Pregnant And Rejected

Chapter 70 Marked

Bastien‘s POV

Fucking incredible.

Those are the only words I can conjure as I look down at my mate. Selene is dazed and drugged on pleasure, spiraling towards an overdose that will satisfy her heat and prepare her to be marked. I almost can‘t believe she‘s really in front of me, the very image of all my erotic fantasies over the last few years.

Her taste is still on my tongue, and I can‘t help but revel in the Goddess‘s wisdom. She could not have made me a more perfect mate if she tried. Selene is an extraordinary beauty, but lots of she–wolves are beautiful. The true magic is in her sweet submission, her incredible responsiveness and vulnerability.

Selene is an experienced woman, yet every time with her is like the first. She‘s never lost her innocent spirit, that sheltered quality I never get bored of scandalizing. Whatever else might have happened between us, she‘s not capable of hiding her feelings in the bedroom. She experiences everything openly and honest ly, surrendering to pleasure with absolute abandon.

She‘s still so tight, and unless I‘m mistaken, it‘s been a while since she‘s taken a lover a fact which pleases Axel to no end. I thrust into her as slowly as I can stand, watching her face contort as I spread her wide. I rock back and forth to help her spasming channel adjust to the invasion, savoring her panting breaths and the adorable squeaks she emits.

Selene‘s eyes are glowing, the heat keeping her wolf close to the surface. Her small hands are fisted in the blankets around her, her pale skin glistening with sweat and her rosy mouth open in rapture.

I‘ve never seen anything more stunning.

The sight of my thick length disappearing into her is severely testing my control. I release one of her legs, returning my fingers to her clit and circling it in hopes of easing my entry. Selene‘s back comes off the bed and she cries out as I torment the little nub, clutching my wrist and undulating her hips, pushing her self further down my cock.

I growl in triumph when I‘m finally buried so deep in Selene‘s silky heat that my pelvis is resting against her soaked mons. She‘s velvety and sleek, her internal muscles gripping me like a vice. My mate is gasping, for air, filled to the brim and completely exposed.

This is the way it‘s supposed to be. We should be like this always, joined as mates and never parted.

withdrawing with agonizing slowness before slamming back into her at full force. Se lene is emitting raw, punched–out gasps every time I bottom out, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. I

relentless pace, taking her without restraint as every ridge of my steely flesh scrapes along her insides with delicious friction, Selene is still propping herself up partway, meeting me thrust for thrust with her long legs wrapped around my back. Needing

drags her nails down my back as our tongues tangle, and a guttural moan leaves my mouth as I increase my speed,

kissing my way towards her neck, scraping my jaw along her silky cheek. My scruff leaves a rash of red marks across the delicate surface but

tease the junction of her neck and shoulder with

should have claimed her long ago.

anything, but I have to time it right. I don’t want to hurt my mate, I don‘t want her to associate being claimed with pain. Timed right, the mark can take a she wolf to new heights of

Selene‘s back into the wall and rolling my hips in synchrony with hers. I grind my pelvis into her clit in between thrusts, bracing her weight against the wall to free my hands. I can‘t decide where I want to touch her most: her luscious breasts, round ass or overworked sex. In the end I don‘t decide, shifting my touch between

watch her like a starving man, drinking in her plea sure as if it‘s my own. I could watch her like this forever, especially when a flash of panic breaks through the haze, dashing across her face as she

thought she was done with climaxes for the day. I’m sure she imagined she

gonna give me another one, gorgeous?”

head back and forth, looking as if she’s near tears. A keening wail settles on her tongue.

huskily, angling my

that I‘m more than twice her size. She whimpers when she doesn‘t gain an inch, “It‘s

taking long, deep strokes while I cradle her body.

opens her mouth as if she might respond, but no sound comes out. Instead she clamps her eyes shut, her sheath clenching desperately around

ever loved her more than I do in this

my mouth to her throat, letting my fangs extend and positioning them for the mark. Axel is

I sink my fangs into Selene‘s neck, sinking in deep and letting the magic of our bond flow through me

I think, At last

Selene‘s POV