HER ALPHA'S CARNAL SINS
Chapter 153: We’ll get through this together

Chapter 153: We’ll get through this together

Nancy glanced down, her hands clamped down on his shoulders, nails slowly digging into his flesh, watching as he thrust into her, his c*CK already lubricated with her love juices disappearing into her throbbing core and reappearing wetter, glistening under the moonlight.

After the first few thrust, he held still, trying not to quickly explode at the exquisite tightness, her inner muscles clamping down on him as he hammered into her, trying to milk him dry of anything he had left.

Soon, he began pounding into her again, sending unprepared surges of electric pleasures travelling up her body. Her hands moved down to his back, the image of that wolf tattoo in her head as she imagined tracing over it’s head in a perfect translational motion.

"Koan." She breathlessly moaned, throwing back her head, her entire body quaking at each heavy thrust, her legs wrapping instinctively tighter about his waist.

"F**k Nancy, you’re so... " he sighed "F**k, you’re so tight." He groaned, reaching up to the crook of her neck to whisper, causing her lips to tremble just as her legs did, her eyes lids slowly dropping.

"... So f**king hot, milking my c**k like the sexy sl*t you are." He groaned, and she drew him close, moaning loudly before burying her lips in his, sliding her tongue in and lapping it against his, her teeth coming to roughly bite down on his lips as he increased his thrust, almost like he was hammering into her, relentlessly, trying to keep up with her firy kiss.

When he pulled back, their gazes locked, before she threw her head back, reflexively clamping down on him again, thrusting her hips forward to take him in completely.

Feeling his tongue run over her breast as he thrust into her once more, her back ached off the tree, her hands moving to cup the wet strands of his hair from the sweat as his tongue flickered over her throbbing hard nipples, that taunt jaw of his massaging her breast, a shaky moan tearing through the silence, accompanied by a groan as he involuntarily drew back before meeting with her eyes.

She drew back, heart skipping a beat on meeting with his eyes. Not blue, but a dark gold color. His wolf.

The marking ritual completion.

Tears welled up in her eyes from the many emotions swelling in her heart. She would never forget this day. Never.

She could feel her wolf pushing her into his embrace, wanting him to mark her and claim her as his, and she wanted that too.

"I love you Nancy... " He whispered, the two aware that he was still buried in her, lifting her hair, pushing it aside, smoothing it over her scalp.

She soothed her hands over his face, wiping the wet dark curls of his hair aside, planting a kiss on his forehead before drawing back.

"I love you too Koan," there was so much emotion put into her words, she had to gulp before saying in a strangled whisper "More than you’ll ever know."

He pulled away and drove into her again, her fingers raking down his back, feeling her climax nearing the surface.

"Koan," she moaned after an unseemly unending ride, "I want to... I w... "

His voice was hoarse and throaty.

"We’ll c*m together."

She bit her lower lip, nodding before throwing her head further up, pushing her lower back forward to meet with his plundering.

A small shudder left her lips when he groaned.

"F**k."

"Mmm." A long moan into the night, the two reached climax together, his hot release bathing her insides, aware of her inner thighs and his blessed with the rest, before she stiffened, feeling his canniness graze the curve of her shoulder.

Without warning, he bit into her neck, drawing blood, marking her, claiming her as his forever. Instantly, she groaned, thrashing underneath him as she felt the pain of his sharp canniness dig into her skin, tearing it open. Soothing her, he licked and sucked strongly on the patch of skin he had bitten, leaving his mark on her.

At the heat of the moment, the sparks, their scents, just about everything occuring between them heightened such that he could hear her thoughts, her heart beat amplifying like a melodious tune in his head, her firy, sensual prescence.

As her legs slides off, dropping to the ground to stand, he cupped her face and she tilted her head up as they shared another kiss as if sealing the mate bond mark.

**

"The truth is... I was more attached to my dad than my mum. I kind of knew she wasn’t a werewolf then, even if she told me she was just a latent, there was just something mystical about her." Koan explained softly, leaning back against the tree, absentmindedly running his hand through Nancy’s hair as she meekly lay there on his lap.

They were fully clothed, basking under the moonlight after the after-glow of their bonding.

"No one knew you had a mum then, how did you meet her?" She asked, raising her gaze up to lock with his.

"I usually met her every full moon once in a month at a secluded place. My dad will take me there of course," he looked pained as he deliberated on telling her the next words. "I... I didn’t have a normal childhood. Because I always wondered why I had to go off into the mountains just to see my mother when she could just live with me and my dad like a family. And Dad... well... he tried all he could to be a good father, but knowing I had a mother who just wanted to see me 12 times a year was heart breaking."

She didn’t say anything, but she entwined her hands with his and brought it to her lips, placing them against it.

"And one day, my dad and I went off to see her, and, well... we saw her. Then she wanted to speak to my dad alone, and I gave them their privacy," He stopped and Nancy glanced up to see his other hand, thumb and forefinger holding each eyes, preventing her from seeing the emotions in his eyes, yet she could feel them in her heart, strangling and clenching— like she could literally feel the pain. "I came back in time to see her push a dagger through my father’s chest. She killed him. I wanted an explanation... I wanted it to be a dream, a nightmare, but I stood there and witnessed my mum kill my own dad."

Tears dropped from the edge of her eyes, down the side of her face, hearing the pain behind his words, but she swiftly wiped her face before he could realize she was crying. He needed comfort, and she shouldn’t be crying. She should be consoling him; not the other way round.

She cleared her throat, looking away.

"What did she do after?"

Koan shrugged, and a painful chuckled was heard before he said,

"She just... left. No goodbyes. Nothing. It looked like she was in a haste. But I never heard from her again. I’d see her in my dreams though. I saw her being locked up in a room, and tortured by a man. I saw her being tortured to death, and my heart yearned for her, to see her again, to know why she killed my father, to know why she left me. She wasn’t there all the time for me, so why did she take away the one person that was actually there for me,"

"I was really young then, so my late uncle, aunt Lizzy’s husband ruled the pack until I reached 16, and my father’s legacy was passed down to me, and I got full rights over my pack."

For a while there was silence, as Nancy just lay there deep in thought. Here she was thinking she didn’t have a normal childhood. Though she had never met her mum, and her dad hadn’t really tried to build any father-daughter relationship with her, she didn’t think she’d even want to stay alive if she came across the scene of her own mother killing her father and abandoning her.

It was no wonder Koan was so cold. Apparently, with no father’s care and mother’s love as he grew into his teens, he was bound to turn emotionless and sturdy in his feelings.

"We’ll get through this together, you know that right?" She whispered, moving so that she was straddling him, their two hands entwining on the air, his hand clutching hers in his. She could see the fear in his eyes. The fear of trusting someone again, yet she could feel his heart wide open as he let her in, wanting her as his forever, promising not to hurt her, promising to always be by her side if she’d reciprocate. He was like a broken toy who needed fixing, and she would fix him— not with screws or tapes— but with her love and affection.

"Yeah." He whispered, glancing up at her, and she didn’t see the hardened, tough, emotionless side of Koan everyone saw and feared, she saw the vunerable, lost side of him, yearning to be loved, and her heart broke into a million pieces on seeing him like this.

"We’ll find your sister... the killings, the blood, the tears, everything will stop, and peace will reign again, and we’ll all laugh as a complete family and look back at all these as the past." She said, smiling with tears welling up in her eyes.

With their hands still entwined, he reached up to brush her hair across her face, and they smiled simultaneously at each other.

"I’d love that." He murmured.

She bit her lower lip, stiffling a pained laugh, blinking back her tears as she gazed at him with all the love she could ever muster.

"You know what I’d also love to have right now?" He suddenly asked.

"What?"

"You."

She rolled her eyes with a smile cracking on her face, and the tears finally rolled down her cheeks in union with his.