The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 373 Round Two
She never finished what she was about to say.

Zion slammed into her again, a sharp, merciless thrust that stole the rest of her words. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the open space, his pace turning feral, hard, fast, relentless.

Her breath hitched in ragged sobs of pleasure as her back arched and her nails dug into his shoulders. Her mind went blank, her body overwhelmed as if every thrust pushed her higher, closer, until she was right there, dangling at the edge of a cliff, unable to think, unable to breathe, only feel.

“Good girl,” Zion growled, his voice dripping with approval as a wicked grin tugged at his lips. “Then let me reward you properly…”

He didn’t slow down this time. His hips snapped forward, deep and deliberate, chasing their shared release as if he was sculpting it with every thrust. Watching Addison come undone beneath him, her body pliant yet trembling, her earlier glare of frustration now melted into gasping need, it made something primal in him burn hotter.

‘God, she looked so damn adorable when she was trying to hide how much she wanted it, biting back her moans like she still had pride left to protect.’

She wasn’t used to voicing what she wanted, not in bed, not when the heat between them stripped everything down to instinct and sound. But Zion wanted to break that; no, he wanted to teach her.

He wanted her to learn how to say it. To command it. To tell him exactly what she wanted and take it like the queen she was meant to be.

So instead of letting her just ride the waves, he’d make her steer them. He’d make her feel what it was like to rule the storm—with him as the tide, crashing and rising beneath her, ready to obey every word that fell from her lips.

By being vocal, by telling him exactly what she wanted and how she wanted it, Addison wasn’t just surrendering to pleasure; she was taking control of it. Every moan, every breathless plea would shape the rhythm between them, turning their mating into something more than instinct; it became a connection, raw and real.

When she finally reached her climax that way, it wouldn’t just be because of what Zion gave her, it would be because she demanded it, claimed it. And that thought alone made his blood run hotter.

Because when she came undone beneath him after baring her wants so shamelessly, he’d feel it too, deeper than the body, closer than breath. Their peaks would merge, their hearts beating in sync, until he couldn’t tell where his pleasure ended and hers began.

Their bodies moved in perfect sync, slick skin against skin, each thrust rougher, deeper, hungrier than the last. Zion’s pace didn’t falter, not even as his breathing turned ragged and the muscles in his abdomen coiled tight with that familiar burn rising from his gut.

He could feel Addison’s walls gripping him, pulsing around his cock like she was desperate to drag every drop from him, and the thought made his control snap thread by thread.

“Fuck, baby… I’m close…” Zion growled against her lips, his words broken between gasps and guttural groans. “Let’s cum together, yeah?”

He lifted her thighs higher, pressing them against his chest as he buried himself to the hilt, the new angle making Addison cry out. Her nails clawed at his back, her moans spilling like broken music as his relentless thrusts made her tremble and shake beneath him.

Zion kissed her hard—messy, breathless, claiming—while his hips slammed into hers, chasing that final, blinding peak until they both shattered together, lost in the heat and chaos of it all

“Ah—!” Addison’s muffled moans were swallowed by Zion’s mouth as he claimed her lips in a hungry, desperate kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, stealing every sound, every breath, until all she could do was whimper against him.

“N-No more…” she gasped out when he finally pulled away, her voice trembling between broken moans and shallow breaths. Her body felt like it wasn’t her own anymore; it felt numb, trembling, and burning all at once as Zion continued to move inside her with unrelenting rhythm.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through her, too much, too fast, making her feel like she was losing herself, her mind dissolving under the sheer force of it. He’d been going for so long, pushing her beyond her limit, and yet her body still clung to him, begging silently for more even as her lips begged him to stop.

“Ugh—!” Zion groaned, his voice deep and strained as Addison’s teeth sank into his shoulder again. The sharp sting shot through him like lightning, the pain mixing perfectly with pleasure, and it snapped the last thread of his control.

With a guttural growl, he drove himself deep and came hard inside her, his thick seed spilling in hot, pulsing waves that filled her to the brim.

Addison gasped as the sudden heat flooded her, her walls clenching around him uncontrollably as if trying to milk him dry. The overwhelming fullness made her body convulse; her back arched, her eyes fluttered, and her breath hitched as another powerful orgasm tore through her.

She couldn’t even moan, her lungs refused to work, her mind blanked out completely—only the sound of their bodies and ragged breaths filled the air as she shuddered beneath him, trapped in the haze of their ecstatic climax.

“Shit… that was… fucking… so good…” Zion rasped between ragged gasps, his voice rough and trembling. He wrapped his arm around Addison, cradling her head against his shoulder as she bit down hard, her teeth sinking into his skin. His whole body shuddered as he kept cumming inside her, each pulse dragging another guttural groan from his chest.

He could feel her walls still convulsing around him, milking him for every drop, so tight it felt like she was trying to pull him even deeper. His abs tightened, his jaw clenched so hard the veins along his neck stood out, and he had to grit his molars just to keep from losing it again.

The pleasure was raw, blinding, almost too much to bear, but he didn’t want it to end.

Zion pressed a quick kiss against Addison’s flushed cheek, his lips hot against her damp skin. For some reason, that small gesture sent a strange ache twisting in her stomach — something heavy, almost uneasy, though she couldn’t explain why.

Before she could even process the feeling, Zion’s hands were already on her hips, firm and possessive, turning her around until her ass was facing him. The air between them thickened, electric, and she felt her breath hitch when his voice dropped low behind her.

“I hope you’re ready for round two,” he murmured — half a tease, half a promise.

But his tone was so rough, so serious, that Addison’s pulse jumped. She swallowed hard, trying to regain control of herself, but before she could steady her breathing, Zion was already pressing closer, his heat searing against her bare skin, leaving her trembling in anticipation.

“Y-You’re such a damn beast…” Addison gasped out between ragged breaths, her voice trembling in protest even as her body still quivered from the last orgasm. She wanted to push him away, to demand a break, but Zion didn’t seem to know the meaning of restraint.