Chapter 50
Chapter 50: A Deal
***Talia***
“Wh-what if…I mark y-you?” Zane asks timidly, his voice low and soft.
My heart feels as though it might pound out of my chest as a silence falls between us.
He wants me to bear his mark? Now? I stare at him, wondering why he would bring up marking now of
all times? Zane seems to understand my confusion and smiles sheepishly at me.
“T-this is w-war, Ta-Talia,” he says quietly, a warm tingle traveling down my spine when he says my
name.
“A-and if some-something happens t-to me-me…then I-I want to go out kn-knowing my ma-mate wore
my mark p-proudly…”
“Zane…” I sigh tiredly, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes as I think of an answer.
“You know how I feel about marking.”
“I-l do,” he replies……..
“B-but so do y-you.” I groan in frustration, thinking back to the day he exined his mark to me.
It was a beautiful speech and I loved hearing him tell me I meant more to him than I had initially
thought…
but I had already made this mistake before.
I had fallen for pretty words and jumped into a marriage with a wolf after a couple of nursing my broken
heart.
With every passing day, the wall around my heart crumbles, Zane making me believe that perhaps a wolf
can love a simple human, but I am afraid and I do not know how to stop being afraid.
“I-I am not h-him,” he murmurs, cupping my cheeks and pulling me in for a tender kiss.
Tiny sparks ripple across my face like little waves of pleasure, my body molding against his.
“I-I love you,” he whispers, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.
It is the second time he has said it, but my breath still hitches in my throat at his confession.
I, however, cannot bring myself to repeat those words to him because it would make them real and I
would be unable to deny him any longer.
“I-l am not h-him,” he repeats, his thumbs wiping the tears gathering in my eyes.
“I know that,” I whimper, Zane shaking his head at me.
“Do y-you?” he asks, the pain evident in his warm eyes.
“B-because it doe- it doesn’t fe-feel that way.” I don’t know how to respond and my silence seems to
make him anxious.
“D-do y-ou still love h-him?” He asks, his eyes unable to meet mine.
“A-am I…am I-I not…Do y-you still think about h-him..?”
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“I don’t love him,” I shake my head adamantly, appalled he would think that.
“I stopped loving Christian the day Kota was I was his wife of two years after all and I thought we would
always be together.Those types of feelings don’t go away overnight.Those dreams die hard.But that all
changed the moment I held Kota in my arms.Christian destroyed my trust and whatever possibility there
was of us ever being a family died the day he slept with my sister.And I will never forgive him for that.I
will never love him again.Never.”
Zane weighs my words carefully, as if deciding if I meant them.
“I do think about Christian every day though,” I add, Zane looking down at me in shock and I quickly try
to exin myself.
“I think about all the lies he fed me to keep me by his side…all the pain I felt while being his Luna.He is a
constant reminder that I should be careful with my heart and who I give it to.”
“I-It’s safe with m-me,” Zane blurts out and I smile at him.
“I…am trying to believe you,” I reply quietly through a small smile.
“I am trying to believe you are different.That your words are real and not some fantasy you are trying to
feed me, so I’ll fall for you.But then I remember all the beautiful poems Christian used to tell me, all the
pics under the moonlight, all of our beautiful mornings after a night of passion, all of the little things he
did in the beginning that made me believe we wouldst forever.I remember these things every time I
feel myself gettingfortable with you…and then the paines crashing down on me all over
again.There is a constant war waging in my head thoughts away.I try to remember how happy you make
Kota whenever a bad thought enters my head.It’s just hard sometimes, ” I admit.
But I will keep trying…Because I want to be happy with you.I want to love you so much.I do….I-”
My words get caught in my throat as Zane’s lips crash against mine, one of his hands gripping the back
of my neck and pushing me into him while the other slides down to my waist, teasing the waistband of
my shorts.His lips ignite a fire within me, my skin burning with pleasure as he lifts me up by my thighs.
My arms snake around his neck and he carries me to the bed. He gently sets me down on the soft
mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing on top of me while not crushing me under his massive
body. It’s times like these that I remember how tiny I ampared to him, how broad his shoulders are
to protect me from any harm, how muscr his arms are from all the hardbor he must have done
during his childhood. My back arches as his tongue twirls in my mouth, his hands exploring every curve
of my figure. small gasp escapes my lips when he cups one of my breasts, molding it to the shape of his
hand over and over again like a stress ball, my n****e hardening against his palm. He pulls away to tug
his shirt over his head, my eyes mesmerized by his beauty. The room is dark but the moonlight spilling
into the room illuminates his face and I see the hint of blush on his cheeks. His timid nature never fails to
make brave enough to show me his scars. I watch him as he struggles to figure out his next move and I
pull my shirt over my head to give him a hint. His eyes linger on my tattoo for a moment, his fingers
emitting sparks against my skin as he traces the intricate design of the flowers and the wolf. There’s a
slight tremor in his hands as he reaches the sp of my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my
breasts spilling out of their cage. Heat builds up in my core as he admires my bare chest and I reach for
his jeans, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. The spell of my breasts breaks and Zane
hurriedly removes our clothes until there’s a small pile of garments on the floor. He once again settles in
between my legs, his hands resting on either side of my head as he holds his weight above me. Our lips
collide against each other, our tongues meeting for an erotic dance that leaves my spine tingling. My
hands travel along his shoulders and up his neck as he pours his heart into every kiss. “M-mine,” he
murmurs when we pull apart to catch our breaths. “Yours,” I whisper as his lips travel down my neck to
my cor bone.
“I’m yours. “M-mine,” he says again, his voice lowering almost an octave. “Y-you’re m-mine.” “Y-yes,” I
moan, his mouth wrapping around one of my curling as the heat builds up in my core. My legs hook
around his naked thighs, my body craving his the more he bites and licks my breasts.) rock my hips
against his growing member, Zane groaning into my chest as he fights to keep hisposure. “Make me
yours,” I whisper against his ear when I can take the heat no longer. “I want to be yours.” He growls softly
as he suckles on my n****e and slides his hand along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and
pressing me harder against him so that my hips meet his waist. His beard hairs prickle my breasts but
add to the pleasure as they brush over my sensitive flesh every time he sucks and licks my tits. “Zane…”
I pant, needing him now more than ever. Reaching his own limit, Zane lines himself up against my
entrance and, in a swift thrust, fills me up with his length, my ails weing his girth in a warm embrace.
“Ah f**k,” I whimper as he starts to move, pulling his c**k out slowly and pushing it all the way in in
deliberate pumps. My body sways with his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me see stars behind
my eyelids. “Ah!” I gasp, Zane groaning as he hits the same spot again. “Ah….Ah…0h god!”