Chapter 168: Don’t Ruin My Fun
Zara
I woke sometime in the middle of the night to Kane’s lips gliding over my jaw, his teeth nipping at the skin. A little drowsily, I opened my eyes and grinned at the innocent expression on his face.
"Couldn’t sleep?" I asked with a smile. His short kisses alone had already made my body react to his touch.
"Can you blame me?" he murmured against my jaw. "You look like a goddess, naked and beautiful. I’m afraid my composure has completely fizzled out."
His words were enough to ignite a fire in my belly, and a slick wetness formed between my legs. I rose from the bed, my eyes never leaving his impressive cock. Alpha tried to sit up, but I stopped him with a firm gaze.
"My turn," I smirked. "Don’t ruin my fun."
Alpha settled down on the bed with a lazy grin on his face, his hands stretched behind his back. I snorted at the sight and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. When I took the head into my mouth, he shuddered.
"Fuck, Zara." He groaned, his cheeks flushing.
As soon as I took half of his cock into my mouth, Alpha jumped off the bed. He pushed me onto all fours, and I lifted my ass. This time, his cock slid inside me more easily, though it still took me a few moments to adjust.
His thickness stretched me to the limit, but my skin ignited with a burning desire. I needed every inch of him, every inch of him inside me, every inch of him, every inch of him demanding me.
Alpha wasn’t as gentle as the first time, slamming into me with a deep groan. My pussy clenched around his length, begging for more, for whatever we could do.
"Look at yourself," Alpha purred, the sounds of our flesh intertwining filling the room. "So beautiful, bent over for me."
Alpha’s hand dug into my hair, and he picked up the pace, mercilessly thrusting into my pussy. My moans turned into blissful cries, his name spilling from my lips more times than I could count.
As I felt the pressure building between my legs, Alpha pulled me toward him. His hand slid down my front, stroking the bundle of nerves as he continued to thrust.
"That’s it, darling," he purred, his voice hoarse. "Cum for me."
His passionate words, the wild roar in my ears as I came, reveling in his length, arching to give him a better view. Soon, Alpha came, filling me with his seed for the second time that night.
Alpha’s arms wrapped around my torso, his lips pressed to my hair. I wondered when this need would end, this incessant desire to touch him, to feel him inside me, if it would ever end.
I could have spent an eternity in this bed, an eternity, getting to know his body, the hoarse sounds escaping his lips. When the trembling in my limbs subsided, I sank into a blissful, dreamless sleep.
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Kane’s POV
The moment I saw the note Marcus left, I knew a plan would form in Zara’s mind. I wanted to blame her, but I couldn’t, because I would have done the same. I would have given myself to save any member of my pack, but Zara was different.
The selfish side of me wanted to carry her away, cursing the lives of Sophia and Govinda along the way. But I couldn’t, because Zara would never forgive me.
I watched the gears turning in her head as we cleaned up the aftermath of the fight. She intended to surrender; that much was clear. My wolf and I were at odds.
He wanted us to take her away from this pack, away from the fucking Marcus, while I knew we had to respect her decision, even if it meant tearing my mate away from me.
Ryan and a few of my men scooped up the corpses and carried them deeper into the forest. The easiest way was to burn them.
I wouldn’t let them be buried lest they curse my land with their presence. They would be burned, and their ashes scattered far from my pack.
Marcus had toyed with my pack countless times, and the war had finally reached its climax. I’d prepared for weeks in case of another attack; all we needed was information. Thousands of people were brought in from my pack, Zeke’s, and Bran’s.
Evacuation plans were drawn up to ensure the safety of all those unable to fight. Countless volunteers had come forward to fight in this looming war, and each new volunteer brought a fresh wave of pain.
These people, my people, were willing to lay down their lives for their home. I wanted to spare them all, to fight this war alone.
"Just as Zara is willing to walk into the enemy’s arms," my wolf growled. "You two aren’t so different. She’s taking Luna’s place without even realizing it."
Saving Zara, saving the people of this pack, I wanted to do it all, but I knew it was impossible. I knew lives would be lost on both sides, but I kept wondering if there was anything else I could do.
Once the streets were cleared and the blood washed from the ground, I led her back to the pack house. After her father left, I led her upstairs, watching her stagger.
I noticed everything about her: the way her eyelids fluttered when she was tired, the blush that colored her cheeks when she slept at night. She had captivated me long before her birthday, probably from the moment we met.
"You smell like death," I chuckled, feeling a shudder in my chest as she blushed and rolled her eyes.
"You don’t smell so great yourself, buddy." She smirked, sniffing me defiantly, her little nose wrinkling.
If she only knew what she’d done to me, she probably would never have let me forget it. Every expression on her face left me in a constant state of awe. I watched her plump lips spread into a smirk, a mischievous glint flickering in her eyes.
