The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Chapter 370 Wanting All Of Her
Shura’s growl echoed in his head, low and frustrated, but Zion didn’t care. He refused to just give in to the beast’s demand to fuck and claim without care. He knew what would happen if he did, Addison would get hurt. She wasn’t ready to take him raw, not yet.

He might be proud of his size, but he wasn’t a brute.

Addison wasn’t just his mate to mount and mark; she was the woman meant for him, the one molded to complete him. And even though her body would eventually take everything he gave her, if he didn’t prepare her, if he just shoved himself in out of hunger, he’d be tearing into her body, which would hurt her physically.

He wanted her to tremble under him because of pleasure, not pain. He wanted her moans to be filled with desire, not discomfort.

He wanted her to remember this as love, not just mating.

So he breathed deeply, forcing the wolf’s voice down as his hand traced slow, possessive circles over Addison’s thigh. His restraint was thin, trembling, but his resolve was firm. When he finally took her, he wanted her body to beg for it, to open up for him willingly, desperately, not because Shura demanded it, but because she wanted him.

If he gave in to the beast’s urge and just fucked her senseless, it wouldn’t bring him any closer to Addison; it might even push her further away. What Shura didn’t understand was that sex alone couldn’t fix the complicated, tangled mess of emotions between them.

Right now, this, her soft moans, her trembling body under his hands, was the only thing he could offer her. He knew deep down that Addison’s feelings for him were still complicated, tangled in confusion and resistance.

She was here because the sex was good, because their mate bond made their bodies crave each other like fire and gasoline, but beyond that? What did he really have to give her?

Nothing.

Addison already had everything: strength, power, beauty, and two other mates who could give her more than he ever could. All Zion had was the way he touched her, the way he made her come apart beneath him.

That was his only claim, his only weapon. So he poured every ounce of himself into it, his need, his jealousy, his desperate want to be the one she chooses, even if her heart was divided.

Shura couldn’t understand any of that. The wolf only saw what it wanted: to mate, to claim, to fuck until she screamed his name. But Zion carried the weight of human emotions, of knowing that love wasn’t just about taking, it was about earning her, one trembling moan at a time.

“Hmph! With all your damn teasing and dilly dallying, she’ll just lose the heat and forget you even had her wet in the first place,” Shura growled, its tone laced with irritation and hunger.

The wolf huffed, retreating to the dark corner of Zion’s mind, its massive form pacing before finally plopping down like a caged beast.

But even as it tried to stay still, its heavy breathing betrayed it, hot, ragged, and feral. Lust pulsed through their shared bond; Shura’s arousal was as fierce as Zion’s, its instincts clawing and scratching at the edges of his control.

The wolf wanted to take over, to fuck, bite, and claim her without restraint; every breath it took was thick with the scent of Addison’s arousal, driving it wild.

“I–I…” Addison’s voice caught in her throat as her gaze locked onto Zion’s. The moment their eyes met, she froze, because the way he looked at her wasn’t just hunger; it was possession. His eyes were molten, dark with desire, and in that gaze, she could almost feel him already fucking her, hard, deep, and in every way he’d imagined.

A shiver ran down her spine, her breath catching as heat coiled in her belly. Almost unconsciously, her trembling hand slid up his arm, tracing the taut lines of muscle from his forearm, over the swell of his bicep, to the solid heat of his chest. Her fingers lingered there, feeling his heart hammering wildly beneath her palm.

“I want you inside me… and fuck me hard,” she whispered, the words barely audible, sounding soft, breathy, trembling with both fear and need. It was nothing like the confidence she’d had with Maxwell; with Zion, she felt hunted, like prey cornered by its predator.

Her timid plea, however, struck Zion like a spark to dry tinder. His grin widened, dark, wolfish, and without a word, he thrust forward, sinking his cock into her in one deep, claiming motion.

Addison gasped, her body arching, trembling violently as the shock of his fullness made her lean back, her delicate neck exposed under the moonlight. Zion’s eyes drank her in; the sight of her flushed skin, parted lips, and the way her inner walls instinctively clung to his every inch drove him insane with need.

Zion’s eyes darkened, the hunger in them turning almost feral as his gaze fell to Addison’s slender, exposed neck. The sight of her pale skin, slick with a sheen of sweat and pulsing with every trembling breath, set something wild off inside him.

The urge to mark her, to sink his teeth into that soft flesh and make her undeniably his, thrummed violently through his veins.

His canines elongated, catching the moonlight as a low growl rumbled from deep in his chest. His eyes gleamed gold, his wolf pressing against the surface, urging him to claim her completely.

With a guttural snarl, Zion drew his cock out until only the swollen tip lingered at her entrance, then slammed back into her with a force that made Addison cry out, her back arching and her entire body convulsing in response.

“Is this what you want, huh?” he rasped, his voice low and raw, vibrating with both lust and possession. His hips moved with ruthless precision, each thrust deeper and harder than the last as his gaze stayed locked on that delicate spot on her neck, where his mark should be.

Addison couldn’t answer. Her mouth opened, but only a strangled moan escaped as her fingers clawed at his shoulders, her body trembling beneath the weight of his dominance and the unbearable pleasure he was giving her.

“Ah—!” Addison cried out, her voice breaking into a moan as her fingers dug into Zion’s arm, clinging to him like her life depended on it. Her back arched so hard that her head nearly hit the cold stone behind her, until Zion caught her just in time, his large hand cradling the back of her skull, shielding her from the impact without missing a single thrust.

He kept driving into her with a merciless rhythm, hips snapping forward with wet, obscene sounds echoing between them. Addison screamed, her voice raw and trembling as pleasure tore through her, and Zion groaned low in his throat when he felt the slick heat coating his cock, her inner walls tightening and clenching desperately around his cock.

“Ohh… baby, did you cum already?” Zion groaned out teasingly, his tone dripping with heat as his hips kept driving into her, unrelenting. He looked down between them, watching his shaft glisten with her sweet juices, every thrust pulling a wet sound from her trembling body.