The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 123 Book 2 Chapter 55

Zillon slipped a finger between the wetness that was her womanhood, running it along her soft clit before sinking it beyond where his eyes could see.

His digit scraped gently against her walls and not much longer, he added another, scissoring her deeply.

Every twist of his finger, every motion had her moaning breathlessly, her hands gripping onto his shoulders, her eyes looking up at him with nothing but desperation in their depths.

“You said you could be quiet, Celeste…”

Celeste shook her head, her legs spreading wider. “I don’t…I don’t think I can…I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, kitten. I know how sensitive you are.”

“B-But your paren—”

“Shhh, let’s just forget about them, it’s me and you, Celeste. It’s just us.”

Celeste nodded. “J-just us…”

Zillon pecked her lips, his fingers slipping out of her warmth, out of her pool of wetness. “Are you ready, kitten?”

Again Celeste nodded, squeezing his shoulders a little tighter. She was ready, to do anything for and with him and Zillon was ready too…

Gripping his shaft, he guided it towards her entrance, eyes lost in hers as he slowly thrusted in.

Celeste’s back arched, her toes curling into the mattress as he eagerly buried himself inside of her. As always, her warmth enveloped him, her slick abundantly coated him and her walls stretched to wholly accommodate him. He didn’t even start yet and pleasure was already seeping through his c*ck.

He wanted to ravish her like a beast, but then their little moment wouldn’t last as long as he wanted it to, so instead of hard, fast thrusts, he slid out of her at a pace that could possibly kill him and slid back in with the same speed.

He g*****d when she clenched around him, her arms circling his back, her thighs starting to tremble. “Zi-llon please…”

Zillon rotated his h**s, his nails tearing through the sheets as pleasure consumed him. He could never ever get tired of this, it felt too darn good; everything about it.

Whether he went slow or fast, the pleasure he’d feel while buried inside of her was enough to always surprise him. He was sure she felt it too…

The look in her eyes, her body language, it told him she did.

Strengthing his strokes, he beared into her all his bewilderment, all his doubts, all his passion, eyes still staring deep into hers. “Does it feel good?”

Celeste nodded, her lips between her teeth, her fingers scraping desperately at his back.

“How good?”

Letting her bottom lips loose, she m****d brokenly, her eyes shifting to the walls. “T-Tremendously good…out o-of this world good… incomparably good…t-too good.”

“That good?” Zillon leaned down to k**s her neck, trying his best to hold onto the thin thread of control he had left in him. “Hmmm?”

“Y-Yes…good enough to make me always want more…”

Her softly whispered response sent a wave of raw hunger crashing through him, annihilating everything in its wake…including that thin thread of control…

He fastened his strokes, his tongue licking desperately at the mark he left on her slender neck, his hand gripping the pliant flesh of her breast, issuing her enough to pleasure to cum…

His name was like a high note in her favourite song since she sang it so perfectly, her legs closing around him, her whole body convulsing. Her fingers sunk deeper into his skin, undoubtedly leaving red marks, her head thrown back, giving him even more access to her neck.

He g*****d, the pain, the pressure…it egg him on, made it all the more pleasurable and when she clenched around him…Zillon couldn’t hold back anymore…

His teeth extracted and into her neck he sunk them, claiming her… Celeste cried out and despite the sensitive tremors of her body, she grabbed his head of black hair, holding him steady as she strained to mark him too…

Her teeth sunk so perfectly into his skin…and unsurprisingly the pleasure doubled, tripled, quadrupled… And he couldn’t stop himself from cvmming into her. Everything was so immense, it felt so good… so f*cking good.

Retracting his teeth, he collapsed against her, pulling out his c*ck before his instinct could even think of knotting her. Celeste did the same, her teeth slowly pulling out of his neck, her breathing heavy as she licked the bruised skin clean.

“You’re a devil…” Zillon sighed. “Who told you you could mark me again?”

“Nobody…?”

He chuckled, the sound weak, but cheerful enough to have Celeste smiling. “It was intense…I now know how it feels when I mercilessly mark you without a warning…I’ll stop now…I couldn’t even hold my damn self back.”

“It’s nice to know that you finally felt as sensitive as me.” She shifted uncomfortably beneath him, trying to shove him off. “You’re heavy.”

“I know.”

“Get up then…”

“Not yet…if I get up, then I’ll really have to go…I don’t want to go yet…”

“But don’t you have to?”

“I do, but can’t I stay here a little longer…a second? A minute? A hour? A day? Or maybe three?”

“Get off, Zillon.”

“No…”

“Zillon…”

Zillon sighed, easing off of her to sit at the edge of the bed. “I decided that since Xavier isn’t the culprit…I’ll set him free. As for Celia…she’s a traitor to you, I think you should choose what happens to her. Last night I found a couple of rogues that claimed to be apart of Xavier’s pack, they were all your friends, right? Perhaps you could recognise them. One’s at the pack doctor as for the others they’re in the dungeon…a pregnant she wolf and male the size of a beta…”

Celeste tilted her head. “Could it be Grabriel? Gabriel and Davia.”

“Yes…I think the shewolf had mentioned that name last night.”

“Then can I go see them?”

“I don—”

“Please…?”

“Jesus Christ Celeste…when will you stop doing that?”

“When you start giving me enough freedom to do what I want.”

“Go then…but at least take someone with you…”

“Celia…can I take her?”