The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna - Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 Her Other First
But Zion wasn’t done. As his hips ground against her, his thumb pushed past the resistance of her other hole, slipping inside just enough to make her cry out. The sudden double penetration tore through her senses as surprise and pleasure blurred until her whole body shook, both holes convulsing around him as a strangled scream escaped her lips.

“Fuck, baby—ease up,” Zion groaned, his voice breaking into a low snarl as his hips jerked. “You trying to kill your husband?”

He could barely breathe.

The way her pussy clenched around him was brutal, almost punishing. It felt like she was trying to swallow him whole, milking him so tight he thought his cock might get crushed inside her.

The mix of pain and pleasure hit him so hard it made his pulse stutter, his body trembling from how violently she gripped him.

Addison couldn’t even process Zion’s words; her mind was nothing but static, a haze of white noise and fire. She thought it would hurt, but instead, a wave of shocking pleasure ripped through her body so intensely that it left her trembling. The jolt made her toes curl, her breath hitching as her body convulsed around him.

A broken whimper escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering helplessly. She tried to keep them open, to glare at him, to curse him for being such a damn bastard, but the pleasure was too much. It rolled through her in dizzying waves, stealing the strength from her limbs until she felt boneless, melting under him.

She wanted to hit him, to tell him off for pulling this stunt, but with that one deep thrust, it felt like he’d stolen every ounce of control she had. Her whole body hummed like a live wire, the shock spreading from where he filled her to every inch of her trembling skin.

It was maddening — too much, too good — and for a fleeting second, she swore she wasn’t even touching the ground anymore, floating in the haze of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

Zion froze when he realized Addison wasn’t responding, her body trembling beneath him, her breath shallow. For a second, guilt punched through his haze of lust.

‘Shit… did I go too far?’ He thought she’d gone quiet out of anger, that maybe she’d snapped at how rough he’d gotten.

But then he felt it, the rhythmic tightening of her inner walls, pulsing around him in erratic waves. She wasn’t ignoring him; she was cumming.

Over and over.

The sudden realization sent a shiver down his spine. He didn’t know whether to laugh in relief or lose his mind from how good it felt. Was her body just built this way? Or was it because of their mate bond?

That thought turned darker, heavier.

Addison had more than one fated mate…

‘What if all of them wanted her at once?’

His mind painted a filthy image of her surrounded, filled, every inch of her claimed. His cock twitched violently at the thought, his jaw tightening. Would they use her backdoor, too? If so, should he be the one to claim that first, to mark her there before anyone else could?

The idea consumed him for a heartbeat, making his gaze darken as his hips stilled. He’d been planning to play it off earlier, to say he “accidentally” slipped into the wrong hole and pretend it was a mistake.

The thought alone had nearly made him lose control. But at the last moment, he stopped himself; he couldn’t risk hurting her or pushing her too far. Still… that impulse burned in him, raw and unrelenting. So instead, he let his thumb have what his cock couldn’t, pressing, teasing, claiming in his own way.

But the moment he slammed in deep, he froze, Addison’s body convulsed violently beneath him, her breath catching in a strangled moan as her entire body trembled.

‘She came? Just from that?’ The realization hit him like lightning. Her walls gripped him tight, milking him as if she were born to fit him that way.

He could feel her pulse around him, wet and hot, and a wicked thought twisted in his mind. ‘So that’s what they mean… a werewolf’s mate is molded for their fated one.’ But Addison wasn’t bound to only him; she had three. That thought made something primal coil inside him.

If her body was molded for all three of them… did that mean she was made to take them all?

Zion swallowed hard, his throat tight with possessive fury. “No,” he growled under his breath, voice thick and low like a beast caged too long. “I won’t let anyone else take what’s mine. Every first she has — every inch — I’ll claim it all.”

The thought consumed him, stripped away the last bit of restraint he had. He pulled out slowly, his shaft glistening with her sweet juice, and tapped the flushed, twitching ring of her other hole with the head of his cock.

Addison, dazed and breathless, didn’t even register what he was about to do.

Zion gritted his teeth, his cock throbbing as he pressed the swollen tip against her tight, untouched entrance.

“Fuck…” he hissed as the resistance met him. But he wanted it — needed it. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, watching her body quiver and yield around the head of his cock. The heat that gripped him there was tighter, rawer, almost enough to make him lose his mind right then and there.

“Ah—!” Addison’s cry tore from her throat like a gasp for air as sharp pain shot up her spine. Her fingers clenched into fists, nails biting into her palms as she trembled.

The burning pain between her butt cheeks made her grit her teeth. He was forcing his way into a place that had never been touched before, stretching her open inch by inch until she felt like she was being split apart.

This other first was nothing like when Zion had first taken her years ago. Back then, even when there was pain that was sharp and fleeting, it was quickly drowned by pleasure. She remembered the burn, the brief sting of something tearing inside her, and then the rush that followed when Zion began to move, the mate bond flooding her body with heat and euphoria until all she could do was melt beneath him and give in completely.

But this… this was different.

When Zion pushed into the other tight, forbidden hole, the pain didn’t just stay there; it radiated through her entire body, making every muscle tense, every breath shake. She felt stretched, invaded, utterly exposed.

And yet, even through the raw sting, she could feel the mate bond fighting back against the pain, forcing her body to twist that agony into something else. Pleasure started to bleed through the edges of it, confusing her senses, making her whimper as she couldn’t tell if she wanted him to stop… or to go deeper.

It was maddening, her body caught in a cruel tug-of-war between pain and pleasure, her mind spinning while her mate claimed yet another untouched part of her as his own.

“Z-Zion—” she tried to speak, but the words broke into a breathless moan when his arm wrapped tightly around her waist. His other hand moved with sinful precision, his thumb finding her clit, rubbing lazy circles over it, coaxing her body to relax while his fingers slipped into her twitching, wet pussy.

The dual sensations sent her nerves into chaos, her body caught between agony and pleasure, between wanting to resist and melting completely.

Then Zion’s hand came up, gripping her chin firmly and tilting her head back until their eyes met over her shoulder. Before she could protest, his mouth crashed onto hers. His tongue slid past her lips, swallowing her whimper as he devoured her mouth in a deep, messy kiss.

Addison’s thoughts were shattered. Pain, heat, euphoria, everything collided and blurred until all she could do was gasp and tremble under his touch, her breath breaking into uneven bursts while her body betrayed her and began to pulse around him despite the intrusion.

“Breathe, baby… just breathe for me. I’ll make you feel good soon,” Zion murmured against her lips, his voice husky and coaxing between heated kisses. His words weren’t just a command; they were a promise.

He kept his cock buried deep inside her tight, virgin hole, feeling every tremor that ran through her as her body tried to adjust to the intrusion. The heat, the pressure, it was intoxicating. She was trembling around him, her muscles fluttering as if trying to reject and welcome him at the same time.

“Relax…” he whispered again, brushing his lips against her jaw as his fingers slipped into her dripping cunt, thrusting in and out in perfect rhythm with the slow roll of his hips. Each movement was measured, deliberate, meant to make her body open up for him and to teach her how to take him.

Zion stayed still inside her ass, grinding only slightly, savoring the way her tightness pulsed around him while his fingers worked the front, spreading wetness and coaxing soft, broken moans from her lips.