The Alpha King's Witch Bride Chapter 352: Even If The World Burns Tomorrow

(Warning: Mature Content Ahead.)

Odessa’s POV

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"Mmph... Fuck." I gasped through my lips, arching my head toward the ceiling as Kaelos took my nipple into his mouth yet again.

He had pinned against the wall but soon grabbed by my legs firmly, carrying toward the bed.

When he dropped on the bed, I moaned softly, biting my bottom lip. My right foot trailed lines down his naked chest, snaking until it got to his belt buckle.

With a smug grin, I used my toes to tug at his belt, chuckling softly when it actually pulled off.

"How much do you want this?" He growled with a broad smirk, grabbing my feet before I could go any further.

With a few swift movents, he unfastened his belt, tugging it free with a sharp pull that made the muscles in his forearm flex. He tossed it aside carelessly, the tallic clang of the buckle hitting the marble making my stomach flip.

His eyes never left mine—not even for a second.

The hunger in his gaze was terrifying in the most intoxicating way. Kaelos wasn’t just looking at . He was consuming .

"You’re mine tonight," he said, low and certain, as if the whole world had to obey that fact.

A shiver tore through . "I’ve always been yours," I whispered back.

His smirk deepened, wolfish and dangerous. "Then let remind you."

He caught my ankles and spread wide, dragging my body down the sheets so I was sprawled open before him. Heat surged into my cheeks, but I didn’t dare close my legs.

I wanted his eyes on , wanted him to see everything I had to give.

Kaelos’s hand slid up my calf, his rough fingertips raising goosebumps. Then he went higher—over my knee, then my thigh. My breath hitched when his knuckles brushed over my slick folds slowly.

"You’re soaked already," he murmured, rubbing lazily against with the pad of his thumb. "All this, just from sucking your tits?"

"Kaelos..." My hips jerked helplessly against his hand.

He pressed harder, making gasp. "Answer ."

"Yes," I cried. "Yes, gods, yes!"

That was all it took for his patience to snap. He bent down suddenly, gripping my thighs and spreading them even further as his mouth descended.

"Oh—fuck!" My back arched as his tongue found my entrance, hot and wet.

He licked with hungry strokes, like a wolf at a feast, dragging his tongue up and down my slit until I was shaking. When he closed his lips around my clit and sucked hard, my vision nearly went white.

I clawed at the sheets, then at his hair, pulling him closer. "Don’t stop... don’t you dare stop—"

His growl vibrated against , sending shockwaves through my core. He devoured , sloppy and possessive, until my body was a ss of twitching legs and broken moans.

The knot in my stomach snapped violently, pleasure ripping through like a tidal wave.

"Kaelos!" I scread his na, my thighs squeezing his head as I ca undone.

But he didn’t stop.

He licked through the aftershocks, drinking down like a man who would never be sated. Only when I whimpered too hard to breathe did he finally lift his head, lips glistening with my cum.

"Beautiful," he muttered hoarsely, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Fucking beautiful."

Before I could recover, he was crawling up my body, caging with his arms. His cock, thick and heavy, pressed against my slick entrance.

My heart thundered.

That primal fear mixed with desperate need—the way only Kaelos could make feel.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in. "Please. I need you inside ."

His eyes darkened. "Beg louder."

I swallowed, my pride crumbling under the weight of my desire. "Fuck , Kaelos. Claim . I want you—scratch that, I need you."

That was all he needed.

He slamd into in one brutal thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

I scread, clutching at his back, nails digging into skin.

The fullness stole my breath. He stretched so wide it bordered on pain, but it was a kind of ache that fed my soul.

He didn’t move right away. He stayed buried deep, forcing to feel every inch, until I was trembling with the need for more.

"Look at ," he commanded.

I opened my eyes—when had I closed them?—and t his burning stare.

"Rember this," he growled. "Rember who you belong to when the war cos. No matter what happens out there—you’re mine here."

Tears pricked my eyes, but they were chased away when he finally started to move. He withdrew slowly, then slamd back in, making the bed creak and my body jolt.

"Oh gods!" My cry was ragged.

He set a rciless rhythm, pounding into with raw power.

Every thrust made bounce beneath him, my breasts swaying, nails scratching down his sweat-slick back. He kissed through my moans, swallowing my broken sounds as if they fed him.

"You feel so good," he groaned against my mouth. "So fucking tight, so perfect. Made for ."

"I am," I gasped. "Only for you... fuck, Kaelos—"

The pressure built again, stronger this ti, pulsing deep inside where he struck over and over. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head with one massive hand, grinding into harder and faster, until the headboard rattled against the wall.

"Yes—yes—don’t stop!" I begged, thrashing under him, every nerve alight.

"Mine," he snarled, biting at my neck, marking with his teeth. "Say it."

"Yours!" I scread. "Always yours!"

That declaration sent over the edge.

My body convulsed around him, milking him as my climax ripped through . My scream was hoarse, but I didn’t care—I wanted the entire coven to hear, to know who owned .

Kaelos roared in triumph, his thrusts turning erratic.

With a final, savage drive, he spilt his hot cum deep inside . The sensation of him filling completely drew out another shuddering orgasm, leaving shaking beneath him.

We collapsed together, tangled in sweat, heat and shaking breaths. His weight pressed into the mattress, grounding when everything else felt like it might disappear.

For a long mont, the only sound was our ragged breathing.

Then Kaelos kissed the corner of my mouth and whispered. "Even if the world burns tomorrow, I’ll still have this. I’ll still have you."

I closed my eyes, tears slipping free this ti, not from fear but from the way he said it—like a vow, like a truth that even fate couldn’t rewrite.

And as his seed settled deep inside and his arms wrapped in the safety only he could give, I prayed silently to whatever gods were listening: let this not be the last night we share like this.

Because if it was, at least I’d die knowing I was claid, loved, and worshipped by the Alpha King himself.