The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 239: Claimed By Him (R18)

Chapter 239: Claimed By Him (R18)

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ZINA

Without knowing it, she seemed to be backing away from him... from it. Surely, that thing wasn’t going to be in her?

Zina immediately caught herself. It was embarrassing on her own part to have acted like she had everything in control, that she wanted this so much she didn’t mind all the repercussions that Daemon listed out only for her to be backing out in this manner.

Daemon’s smirk didn’t fade in the least as he stood stark naked before her. The man had a gorgeous body meant for the gods, and to crown it all, he seemed to be well aware of that fact if his smug expression was anything to go by.

But there was something decadently intimate about him being naked before her. It was almost like he was baring all the parts of himself to her without any restraint. Like he was truly giving up everything while holding nothing back.

Without knowing it, Zina seemed to be tugging on the bedsheet on her bed over body while she stared at the specimen of man he was, with her jaw dropped open in unashamed admiration and awe.

Daemon climbed the bed, crawling up to her as Zina imagined a panther would do a deer. The bedsheet, of course, slid down as their naked bodies pressed together. It was a different kind of feeling, one that sent thrill to her brain and excitement of what was to come coursing through her blood.

Daemon gripped her thighs while his lips swallowed hers into a taunting, punishing kiss. He would kiss her maddeningly, and then he would abruptly end it by biting and tugging at her lips until they were sore.

He repeated the same motion over and over again until Zina was a panting, needy mess. She stared up at his infinitely dark eyes with wide ones of hers while his fingers crept up to her wetness as if to check how damp and wet she was.

Zina was of course so wet that her bed and thighs were soaked just from it. She never imagined it possible, but the madness of her heat and Daemon’s touches showed her parts of her body and her pleasure that she never knew could exist.

And yet, he said more was to come.

"You have marks," he whispered to her, causing her to freeze beneath him, "they’re faded, but I can still see them." He finished, nipping at her neck like he was punishing her for being careless with her body.

Zina knew of course that he would see them. It would only be a matter of time before he saw the evidence of the ruin that was Eldric’s reign. The same scars that even the Grand Healer of the Castle had not forgotten about.

"They’re just battle scars," she whispered back to him, while she kissed his neck the same way he did hers. She felt him stiffen and she smiled, "eventually they will disappear."

He didn’t press on and Zina was glad about that because it seemed that the full moon was finally at its peak because a rush of need slammed into her, knocking her breath away.

Even though Daemon had just brought her to her climax, it didn’t feel like it any more. Her stomach was wound up painfully into knots that refused to unfurl no matter how punishingly he kissed her and how torturing his fingers played with her wetness.

Something quite animalistic was beginning to unfurl within her, and she could see it that it seemed as though Daemon was still holding onto a strand of control for he didn’t want to enter her yet.

She moaned, crossing her legs over his waist as she stared deep into his eyes. "Show me more. Why are you not taking me yet?"

Her wanton desires were out there for him to see, and she was begging shamelessly, but she hardly cared.

All she wanted was relief. And to get there, she needed more from him.

And now.

Daemon’s nostrils flared as the scent of her desires wafted through the air, holding the both of them captive. "There was fear in your eyes just now." He gritted as if it was also hard for him, "should I enter you like this, it will be far too painful. I need to get you more wet."

Something unsnapped in Zina. More wet? Could she get any wetter than she currently was?

Done with his patience, one of her hands crept between their bodies, gripping his hardness. His eyes flared from mild surprise at the act,and amusement mixed with something carnal mixed in his expression.

Nothing else mattered as Daemon seemed to abandon his mission of prolonging her pleasure in a bid to get her ready while she only gripped him harder. He carelessly flipped Zina over the bed until her back was now squashed against his hardened chest.

A protest bubbled within her. She wanted to see him... his face when he took her. Her protest died on the tips of her tongue when his hardness nudged slightly at her entrance, causing a different kind of hotness to spread all over her body at the contact of their most intimate place.

Zina’s eyes flared with surprise as her vision darkened from both the pain of it and the promise of the pleasure to come.

This was it... finally.

But if she had expected him to show any more gentleness, she was proved wrong when he slammed all the way in without a care until he was buried all the way to the hilt. Zina let out a drawn out moan as her fists gripped the bedsheets in order to get a footing.

It seemed as though her nerves were shooting different stimuli at the same time and her brain was having great difficulty tracking them down at once. She felt so full, so whole, and so content. It was as though time should freeze and this moment he preserved. For even though she knew Daemon, it felt like that was the moment when their wolves were meeting for the first time.

To be continued in next Chapter....