Luna On The Run – I Stole The Alpha’s Sons Chapter 127
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Feeling the bed move, my head snaps in her direction, and I swallow as she stirs, her eyes blinking
open, and now I’m near. She can sense me so much stronger. Her ability to rec- ognize anything other
than me in the room with her is- pletely gone as primal instinct overrules her.
“In this state, she’ll mark us,” Khan reminds me, and you would think satisfaction would rush through
me at his words, but only hesitation does instead. I didn’t want her mark by de- fault; I wanted her to
give it to me because she felt I was wor- thy of her. Another thing she’ll be angry about when she
comes to her senses.
Then there is also the issue of her being extremely fertile, and since I am her mate, it is almost
guaranteed that I will knock her up. Just the thought of that makes my stomach twist; I can imagine her
hatred, especially with the boys not even a year old. This is not how I imagined her first heat would be.
Now I am second-guessing even touching her but also knowing I have no choice.
I guess, I just imagined we would be on good terms by now. That she would want me, but knowing she
doesn’t is making this extremely difficult. Even as her lust-filled hazy eyes meet mine, doubt fills me.
Am I taking advantage of her? That worries me most: would she wake up tomorrow and think I am just
another Jake, another alpha a*shole taking something from her?
Elena purrs, her eyes turning ssy as her senses over- whelm her, and the moment her skin brushes
mine, it is like fireworks have exploded on my skin as sparks rush every- where. A feral growl tears out
of me, making me lose focus. If it weren’t for Khan in my head, reminding me to focus, I would have
answered her calling. Khan is the only thing stopping me
from mating her, and I focus on his voice as she crawls into myp.
I lift my arms, allowing it but also not willing to touch her. Her mouth moves instantly to my skin as she
sucks and licks my flesh. Her scent is intoxicating, and now she is awake; her heat is much more
robust, and the desire to take her is much stronger, too. The intensity of it causes me pain as I refuse to
give in to urges.
“She’ll forgive us. We can’t help it if she marks us.” Khan reminds me.
“But can she forgive herself; I don’t want her mark be- cause she is driven by senses. I want it because
she wants me to have it.”
“Isn’t it the same thing?” Khan asks, also fighting his de- sires, and he is the only thing stopping me
from acting mine out right now.
“Yes-no, kinda….. She’ll regret it; I know she will,” I tell him.
“Then we don’t let her,” Khan says as if it is that simple, and I feel her ws slip down the sides of my
ribs, my hands still in the air, as I try not to maul her. I hiss, feeling them slice down my skin and her
ws sinking into my abs as she ws at my pants. I grit my teeth before grabbing her., A groan
leaves me as I pull her closer, and she purrs, pressing closer as I wrap her legs around my waist and
lean forward.
Reaching into the top drawer of the bedside table, her teeth slice through my bicep, then her face
moves to my neck. I drop my chin, stopping her from sinking her teeth into me as
instinct tells her to im me.
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Elena growls when I deny her, and my hand rummages, finding the handcuffs I chucked in here and
forgot about and a box of old condoms. My face screws up at the thought of using them; I am hers, yet
until she says so, she is not mine. I re at the foil packet as I take one out, not wanting to use it but
knowing I should.
It is the right thing to do, she may not be able to help her heat or her instincts, but I can at least not use
it against her or take advantage of her vulnerability- How things have
changed. Going back a few weeks ago, I would have used her heat to trap her, to get her to mark me.
But seeing how good we get along when we are both trying to make the bond work, I want it to go back
to that ce where she doesn’t hate me and wants to be around me.
Twisting, I press her against the mattress and shake off the carnal desire to f*ck her until she screams.
Instead, I handcuff her, pinning her wrists to the bedhead. My hands shake terribly as I sit back on my
heels between her legs, her body squirming as her heat rises and pain starts to c*ipple her at the loss
of skin contact.
“Shh, Lena. I will make it stop. I’m trying here, okay? I just need to keep my head.” I whisper to her.
Those words are eas- ier said than done when she locks her legs around me, yank- ing me to her. Her
heat overwhelms me as I blink back the haze she is forcing me in.
I’m not sure how much of Elena is actually present during her heat, but I hope some part of her is here
with me, so she knows I wish things were different, so she knows I don’t want to hurt her, or take her
while she is angry with me.
Yet the moment her voice pleads for me, I know some
part of her is under the baser instinct, that some part isn’t purely driven by Lexa’s needs or their heat.
“Please, make it stop, just make it stop, Axton,” she growls, the sound turning to a purr, as her canines
slip past her lips, her eyes turn ck a charcoal. “Axton,” she moans, her legs locking around my waist
tighter.
“Be patient,” I tell her. “I’m just….”
My eyes bleed ck as I feel Khan’s instincts seep into me, unable to hold out any longer, her heat
bing too tempting to fight against. My hands fumble with my pants before my ws slip out,
shredding them to pieces, and the next second I am shoving her legs open. And not as gently as I
wanted, as all restraint slips away along with any real cogni- tive thoughts, instead, I’m solely
consumed by her heat.
hers.
“Axton, please,” she whines, and my lips crash down on