<h4>Chapter 611: Rogue Alpha’s im (V)</h4>
<strong>Warning: Mature content in the Chapter </strong>
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<strong>Evaline:</strong>
A shiver ran through me.
"River..." I whispered, my fingers tightening in his hair.
He made a low sound in response, somewhere between a growl and a groan, and the vibration of it against my throat sent sparks down my spine.
The intensity kept building -yer byyer - as he took back the control, thrusting deep within me.
Until I could feel the tension gathering again inside me, tighter and tighter.
River was getting close too.
I knew because his movements started losing that careful restraint. His breathing grew rougher, his grip firmer, his forehead pressing against mine as if he was holding himself together by sheer will.
Then suddenly...
He stilled.
I blinked, disoriented by the sudden halt.
"River...?"
He inhaled sharply, his hands tightening on my hips as if he was about to move me away.
"I need to-" His voice broke slightly. "I’m not- I don’t have-"
I stared at him, confused at what he’s trying to say.
One look at my lost expression and he let out a deep sigh.
"We aren’t using protection." He reminded me.
Understanding hit me instantly.
He was trying to stop.
Trying to pull back.
Even now.
Even when we were both right there.
Just for me.
Emotion surged through my chest so fast it almost hurt.
I caught his face between my hands before he could move.
"Don’t," I said, breathless.
His eyes snapped to mine, conflicted.
"Evaline, I-"
"I can take a pillter," I said softly. "It’s okay."
He frozepletely.
For a second I thought he might argue anyway.
But then something shifted in his expression... something deep and vulnerable.
"You are sure?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "You don’t have to-"
I quickly shook my head.
"I’m sure."
Because this wasn’t just about desire.
It was about us.
This was our first time, and I didn’t want any sort of hesitation or distance between us tonight.
The tension inside him snapped.
His forehead dropped against mine, a shaky exhale leaving him.
But then he still pulled out, leaving me empty and confused. I opened my mouth, ready to ask him what he’s doing but before I could do that, he’s already picking me up in his arms and carrying toward the bed.
The soft, cool bedsheets met my bare back as he lowered me on the bed.
Within seconds, he was back between my legs, sliding himself inside to the hilt as he lowered himself to kiss my forehead.
As he started moving, there was no restraint left - only connection, only feeling, only the need to reach that peak together.
The pressure inside me started building faster this time.
Higher.
Brighter.
River’s sounds grew rougher, his grip almost desperate as he held me against him. Our breaths tangled together, lips brushing between broken kisses, foreheads pressed close.
"Evaline..." he murmured again, like my name was the only word he knew.
And then, without any warning, the wave hit me suddenly.
Hard.
My body tensed, and a cry got caught in my throat as sensation crashed through me, bright and overwhelming.
River followed secondster, his arms locking around me as he buried his face against my neck, his whole body shuddering as he copsed in my weing arms.
We both stayed still for a while... minutes or maybe just seconds. Then I felt his lips moving down the side of my neck, pressing soft, feathery kisses up to my shoulder before tracing the path back to my ear.
He kept kissing, and with each passing minute, his kisses grew only more intense and strong.
And then... came a sudden, sharp sting - familiar, weed.
It wasn’t too painful, but intense.
His teeth pressed into the side of my neck, right above my pulse... exactly where Kieran and Draven had already marked me in the past.
Heat red outward from the point of contact, spreading through me like liquid fire.
My breath caught.
"River..."
I had waited so long for this moment and it was finally happening. And for the first time, I wasn’t worried that his phone would suddenly start ringing and he would stop.
He wouldn’t dare to.
My fingers found their way into his hair and I gave them a light tug, encouraging him to ho ahead and mark me.
So he did.
His sharp teeth sank deeper into my flesh and I sensed the ancient magic working on our souls and binding us together as mates for the rest of our lives.
The moment his mark settled, something inside me responded.
A deep sense of rightness.
Of belonging.
Of connection that went beyond anything physical.
He released my neck slowly, and then brushed his lips over the spot in a soft apology, his breathing still uneven.
He pulled back to look at me, his eyes glowing like emeralds as he whispered.
"My mate."
He leaned down and kissed my right cheek.
"My Luna."
This time he kissed my left cheek.
He pulled back again and studied me for a moment before asking, "Are you okay?"
I shook my head immediately, snaking my other arm around his neck and interlocking my fingers at his nape.
"I’m more than just okay, River," I whispered, holding his gaze.
He smiled - a warm, heart-melting smile. Then he leaned in once again and kissed me.
The bond between us hummed - warm, alive, real.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his expression filled with awe and something dangerously close to tears.
"You are mine," he said quietly.
My chest tightened.
"And you are mine," I answered.
He kissed me again then - slow, lingering, nothing like the frantic hunger from earlier. Just warmth. Just promise.
We stayed tangled together on the bed, breathing slowly, holding each other as the night wrapped around us.
Eventually, he broke the silence.
"I’m sorry, love." He apologized suddenly. "Even after trying so hard, is still end up messing up your academy routine."
I opened my mouth, but he quickly silenced me, cing his finger on my lips as he added...
"And just to let you know, I’m apologizing for making your miss your sses for next several days, not for marking you. <i>Never </i>for marking you."