Summer’s POV
In answer, I kissed him, deep and iming. He responded instantly, a growl rumbling from his chest as he lifted me and carried me to the couch against the wall. There was no time for gentleness the drug
coursing through his system demanded immediate release.
“Mine,” he growled, pushing my gown up my thighs with trembling hands. “Say it.”
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I gasped as cool air hit my exposed skin, but the chill was immediately reced by the scorching heat of his hands. My body responded instantly to his touch, desire pooling between my thighs.
“Yours,” I breathed, surrendering to the primal need that consumed us both.
With a savage sound, he tore the delicate fabric away.His fingers finding me already wet for him. “So fucking ready for me,” he growled, satisfaction rumbling in his chest.
I fumbled with his belt, desperate to free him, but he was too impatient. He batted my hands away, ripped his pants open, and lifted me with one powerful arm. Without warning, he thrust into me, filling mepletely in one brutal stroke.
I cried out, the pleasure–pain sending shockwaves through my body. This wasn’t our usual lovemaking- this was raw, animal iming.
“Tell me if I hurt you,” he managed to say through clenched teeth, hisst thread of control.
I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “I’m not breakable, Alpha.”
Something dangerous shed in his eyes at my challenge. He pulled out almostpletely before mming back in with enough force to make the wall behind me creak.
“That’s it, daddy,” I moaned, knowing the endearment drove him wild. “Take what’s yours.”
He set a punishing rhythm, each thrust harder than thest. I wed at his back, my head thrown back in ecstasy as he buried his face in my neck, teeth grazing my neck.
“No one else touches you,” he snarled between thrusts. “No one.”
“Only you,” I gasped, feeling my release building. “Always you.”
His movements became erratic, more desperate. I knew he was close. He shifted his angle, hitting that perfect spot inside me that made me see stars.
“Come for me, little wolf,” hemanded, his voice dark with dominance. “Let me feel that tight cunt squeeze my cock.”
His crude words pushed me over the edge. I shattered around him, screaming his name as waves of
pleasure crashed through me.
My release triggered his. Alexander found his own climax, his body shuddering against mine as he emptied himself inside me.
We stayed joined, panting against each other as the initial frenzy ebbed. But I could feel he wasn’t satisfied–the drug still pumped through his system.
“Bed,” he growled, carrying me with him still buried inside me. The movement of his dick sent aftershocks of pleasure through my core.
Heid me on the small guest bed, his eyes still wild with need. “It’s not enough. The drug… I need more.”
I reached up to stroke his face, seeing the conflict in his eyes–the desire warring with his fear of hurting <ol><li>me. </li></ol>
“Then take more,” I whispered. “I can take everything you have to give.”
His dick still hard had barely receded when he flipped me onto my stomach, hauling my hips up. “Hands and knees,” he ordered.
Iplied eagerly, arching my back to present myself to him. He growled in approval, hisrge hands spreading me open.
“Such a perfect fucking view,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “My mate, so wet with my cum, ready
for more.”
I whimpered as he thrust back in, somehow harder than before. This position allowed him deeper ess, and I buried my face in the pillow to muffle my screams of pleasure.
He gripped my hair, pulling my head back. “Let me hear you, Summer. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good.”
His words freed something wild in me too. I moaned shamelessly with each thrust, begging him for more, harder, deeper.
We lost ourselves in each other for hours, the drug in his system driving him to take me again and again in ways we’d never explored before. By the time dawn broke, both of us were exhausted, our bodies marked with bites, scratches, and bruises that would heal too soon.
As wey tangled together, his fever finally breaking, I traced the scratches I’d left on his chest.
“Are you okay<b>?</b><b>” </b>I asked, my voice raspy from screaming.
He captured my hand, bringing it to his lips. “I should be asking you that. I was… rough.”
I smiled, nestling closer to his warmth. “I’m more than okay. Though I might need help walking back to
our room.”
A shadow crossed his face. “I’m sorry. She drugged me-”
I pressed my fingers to his lips. “Don’t apologize for something that wasn’t your fault.” I paused, a wicked smile forming. “Besides, I rather enjoyed dominant Alexander.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. “Did you now?”
“Mmm,” I confirmed, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Though perhaps next time without the poison?”
His arms tightened around me protectively. “Natalia will pay for this. The Council-”
“Will deal with her ordingly,” I finished. “But right now, I just want to enjoy this moment with you.”
He kissed the top of my head. “You’re incredible, you know that? Any other woman would have been
terrified.”
I raised my head to look into his eyes. “I was Alpha Foster’s Luna for years. It takes more than a drug- induced rut to scare me.” I traced his lips with my finger. “Besides, I trust youpletely.<b>” </b>
The weight of those words hung between us. Trust–something I’d thought I’d never give freely again after Alpha Foster’s betrayal.
“I love you, Summer,” Alexander whispered, his eyes full of wonder. “Every day, you amaze me more.”
“I want you to mark me, Alexander. “His breath caught.
“Not just because I love you,” I continued, “but because if something like this ever happens again… I want to feel it. I want to know. I want us connectedpletely. “Heughed, rolling me under him one more time. “I don’t know… this had its benefits.”
For a moment, he just stared at me–like he couldn’t quite believe what he’d heard.
Then his hands came up to cradle my face, gently, reverently, as if I were something sacred.
“Summer…” His voice was rough with emotion. “You don’t know what that means to me.”
“I do,” I whispered. “That’s why I’m asking.”
His thumbs brushed along my cheekbones<i>, </i>his eyes searching mine with something raw and unguarded. Awe. Hunger. Love.
“I’ve wanted to mark you since the moment I realized you were mine,” he said, voice low. “But I told myself I’d wait–until you were ready. Until it was your choice, not just instinct or timing.”
He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine, breathing me in.
“And now you’re asking me,” he whispered, wonder threading every word. “Goddess, Summer… I don’t deserve you.”
“You do,” I said, lips curving into a soft smile. “And I want this. All of it. You.”
Then-
[Mate!]
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