The Fake Saint's Alpha(s) (BL) Chapter 11. Claimed by silver eyes alpha

WARNING

THIS Chapter HAS 18 SCENE

AT THE SA TI

MICHAEL

Zavier’s words cut through the haze in a way that even his touch couldn’t. Heat flared in my chest, rage and sothing else that made want him in spite of myself. I glared up at him, panting against his mouth, hands clenching in the blankets beneath us.

"Mate?" I seethed. "I’m not so toy... not soone to possess. I’m...I not yours Zavier."I muttered nervously.

Zavier’s grip tightened, his eyes blazing with a feral light as he hovered over , every inch of him radiating dominance and sothing dangerously close to reverence.

"Not mine?" He murmured, voice like winter silk, cold, smooth, deadly. "Then why does your pulse jump when I touch you? Why does your scent bloom under my hands like moonflower at midnight?"

His thumb brushed the burning crescent on my hip, a brand no one else can see but him and I gasped, back arching despite myself.

"You can say it a thousand tis. Not yours. But your body sings a different hymn." His lips grazed the shell of my ear. "Mine. Not Adrian’s. Not Xavier’s ga. Not Terrence’s oath. Mine."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he shifted between my thighs.

"And when I sink into you, when you’re trembling and screaming and drenched in my scent you’ll forget how to lie even to yourself."He grinned.

I thrashed weakly, unable escape his scent and his grip.

"I... hate you..."I whispered.

He stilled just for a heartbeat. Then a slow, devastating smile curved his lips.

"Good." He whispered. "Hatred burns just like love." His fingers slipped lower, teasing making whimper into the silence between thunderbeats. "Either way... fire belongs to fire."

Zavier growled again as I squird beneath his weight, my own desire betraying despite my defiance. I hated how my own heat burned like wildfire in response to him.

"You’re making this harder than it has to be, little oga." He murmured. "Your body’s betraying you. Your wolf is begging for ."

I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in... refusing to let him see just how much he was getting to .

"Shut up." I growled, my breath ragged. "I’m not g-gonna let it get claid because of stupid saint oga thing!"

Zavier leaned closer, breath hot against my neck as he inhaled deeply, a growl of satisfaction rumbling through him as my scent only grew stronger.

"Stupid, huh?" He murmured, his hand trailing down my stomach, his touch leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "Your heat’s driving insane, oga. I can sll how badly you want ."

I could feel myself responding, my body arching towards him unconsciously as my scent coiled around us, thick with desire... and sothing else. I gasped as Zavier effortlessly rolled onto my stomach, his strong fra pinning down, trapping in place with my hands pressed into the sheets. His heat enveloped from behind, his scent thick and intoxicating like wildfire in my lungs.

"Still fighting, little oga?" He muttered, his breath ghosting over my ear.

He reached around, one hand cradling my jaw with startling tenderness while the other slid down my stomach... lower... teasing through curls already damp with want.

"Feel that?" His lips brushed mine as he spoke, not quite kissing just hovering a temptation too cruel to bear. "Your body rembers mine before your mind does."

His fingers dipped between my folds slow,, and I gasped into his mouth unwillingly arching into his touch.

"Wet." He whispered in triumph. "Needing even now." He added a second finger without warning but so deep with rhythm it bordered on worship, a slow curl that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

With that single word, Zavier shifted us both. He rolled onto my back gently but firmly until I lay beneath him fully exposed: trembling legs parted by instinct more than consent. His eyes dropped to take all of in the sa way n kneel at altars before gods they cannot control but must revere anyway. Then he lowered himself over until every ridge of muscle aligned perfectly, the heat between us unbearable, and when just the tip of him touched that sensitive place deep inside I cried out softly, as if rembering pain or prayer.

"Last chance." He whispered down at . "To say no."

I opened my mouth to lie again and failed completely.

"...Don’t stop..."I whispered.

Zavier smiled and then he moved not hard or fast but deep, claiming inch by inch with purposeful slowness as though ti itself had bent around this mont for centuries waiting for this union. Alpha and oga finally aligning under fate’s unyielding eye without sha anymore. Only truth, as his thrusts grew deeper, my moans muffled into kisses, as our scent swirled together now not just desire but promise wrapped in musk and salt:. Every movent beca sacred every gasp beca prayer, and when finally teeth broke skin right where neck t shoulder, the mark sealing destiny he didn’t roar dominance but whispered instead.

"Always yours."He growled softly. "Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?" He growled against my mouth. "How many nights I have dread of claiming you in every way possible as soon as I saw you?"

I whimpered, tilting my head back to give him better access.

"Damn you." I gasped. "Damn my stupid oga desire."

His laugh was rough, half pant, half growl as he pulled back just enough to watch my face silver eyes blazing with sothing feral and tender all at once.

"Your desire isn’t stupid." Zavier breathed, hips rolling slow and deep inside , drawing a whimper from my lips. "It’s honest. Finally... after all this ti pretending you don’t crave ... your body tells the truth."

Zavier gently shifted us both until he lay cradled between my legs, his head resting against my chest as the last tremors of pleasure faded. Our breath was still ragged, mingled with the scent of sweat and heat in the air, the bite mark on my neck pulsing like a second heart in ti with his own.

I could feel the possessive heat radiating from his body, a claim still echoing through every inch of . It should’ve been overwhelming. Instead, I found myself wanting more and weirdly, I felt at ho.