Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 545

Chapter 47: Mark Me, for Real This Time

*Lena*

I would live in this moment forever.

Moonlight dripped through the living room windows, mingling with the faded amber reflection of the streetlights. Xander was shirtless, his muscles taut and glistening with sweat as he stepped away from me.

This was it. I felt it in my bones. Every touch, every kiss, every uttered word felt like the last as he whispered my name against my skin. He didn't say Lena. He said Selene, the sound of it like music as he trailed kisses down my neck and shoulder.

He knew the truth now, but I don't think he understood my internal battle. It wasn't like I was debating jumping headfirst into love; what I felt was true, fated love.

He'd be gone by my twenty-first birthday. That much I knew. I didn't know where, but he'd be gone, and I'd be left to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart.

My life wasn't my own. If what the prophecy said was true, I was the Moon Goddess reincarnate. I didn't know what that meant for my future. And if I wasn't sure about what it meant for me, how could I be so selfish as to allow someone to tether themselves to me in life, in love, and marriage?

I'd told myself long ago that I wouldn't bear children. What kind of mother could I possibly be? An earthbound deity, changing diapers? A mother with power so great, yet so uncontrollable? It wasn't safe. I wasn't a safe person. I didn't deserve that kind of life.

But I wanted it. I wanted it desperately. And as Xander knitted his hands in mine after lowering me onto the carpet, I wanted it with him, and only him.

I'd have this one taste of love to hold fast to as the years ticked by. I'd shelter it, keep it tucked away, a memory for my eyes only.

I opened my legs to him and he came to me without a moment of hesitation, his length filling me, his width stretching me until I was full, panting and whimpering beneath him.

He chuckled under his breath as I lifted my hips to him, pleading as he brought his grinding movements to a painful, teasing slowness that left me desperate.

"I plan to take my time," he purred, dipping his head to run his tongue along my collarbone.

I moaned his name, and he growled in response, taking one of my n*****s between his teeth.

Worship, that's what this was. He kept the tempo of his thrust slow and teasing until I was nearly delirious and begging him for release. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him close as I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my body off the ground so he could take me deeper.

I wanted all of him. I wanted him to hurt me, to claim me as his once more. I dug my fingernails into his back, scratching him until his skin gleamed red in the light spilling through the blinds.

He kissed my neck, then my mouth, sucking on my lower lip until I finally cried out and threw my head back in ecstasy.

I didn't realize he was holding himself back until he sheathed himself inside of me with one final, violent thrust. He cried out as my muscles flexed around him, growling deep in his throat as I pulled him closer to me, refusing to let go.

We lay on the ground for a moment, our bodies spent. He propped himself up on his elbow, looking down at me, the fingers of his free hand tracing circles over my hip bone.

I reached up and tucked his hair behind his ear, running the back of my fingers along his cheek. He was still inside of me, and he made no moves to separate us either. His hand moved down my thigh, wrapping around the underside of my knee, his soft touches sending ripples of electricity over my skin.

"That tickles," I whispered, my mouth twitching into a smile.

He tickled the skin behind my knee and I writhed beneath, the motion causing his breath to hitch as he tightened his grip on my leg.

"Keep doing that, and I'll have to take you again, right here on the floor."

"Is that a promise?" I purred, wriggling my hips.

His c**k responded before he could, hardened as he pressed deeper inside me. "Lena-"

I moved my hips up and down, my breath escaping my throat in a shallow moan.

"More," I whined, and fire flashed behind his eyes. My pitiful begging had awoken the primal side of him that I so desperately needed to see, one last time.

He flipped me over so I was straddling him, his arms outstretched and gripping the bottom of the couch as I rode him to climax after climax. There was something so powerful about this position. I was totally exposed to him, my breasts and stomach illuminated by the light coming through the windows, my skin glistening with sweat.

He was watching me, his eyes narrowed to slits as I pushed him closer and closer to his edge. He gritted his teeth, hoarsely saying “F*ck!" as he tilted his head back, his muscles going rigid.

He was always the one in control, but not now. I slowed down, teasing him like he'd teased me for nearly an hour.

"Lena," he said sternly, opening one eye to look at me.

"You don't like being teased," I panted, a wry grin touching the corner of my mouth.

I'd forgotten one thing about Xander. He was a wrestler, and in one swift movement I was back on my back, his arms pinning to the ground as he lowered himself over me.

He didn't enter me again, however. He just looked at me, an amber ring glistening around his dark irises. Primal. Animalistic. His wolf was more in control than he was in that moment.

Wait.

"Xander," I said, fighting against his grip. "Xander, wait-"

"You're mine," he said, his voice steady and serious as he lowered his head to whisper against my breasts. "Mate."

"You can't know for sure!"