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.

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 know I should be gentle, but I can‘t help it — even if she wasn‘t in heat,

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 to be closer to her to feel

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

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 Selene simply nuzzles her face

I tease the junction of her neck

exclaims, we should have claimed her long ago. Her wolf is begging for

but I have to time it right. I don’t want to hurt my mate, I don‘t want her to associate being

down, pressing 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

her plea sure as if it‘s my own. I could watch her

done with climaxes for the day. I’m sure she imagined she was just along for the ride at this point, but

another

as if she’s near tears. A keening wail settles on

you can, baby.” I promise huskily, angling my thrusts

Selene yelps, writhing in my arms as if she‘s attempting to escape, never mind that I‘m more than twice her size. She whimpers when she doesn‘t

long, deep strokes

comes out. Instead she clamps her eyes shut, her

praise her, trying to remember if I‘ve ever loved her more

positioning them for the mark. Axel is howling in my ear at a deafening pitch, driving my lust and

no time to waste, I sink my fangs into Selene‘s neck, sinking in

last. I think, At

Selene‘s POV