiar heat igniting within me. If it were entirely up to me, she would have succumbed to exhaustion by now. But as she wove her fingers through my hair and tugged gently, my resolve completely shattered. I groaned into her mouth, the sound thick with desire.

“Just one more… please, just one more,” I pleaded, spreading her legs apart and positioning myself between them. My fingers slid down, confirming how ready she was for me.

Good. At least she craved this as much as I did.

Pulling back slightly, I studied her face, entranced by the flush that colored her cheeks and traveled down to her collarbones. This was one of the countless things I adored about her—her body was an open book, revealing her desires without hesitation.

“I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” I said with a smirk, watching her press her lips together, a silent acknowledgment of my words.

This was far beyond any simple act of atonement. Tonight, I had already taken her multiple times, and she was slick and glistening from our shared ecstasy.

As I pushed inside her, a deep grunt escaped my lips, overwhelmed by the sensation. The way she enveloped me felt nothing short of divine.

“Christ, Phoebe. I want to stay buried inside you forever. Damn, leaving you is going to be the death of me,” I gasped, urgency driving my movements.

With each thrust, desperation surged within me. Phoebe trembled beneath me, her nails digging into my back, and I relished every moment of that sweet pain. I craved her, needed her in a way that felt primal.

“Fuck, Phoebe. You’re so tight,” I whispered, playfully pinching her nipple and biting down on her neck where my mark lay, urging her higher.

When she finally came apart beneath me, the blissful expression on her face lingered, a beautiful sight that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. She bit into my shoulder, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, and I remained deep within her, my teeth claiming her neck once more.

They just needed someone to lead the charge.

“So you’re really going?” Elder Tricia approached me, concern etched on his brow. He still wasn’t in agreement with my decision.

But if my own mate couldn’t sway me to stay, what could he possibly say to change my mind?

“I’ve led warriors into battle before. I’ve done this multiple times, while my father hoped I’d return in a body bag, but I survived. This kind of fight won’t break me, old man,” I replied, determination lacing my words.

Elder Tricia groaned in annoyance at my defiance. “Fine. Do whatever you want, but come back quickly. Bring that brat with you and let the other warriors handle the cleanup. There won’t be much left for you to do once you take them down.”

Here he goes again with his lectures.

I simply nodded, “Okay. Take care of my mate. I don’t want anything happening to her. And keep the other elders away from her.”

As the dawn broke, casting a soft glow over the world, the remnants of our night lingered in the air like a sweet perfume, a testament to our shared vulnerability and the fierce bond we had forged. In those quiet moments before the chaos of the day began, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the intimacy we had created, a sanctuary amidst the storm that awaited us. The warmth of Phoebe’s embrace and the lingering taste of her on my lips served as a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, love could be a powerful force, grounding us and giving us the strength to face whatever lay ahead.

Yet, as I stepped away from her sleeping form, the weight of responsibility settled on my shoulders. I could feel the tension of impending battles tugging at my resolve, but the image of her peaceful face fueled my determination. I would fight not just for survival, but for the promise of more moments like these—moments filled with laughter, passion, and an unbreakable connection. I would return to her, no matter the cost, because in the depths of my heart, I knew that our love was worth every sacrifice.