WARNING
THIS Chapter HAS 16 SCENE
AT THE SA TI
MICHAEL
Even in defiance, my body betrayed , shuddering under waves of heat. Their scents filled the room, thick and intoxicating like drugging perfu. The wolf growled, desperate for contact, for comfort. But I refused to submit so easily.
"Don’t..." I snapped weakly, pushing against Terrence’s broad chest, desperate for so semblance of control. "Don’t touch ."
Adrian chuckled, the sound a low rumble that reverberates through my very being.
"You say stop, yet your skin shivers for it."
Xavier bends beside , eyes gleaming with wicked intent.
"We can taste how much you want it, how much you crave our touch."Xavier said.
Terrence, ever so still, leaned in to trail his nose along my neck, a possessive claim.
"Give in, little wolf. Your body is calling for us, no matter what your lips say."He smirked.
In a mont of desperate defiance, I lashed out and managed to buck Adrian off the bed. His eyes flashed briefly with surprise before narrowing with sothing darker, more primal. Zavier steps closer, those storm silver eyes fixed on with an intensity that makes my pulse quicken against my will.
"Running won’t change anything, Michael." He murmured, tilting his head slightly, as if considering like a curious bird. "Your heat is like a beacon, drawing us in. You know this. Your wolf knows this."
The air thickened with an intoxicating mix of alpha scents, overwhelming my senses. Their combined pheromones weave together in a dizzying dance, a heady symphony ant to ensnare, and make sure it does. Heat flared up my spine, pooling low in my belly, igniting a primal need that threatens to consu what’s left of my defiance. I bit my lip, desperate to contain the whimper rising in my throat.
This can’t be happening. I won’t give in... With the room swimming in a haze of alpha scents, my resistance starts to crack. Every breath feels like a struggle, every touch a burn against my skin. Adrian grinned, eyes glinting with dark satisfaction as he watched my composure unravel.
"You can fight it all you want, little saint. But you can’t deny what your body is begging for."Adrian smirked.
Xavier leaned in, his breath ghosting over my skin as he whispered.
"We can sll your need, sweet oga. Let us give you what you’re craving."He grinned.
I glare up at them, chest heaving, crescent mark burning like a brand beneath my skin.
"You think I’m just going to roll over? That I’ll let you all claim like so prize left by the moon?"I groaned.
Adrian smirked.
"You already belong to us. Deny it all you want, your scent screams otherwise."Adrian teased.
Xavier runned a hand through his wild hair, eyes dark with hunger.
"We can sll your heat spiking with every word we say. You’re drenched for it, Michael."He said.
Terrence said nothing, just watched with those storm gray eyes like he’s morized every flicker of my defiance. And then Zavier moved. He stepped forward until his chest brushed mine, silver eyes holding mine in a gaze too deep to escape, like staring into the heart of winter and feeling seen for the first ti.
"You fought tea." He murmured, voice low enough that only I can hear it beneath the alpha growls around us. "You fought Selene... ... fate..." His thumb dragged across my bottom lip once, and sothing inside shattered just a little more. "...but you never fought this."
Then his mouth crashed down on mine. No warning and
no rcy. Just fire and ice colliding, a kiss that tasted like destiny carved in teeth and tongue and trembling hands fisting silk behind him without even realizing it’s happening... I tried to push him away, but my fingers ended up clawing at his back instead. A broken sound escaped when he finally pulled back, half snarl, half whimper, and Zavier just smiled faintly, catching my gasp against his lips one last ti.
"Still fighting?"He asked. "...then keep fighting."
His hand slid slow down my side, to rest possessively over the pulsing crescent on my hip.
"We’ll be here when you burn out."He teased.
The world outside our bedchamber fades away, replaced by a whirlwind of sensation as Zavier claid my mouth in a searingly possessive kiss. I wanted to struggle, to push back, but instead my body responded in ways I can’t control, arching towards him against my will. I only realized the other three are gone when he finally boke the kiss, leaving panting and shaking beneath him.
Zavier’s grip tightened, pinning in place as he began trailing kisses along my jawline, finding each sensitive spot with unnerving acuity.
"Duty... fate... it doesn’t matter. Not anymore."He murmurred.
His breath ghosted across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine that I can’t hide. Every nerve felt raw, exposed under his touch. I tried to pull my thoughts together, to fight back, but his words keep unraveling .
"You don’t... have to fight this." He murmured, his lips brushing over the hollow of my throat.
The touch is almost tender, a stark contrast to the possessive way he’s holding . I bit back a whimper, my body betraying .
"I won’t... surrender."I whispered.
"You already have." He whispered, his mouth hovering above my collarbone.
His words sent a wave of heat through , and I hate myself even more for responding to them. Zavier’s grip on my wrists tightened as he leaned down to whisper against my ear, his tone teasing and dangerous.
"You’re going to give in, little oga. It’s inevitable."He whispered.
I tried to find my voice, to respond with a sharp retort, but my mind is clouded, my body reacting to his touch against my will. Zavier let out a low, rumbling chuckle as he brushed his nose against my neck, inhaling deeply.
"You can lie to yourself all you want, but the truth is the sa. Your scent betrayed you the mont I entered the room."He teased. "And it seems that others understood that you are mine and left us all alone."
I gasp as he nipped at a sensitive spot on my neck, my body arching into him involuntarily.
"Damn you." I muttered, my voice shaking.
Zavier’s grip on my wrists tightened even further, his breathing becoming ragged as he struggled to contain the primal impulse to claim .
"You have no idea what you do to , little oga. Your scent... it’s driving crazy."He whispered.
I shuddered at his words, my body responding to the heat in his voice despite my best efforts to resist.
"You shouldn’t... you can’t..."I whispered.
Zavier chuckled, the sound almost feral.
"Your body wants this, even if your mind doesn’t. I can see the hunger in your eyes."Zavier grinned.
Zavier’s restraint finally snapped, his grip on tightening even further. His eyes darkened as he pined against the sheets, his body fully covering mine.
"You’re mine." He growled, the words a low, possessive snarl. "You’ve always been mine, even if you didn’t realize it."
My heart raced, my body betraying with every ragged breath I drew. Despite myself, I found myself leaning into him, my thighs instinctively parting to accommodate his weight. As Zavier tore off his own shirt, I tried to protest, to push him away but the sight of his bare chest made my thoughts go blank, my body taking over as I reach up, my fingers tracing the lines of his abs. Zavier grinned, the sight of submitting to desire making his eyes darken with lust.
"No use resisting, little oga. You want this as much as I do."He teased. "Every inch of you," Zavier growled, his voice thick with hunger as his hands trail down my sides, mapping the curve of my waist, the dip of my hips. "Is going to be mine."
I tried to speak, so last shred of defiance on my lips but all that cos out is a broken gasp when he yanked what’s left of our clothes away in one violent motion. Cool air hits overheated skin, but it does nothing to cool the fire burning through . His eyes locked onto mine, silver storm raging with sothing deeper than lust, possession, raw and unrelenting.
"You still think you can say no?" He leaned down until his mouth brushed my ear, hot breath sending tremors through every nerve. "Sll yourself. Dripping for already... pulsing right where I’m gonna claim you first."
A whimper clawed its way up my throat, and I bite it back but too late. Zavier heard it.
"You want to stop?" He murmured mockingly soft now, dragging his fangs along the tendon in my neck, not biting yet just promising pain and pleasure wrapped together so tight I won’t know where one ended and the other begun. "Say it... tell to go."
But we both know I won’t. Because even as sha burns behind my eyes, the oga’s curse warring with pride, my hips roll up against him instinctively... seeking friction... seeking him. And when he finally grinded down hard against skin on skin, he laughed low into the crook of shoulder like this was never about choice at all.
"Didn’t think so." He breathed and then silenced every thought with another claiming kiss while one hand slides possessively between us and lower...touching all sensitive spots I had no idea I had.
"Mine."He whispered. "My oga, my mate."
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