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Chapter Forty-four: Everything
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“I feel like I ask you this each time I lay my eyes on you, but have you lost your mind?” Marko’s voice booms at the entrance as soon as I arrive. I am certain he would not have yelled if I had walked in with his father, but the old Lycan went to city hall on account of my request. “Is that how you welcome one from a long trip?” I ask as I try my best to hide the anger clawing at me, it will do us both no good if we charge at each other this publicly. “We have to attend a press conference in your name tomorrow, again, Alba. Again, I must compensate for your carelessness.” He growls the latter portion of his statement as he nears me. His hands reach for my shoulder, but he balls them into fists before he touches me, aware that it would lead to more, more he could no longer afford. After a moment of visible hesitation, he clears his throat and waits for my response. “Then, I will see you tomorrow, right?” I ask, and his confused frown meets my gaze. It is not the response he e
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Marko N Ivanov“Undress everything but your boxers and lie on the bed.”Alba commanded as she pressed a kiss that tasted of scotch to his lips.He should have all his alcohol in her flavour.With a quick roll of his eyes, he did as she asked, only painfully slowly; he loved how her gaze raked his nakedness unabashed.“These are my rules, Marko.”She began as he lay on the bed, aware of the heat his body radiated against the chill in the room.“For starters, this is the last time we engage each other this way.”He did not mind that rule; he intended to sate himself of her even if it meant he would fuck her through the night.“Secondly, the minute the handcuffs break, I leave. Be it pre- or post-orgasm”.“That’s not fair, Alba; I am the strongest in Ketria; there is no way those flimsy things will last beyond five minutes.”He argued, but she merely shrugged at his words.“Then I guess today you learn what weakness resembles.”The curtness of her responses caused an oddness in his chest
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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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