Sold as the Alpha King's Breeder novel Chapter 628

Chapter 128 : Mark Me... Again

*Lena*

“I am coming back," he said, his voice a whisper.

I swallowed, nodding my head and looking down at the ground.

“Lena."

“Yeah?" I looked up at him, unable to stop the tears from welling in my eyes. One tear spilled over and trailed down my cheek.

Xander stepped toward me, then knelt before me. He reached up and used his thumb to wipe the tear from my cheek. “This isn't forever. I'll come back for you."

“We've said that to each other so many times–"

“And this is the last time, I promise." He took my hands in his, knitting his fingers around mine. “I promise."

“What–"

“I don't know what we're going to do, or where we're going to live. But I need to return to Egoren to find that out. It's going to be okay. We made it through this. We can make it through anything."

He rose on his knees and wrapped his arms around me. I knew it hurt him to do so; I could feel the way his muscles strained and then trembled around me.

“Xander," I said into his shoulder. I could feel the welts beneath his shirt as I ran my hands down his back. “You're hurting–"

“I'm fine," he replied, one of his hands running up the length of my back and into my hair, which was tousled from sleep. He pulled my head back so I was looking into his eyes. They darkened, a flash of need passing behind them that set a fire burning through my stomach.

He kissed me gently at first, his lips brushing against mine.

“I can give you my blood," I whispered against his lips.

“I need a lot more of you than that," he growled, and I felt my body go limp in his arms. His tongue parted my lips, tangling with mine as his grip on my body strengthened. He pulled me into him, almost pulling me off of the cot in the process.

Primal desire took over. I couldn't remember the last time we were truly alone together. He had me out of my clothes before I could blink, and then he rose to his full height to shed his own.

But my breath caught painfully in my throat as my eye focused on a jagged scar that stretched across his shoulder.

His mark was… gone.

“Xander," I cried, reaching up to touch the barely healed wound, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

“It doesn't matter–"

“It matters!" I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks again. Oh, Goddess… my heart was shattering in my chest as I took in the scars that roped around his chest, his arms, and his neck. He'd been ripped apart. My hands trembled as I laid them against his belly where the muscles were taut but marred by healed bite marks.

He'd heal; I knew that much. But these scars would be there forever, a constant reminder of what had happened to both of us.

“You can mark me again," he breathed as I trailed my fingertips over his skin. “I want you to. I need you to do that for me, Lena."

“I don't want to hurt you again, not after what–what they did to you–"

“You can't hurt me," he said, dropping to his knees.

“Xander, I can't, not when you're still healing–"

He kissed me again, hard, his lips bruising my own as he gathered my hair in his hand at the nape of my neck and pulled so I was looking up at him.

“You're my mate," he rasped. “I want your mark on my body."

Desire ripped through me, clouding my judgment. I didn't want to cause him any more pain. But…

He pushed me back against the cot, which groaned beneath our weight. It wasn't meant for two people, but Xander didn't seem to care that it was likely splintering beneath us. He ran his hands down the curve of my hips and thighs, cupping my ass as he pulled me closer.

My body was burning with heat, and my core was begging to be touched. I rocked my hips against his, a barely audible plea escaping my lips in a moan.

He kissed me again and again, his lips traveling down my neck and across my collarbone, over the mark he'd left on my chest.

He nudged my legs apart and ran a finger through my slit, testing me. I was already drenched, and a raspy grunt of approval was all I heard before Xander ran his tongue over one of my n*****s. I sucked in my breath and arched my back, crying out as the sensation of his fingers and his mouth brought me so close to the edge that I almost went over.

“Not yet," he whispered against my skin.