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Chapter Forty-Six: Perspective
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Marko N.Alba’s gaze remained a sinfully dark amber that called to him. While he wanted to trace his fingers on the outline of her eyes, the limitations of the handcuffs kept him routed to his posture, so he instead exaggerated the phallic movements of his mouth against her.He sucked each curve and wrapped his tongue against each bend of her salty slender fingers as she thrust them in his mouth hoping to tempt her into pressing herself to his working mouth, but she didn’t, merely retrieved her fingers and pressed them to her lips.Good god, but he could devour that mouth.The restrictions she placed were overwhelmingly annoying; if this was to be their last night, shouldn't he be able to fuck her till morning, till her collapse, till he spilt everything inside himself into her?Shouldn't he…Darkness claimed his eyes.She had lowered the blinds she had placed on his forehead while she was cuffing him."Alba, please..."He pleaded, but the plea was cut short by the feel of her tightne
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Alba CThe scent of mint and eucalyptus burned my nostrils to surprising clarity; I should be sated, I rode him till my legs quivered, and even still, I did not stop until the looming burst of flavour filled my being, yet despite that, I am still aroused.Despite the anger burning my veins, I yearn to have the strength of his body push mine to the door and ravage me to oblivion, but we are beyond that. I am beyond giving in to him."I- was scared, Alba; I didn’t want things to end, but I had to make a choice and-"He begins, but his words make my insides curl.“Wow, all I need to do is threaten you with sex, and you spill your guts like a fountain?”“Alba-”"Back away from me before I scream, Marko."“I am trying to explain my side of things; it is not all black and white!”"No, you do not wish to explain things. You want to give me an excuse that I may look upon you with pity. You claim you were scared, but do you think I wasn't? Do you think I uttered all that garbage at the cove be
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The harsh kiss that befalls me tastes of mint, the kind a senior citizen offers to a well-behaved child, only sweeter and terrifyingly more addictive.If it were not for the salt at the back of my throat as his lips devoured my own, I would have believed the realness of this moment.His hands lower to lift me.The feel of his bare chest against my own, my core pressed to his nudity, his warmth against mine, I cannot recall a more tender yet unbearable moment like this one before.He walks me to the bed, sits me on its edge and without a word, he falls to his knees.I want to protest at the indignity of his actions, but his lips find my centre in my hesitation.Like a starved dog, he hardens his tongue to rub against my nub before his lips wrap around my sensitive flesh.My hands find his white hair’s softness, burying its slenderness in its thick and mussed mass.He looks beautiful with both my legs on his large shoulders, though he’d look perfect with anything in his mouth.When we m
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Marko’s hands do not leave my flesh as he presses me harder against his body.The deepness his hardness penetrates is unnerving, though the position bears a slight discomfort; I rock against him as he wishes; each thrusting motion against him causes the hardness of my nipples to graze deliciously against his chest, his lips caress my neck in the sweet sway that makes my eyes flutter shut so that I can focus on the sensations.As if I move too slow for him, Marko’s hands press against my buttocks, encouraging the roll of my hips.The position is too intimate to sustain, but more than that, wetness I can only hope is sweat, trickles down my face.I shut my eyes to keep them from spilling more tears and bury my head against his shoulder. Still, his tongue finds the back of my ear, sending irritatingly ecstatic sensations across my body that causes me to withdraw because all I long for is space to steady my emotions.His tongue finds the fresh tears trickling down my cheeks.My eyes open
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Marko N. I."I know who it is."A familiar feminine voice startled him in the darkness of his room.The entire palace was in disarray, his father was in the hospital, and his mother had made herself scarce.Who knew the death of a second wife, who handled nothing in the castle beside his father’s bed, would cause such a commotion?It was a pity she was pregnant, but even if her life had not ended at the foot of the main entrance’s stairs, there would be no future for her in the royal line now that she had defiled the council's rule."Alba?"He called as he turned on the lights in his room.It was six a.m., and he hadn't slept in two days, thanks to the chaos in the Palace."I said I know who ordered the servant to push her down the stairs."Alba, for her youthful beauty, looked terrible.Her eyes were bloodshot, her hair unkempt, and her clothes had perhaps been on her body for two if not three, days.She was not well.After hurling her fists at him, blaming him for not keeping an eye
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His eyes raked the letter Alba left behind again.‘Will arrive at the conference with Alpha Rhett-Alba’She lived with him, so why did she need to arrive at the conference with another man, especially one with a reputation as a manwhore.He couldn’t make sense of the note, and while the letter’s contents irked him, his hand scrunched it only to unravel it seconds later because he didn’t want to lose anything that had Alba’s mark.With his breakfast and morning routine complete, he made his way to the press conference venue, an area swarmed with more reporters than he wished to address. Yet even after settling in his seat, she had yet to arrive.‘I love you more’.His mind played her sound again, and rather than exciting him, the words elicited a stabbing pain in his chest.Christ, had he made a mistake? Should he have chosen her? But then, what would that mean for his image, for his mother?Choosing her would make him lose everything about himself, so…He took a deep soothing breath
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Alba C.His eyes were wild, his shock gut-wrenching, but more than that was the pale state of the reporters in the hall at his commanding and uncontrolled emotions.I squelch the yearning to soothe him that builds within me, coupled with a maddening desire to stroke his flesh and whisper sweet apologetic words.Did he feel this way too, or am I still the only one that softens each time he shows me such expressions?Is it odd that I would rather him be furious with me than hurt?But again, only an idiot can fall for the same play twice.Marko’s shocked gaze trains on me, warning that he was about to lose his cool, a pity because I wanted to drag this out as long as I could. Still, at this rate, the reporters might collapse under his abilities that require emotional stability for adequate control.My legs find their strength, so I stand, wanting to distract the reporters from their discomfort."Any further questions?""C-can you prove your engagement?"A female reporter in a green suit
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What…in high heaven is going on? Why does the Alpha sound as if he is ready to throw hands?"Okay!"I yell, interrupting the preposterous scene unfolding before me.Marko will not leave until he has said his peace plus…there is more we need to discuss.“Alpha, could you give us a few minutes?”Alpha Rhett’s frown makes me uneasy, but he nods.I can guess it is because he fears us together, especially in a public space like this, but he shouldn’t. I know better.“I will wait for you by the car; you asked me to drop you at the temple, right?”Marko’s grip on me tightens; any more pressure and I might not have a wrist.Still, am I having a stroke? Why would he say that? Why would he imply he knows the Lycan is my mate?“Right.”I utter quickly before Marko’s tug of my flesh grows more aggressive.His car is empty, neither his driver nor security in sight, as if he had ordered them to clear out earlier.“Does he know?”I am not surprised that this is his first question, even less that he
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