The Lycan King and his Dark Temptation novel Chapter 155

GABRIELLE

I screamed into the pillow when my center was impaled from behind, my legs spread wide, and my trembling fists clenched onto the sheets.

Dominated by the full weight of my mate pressing down on my back, mounting me like a wolf in heat.

My moans were muffled by the fabric, blending with Quinn's deep growls vibrating against my nape as he obsessively licked it.

I knew he was going to mark me, and my being called out to his with desperation.

"Quinn..." I moaned, my voice muffled, as his thrusts turned savage, his thick shaft stretching every muscle inside my core, the boundary between painful pleasure blurring in my mind.

I shattered into a million pieces of ecstasy as I reached a mind-blowing orgasm, feeling his lycan canines sink deep into my nape and his cock knotting me, filling me with his seed until my belly felt swollen.

In my turbulent mind, the image of a wolf began to take shape—I knew it was Quinn’s wolf spirit calling out to me, howling.

The mark was temporary; I no longer had the magic that once allowed me to hear the inner wolves, even if they weren’t mine.

But now, when I wanted so badly to connect with my mate, I couldn’t.

Still, I called out to him with all the strength in my heart, feeling a gentle caress wrap around my consciousness for a few seconds.

"You are my female, Gabrielle. Never again dare to push me away, to push us away. You are our entire world, baby. I love you so much, my Gabrielle, never forget that, my mate. Never forget me..."

Tears rolled down my damaged eyes as his figure faded from my mind despite my desperate attempt to reach him.

I couldn’t hold onto him for long—I needed my power back, I needed my life restored.

Feeling his strong heartbeat against my back, I gradually calmed down.

Warm arms wrapped around me, turning us to the side while still connected.

Quinn gently licked my nape, our sweat-slicked skin clinging together, our legs tangled, and in the comfortable silence of a few seconds, the intensity of our emotions slowly settled.

"Baby, don’t cry. He’s ecstatic that you accepted us, that you spoke to him, even if just for a moment. Gabrielle, he told you what he’s been dying to confess," he whispered, holding me tighter, comforting me.

"Quinn, without magic, I’ll never be able to perform the Selenia ceremony. I’ll never be able to carve my name into your heart, to truly belong to you," my voice came out fragmented, filled with disappointment.

"Never say never, Gabrielle. You already belong to me completely, my mate," he murmured into my ear, sitting up slightly.

My insides trembled with the aftershocks of our release, feeling the warm white fluids slowly trailing down my thighs and onto the sheets.

"I think I’ve proven to you that I’m a very persistent man—I don’t give up easily. We’ll find a solution. I just want you to be okay, Gabrielle, and never again think of pushing me away. My wolf and I are more than satisfied with that."

He kissed my shoulder, making my heart tremble.