Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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.

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

my mouth twitching

the motion causing his breath to

doing that, and I'll have to take you again, right here on

I

he could, hardened as he pressed deeper inside

down, my breath escaping my throat in

whined, and fire flashed behind his eyes. My pitiful begging had awoken the primal side of

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

eyes narrowed to slits as I pushed him closer and closer to his edge. He

always the one in control, but not now. I slowed down, teasing him like he'd

one eye to look at

I panted, a wry grin touching the corner

one swift movement I was back on my

didn't enter me again, however. He just looked at me, an amber ring glistening around his dark irises. Primal. Animalistic. His wolf

Wait.

I said, fighting against his

he said, his voice steady and serious as he lowered his head

know for

his grip on my arms and I broke free of

but I shook my head, tears beginning to well in my

"Even if="

if what, Lena? I don't want to fight this anymore. I'll

thought. Surrender. I didn't have all the answers. Why waste my life on what ifs and what

blinking back

I can't give you what you want, Xander?" I

forehead to mine, exhaling deeply. "You're the only thing I want. The only thing I've ever

deep kiss, and quickly

Xander. I've had my powers since I was a child," I whispered

"Not your wolf-"

"I don't know-"

his voice edged with a nearly inaudible frustration. "You're mine. I'm yours. Whatever happens next," he breathed, kissing me deeply

shoulder, and I winced. He pulled away, looking over my naked body. The sight of me, splayed out and glimmering with sweat, sent a thrill of desire

could feel it in my soul. He was looking for a spot as he moved within me, his breath

I felt out of body as we moved against one another, my body already spent,