Sold as the Alpha King’s Breeder

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.

to touch the barely healed wound, but

“It doesn't matter–"

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

much. But these scars would be there

trailed my fingertips over his

you again, not after

hurt me," he said, dropping to

I can't, not when

as he gathered my hair in his hand at the nape of my

rasped. “I want your mark on

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

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

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

again, his lips traveling down my neck

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

he whispered against my

and bit my

he whispered against my cheek as he positioned himself between

of conflicting

cot with one hand while his other hand explored my body, teasing me in all the right places. He knitted that free hand in mine and pinned our hands above my head, dipping

my mind clear and let my body take control. But my heart was hammering so rapidly in my chest that I found it

was probably the longest time

hand, pulling him closer so more of his weight was sheltering me. More of

rasped, panting as he met

slid over the edge into a mind-numbing climax that

desperation lining his face as he closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. “f**k," he growled between his

A tear rolled down my cheek as I kissed his shoulder, my lips brushing against his skin, then my

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through the small holes in the roof of the tent, illuminating the red half-moon mark that looked

cot, smiling softly at me. I

grabbed a long-sleeve shirt from his duffle bag, one he'd packed away for his journey. I didn't object. It smelled like him, and that itself was a small comfort. I could hear the sound of warriors waking up all around us even though the sky was still

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