The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 103 Book 2 Chapter 35

You don’t have to mark me at the ceremony…” His finger ran along her clit, slowly sinking into her wetness. “You can do it now…let’s make this our little ceremony before the official one.”

Celeste raised her head to stare at him, her voice trembling as she tried not to m**n while speaking. “W-What?”

Zillon smiled gently at her, his two fingers moving in and out of her. “Mark me now, Kitten.”

“Bu—”

“I don’t care about the customs or our werewolf tradition…I don’t think I can wait any longer. I want it…and I want it now. Aren’t you desperate too? You keep saying you want to mark me and you’ve never attempted or asked me to…I don’t think you want me enough…maybe you don’t even want to.”

He turned away from her, but Celeste boldly cupped his cheek, turning his pouty face back to her. Shyly, she rested her forehead against his, pecking his nose. “Don’t say that…I’ve waited all my life to mark you…I’ve been so patient, everytime you marked me, I wish I could mark you too…it was torturing…”

“It doesn’t seem that way though.”

“It might not seem so…” Celeste grinded against his fingers when he stopped moving them; the friction worth dying for. “But that’s exactly how I feel.”

“Sure?”

“Y-es…”

“Then do it without questioning it, let’s finally become one, it’s been long enough…I’ve never been this desperate before, never felt so much anticipation. Only you’re capable of doing this to me…why is everything with you so different? Or rather why am I so different when it comes to you?” He removed his fingers out of her, ignoring her desperate whimper as he guided his shaft to her entrance. “I bet you don’t know why either…you’re just being you and yet that’s what changes me…”

He thrusted into her and Celeste crumbled against his chest with a cry that almost made him cum. She shook so fierce against him, her fingers sinking into his shoulder. “Oh goddess…”

Zillon retracted his h**s, then drove right back into her. “Say my name or perhaps just alpha…goddess isn’t the one making love to you, I am…do you understand?”

Celeste nodded, the rocky stones beneath her digging into her knees as she used them as anchorage. “Y-yes…”

“Good girl..”

Zillon gripped her waist, rotating his h**s so skillfully that Celeste could swear to the heavens that she saw god. “Z-Zillon!”

He re-did the act and Celeste’s legs started its temperament shake…what a cruel man Zillon was, she said it already, but she’d say it again. The moment his shaft penetrated her, she came…it felt so darn good; to be filled, especially by him…

Hugging around his neck, Celeste hollered out…she wanted to pull away, to run from the pleasure, but his hands that gripped her were impossible to escape. It was better to accept it, she wanted this, didn’t she? Why run while getting it?

Celeste hugged him even tighter and despite her shaky legs, she started grinding her h**s against him.

Zillon g*****d, clenching his teeth when the pleasure started getting to him. “You’re so f*cking sexy…I swear to god I love you.” He stroked her again, his manhood going deep. “I know you said you wanted it rough, but I’m f*cking you as though I won’t be seeing you tomorrow, f*cking you like we’re the only people in the world…”

Celeste shook her head. “I-I like it…it feels good. I’m feeling you, every inch of you…ah!”

She threw her head back, meeting Zillon’s every thrust with hers. It really did feel good, everything he did to her felt good and it’d feel even better if he was touching her; rolling his fingers over her nipples, sucking on it with his lips, kissing her neck and rubbing her clit…

“T-Touch me…please…”

Zillon thrusted into her again, the stroke slow and lengthy; almost pulling his life out of him. He let go of her waist, and instead gripped her breasts. ” Like this?”

Celeste nodded, biting her lips in aid of keeping quiet, but even that didn’t stop her m***s of pleasure. He leaned in, burying his head against her neck, giving her just what she wanted, making her m***s even louder.

The fire that burnt within her was uncontrollable, she was so close and she knew Zillon was close too, his strokes were turning into needy stabs now. His teeth extracted and Celeste extracted hers as well, then in unison, they marked each other, both unfolding in the very cave they had first met.

It was ironic how back then Celeste thought she’d never be able to put her mark on his neck. In highschool she had been so hungry for him, she went to every football match he played and when he graduated two years before her, she was left with nothing to do, but roam the school without joy…

It was different now though, her mark was on his neck, he was all hers and even as she shook like a vibrator she felt nothing but pride.

Zillon held her as she came down from her high, for if he didn’t, she’d end up on the floor. Retracting her teeth, she licked the mark she gave him, Zillon doing the same, his cum leaking down her thighs. “I…that was—”

Celeste’s words ceased when she felt the extraction of Zillon’s knot, she tried to move before it hooked her, but Zillon held her in place.

She looked up at him, eyes becoming teary. “Zillon…?”

“Shhh…”

He pecked her lips. “I know it hurts, but I’m just sealing the deal…we’re official now, Kitten…don’t you want to carry my pups?”

Celeste wiped her eyes. “No!” She pouted.

“Come on, baby…don’t be angry, you knew I was going to do it and yet you sit there.”

“I didn’t, I thought we were over this…”

“Why? Because you’re already pregnant?”

“I’m not, bu—”

“Xavier said you are though.”

“W-What? Why?”

“He’s probably lying, but would you want to have pups? My pups…I want that, I want them all born with eyes like yours, I want them to have your courage too, your strength…they —whatever they turn out to be— will be the future leader of this pack, I want to live to see it…so let’s have them from now.”

“I probably want that too…but I don’t like this, it hurts…”

“I know, this will be the last time, I swear…but if Xavier’s lying…let’s say you have a lot more knots to get.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

Celeste huffed, leaning down to lay against his chest. “The only unusual thing that happened to me while I was with Xavier was my constant sickness that’d sometimes lead to dizziness or vomitting…”

Zillon’s hand climbed it’s way to her stomach, settling at the bottom of it. “Then it could be that he really wasn’t lying.”