NovelEnglishChapter 50: A Deal
***Talia***
“Wh-what if...I mark y-you?” Zane asks timidly, his voice low and soft.
My heart feels as though it might pound out of my chest as a silence falls between us.
He wants me to bear his mark? Now? I stare at him, wondering why he would bring up marking now of all times? Zane seems to
understand my confusion and smiles sheepishly at me.
“T-this is w-war, Ta-Talia,” he says quietly, a warm tingle traveling down my spine when he says my name.
“A-and if some-something happens t-to me-me...then I-I want to go out kn-knowing my ma-mate wore my mark p-proudly...”
“Zane...” I sigh tiredly, pinching the bridge of my nose and closing my eyes as I think of an answer.
“You know how I feel about marking.”
“I-l do,” he replies........
“B-but so do y-you.” I groan in frustration, thinking back to the day he explained his mark to me.
It was a beautiful speech and I loved hearing him tell me I meant more to him than I had initially thought...
but I had already made this mistake before.
I had fallen for pretty words and jumped into a marriage with a wolf after a couple of nursing my broken heart.
With every passing day, the wall around my heart crumbles, Zane making me believe that perhaps a wolf can love a simple
human, but I am afraid and I do not know how to stop being afraid.
“I-I am not h-him,” he murmurs, cupping my cheeks and pulling me in for a tender kiss.
Tiny sparks ripple across my face like little waves of pleasure, my body molding against his.
“I-I love you,” he whispers, his lips grazing mine as he speaks.
It is the second time he has said it, but my breath still hitches in my throat at his confession..
I, however, cannot bring myself to repeat those words to him because it would make them real and I would be unable to deny
him any longer.
“I know that,” I whimper, Zane shaking his head at me.
“Do y-you?” he asks, the pain evident in his warm eyes.
“B-because it doe- it doesn’t fe-feel that way.” I don’t know how to respond and my silence seems to make him anxious.
“D-do y-ou still love h-him?” He asks, his eyes unable to meet mine.
“A-am I...am I-I not...Do y-you still think about h-him..?”
“I don’t love him,” I shake my head adamantly, appalled he would think that.
“I stopped loving Christian the day Kota was I was his wife of two years after all and I thought we would always be
together.Those types of feelings don’t go away overnight.Those dreams die hard.But that all changed the moment I held Kota in
my arms.Christian destroyed my trust and whatever possibility there was of us ever being a family died the day he slept with my
sister.And I will never forgive him for that.I will never love him again.Never.”
Zane weighs my words carefully, as if deciding if I meant them.
“I do think about Christian every day though,” I add, Zane looking down at me in shock and I quickly try to explain myself.
“I think about all the lies he fed me to keep me by his side...all the pain I felt while being his Luna.He is a constant reminder that I
should be careful with my heart and who I give it to.”
“I-It’s safe with m-me,” Zane blurts out and I smile at him.
“I...am trying to believe you,” I reply quietly through a small smile.
“I am trying to believe you are different.That your words are real and not some fantasy you are trying to feed me, so I’ll fall for
you.But then I remember all the beautiful poems Christian used to tell me, all the picnics under the moonlight, all of our beautiful
mornings after a night of passion, all of the little things he did in the beginning that made me believe we would last forever.I
remember these things every time I feel myself getting comfortable with you...and then the pain comes crashing down on me all
over again.There is a constant war waging in my head thoughts away.I try to remember how happy you make Kota whenever a
bad thought enters my head.It’s just hard sometimes, ” I admit.
But I will keep trying...Because I want to be happy with you.I want to love you so much.I do....I-”
My words get caught in my throat as Zane’s lips crash against mine, one of his hands gripping the back of my neck and pushing
burning with pleasure as he lifts me up by my thighs. My arms snake around his neck and he carries me to the bed. He gently
sets me down on the soft mattress, spreading my legs apart and climbing on top of me while not crushing me under his massive
body. It’s times like these that I remember how tiny I am compared to him, how broad his shoulders are to protect me from any
harm, how muscular his arms are from all the hard labor he must have done during his childhood. My back arches as his tongue
twirls in my mouth, his hands exploring every curve of my figure. small gasp escapes my lips when he cups one of my breasts,
molding it to the shape of his hand over and over again like a stress ball, my n****e hardening against his palm. He pulls away to
tug his shirt over his head, my eyes mesmerized by his beauty. The room is dark but the moonlight spilling into the room
illuminates his face and I see the hint of blush on his cheeks. His timid nature never fails to make brave enough to show me his
scars. I watch him as he struggles to figure out his next move and I pull my shirt over my head to give him a hint. His eyes linger
on my tattoo for a moment, his fingers emitting sparks against my skin as he traces the intricate design of the flowers and the
wolf. There’s a slight tremor in his hands as he reaches the clasp of my bra, but he swallows hard and undoes it, my breasts
spilling out of their cage. Heat builds up in my core as he admires my bare chest and I reach for his jeans, unbuttoning them and
pulling down the zipper. The spell of my breasts breaks and Zane hurriedly removes our clothes until there’s a small pile of
garments on the floor. He once again settles in between my legs, his hands resting on either side of my head as he holds his
weight above me. Our lips collide against each other, our tongues meeting for an erotic dance that leaves my spine tingling. My
hands travel along his shoulders and up his neck as he pours his heart into every kiss. “M-mine,” he murmurs when we pull apart
to catch our breaths. “Yours,” I whisper as his lips travel down my neck to my collar bone.
“I’m yours. “M-mine,” he says again, his voice lowering almost an octave. “Y-you’re m-mine.” “Y-yes,” I moan, his mouth wrapping
around one of my curling as the heat builds up in my core. My legs hook around his naked thighs, my body craving his the more
he bites and licks my breasts.) rock my hips against his growing member, Zane groaning into my chest as he fights to keep his
composure. “Make me yours,” I whisper against his ear when I can take the heat no longer. “I want to be yours.” He growls softly
as he suckles on my n****e and slides his hand along my thigh, his fingers squeezing my bare ass and pressing me harder
against him so that my hips meet his waist. His beard hairs prickle my breasts but add to the pleasure as they brush over my
sensitive flesh every time he sucks and licks my tits. “Zane...” I pant, needing him now more than ever. Reaching his own limit,
Zane lines himself up against my entrance and, in a swift thrust, fills me up with his length, my ails welcoming his girth in a warm
embrace. “Ah f**k,” I whimper as he starts to move, pulling his c**k out slowly and pushing it all the way in in deliberate pumps.
My body sways with his rhythm, his tip hitting a spot that makes me see stars behind my eyelids. “Ah!” I gasp, Zane groaning as
he hits the same spot again. “Ah....Ah...0h god!”
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