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Chapter 628

Chapter 628

CHAPTER 128 : MARK ME… AGAIN

*Lena*

“I am coming back,” he said, his voice a whisper.

I swallowed, nodding my head and looking down at the ground.

“Lena.”

“Yeah?” I looked up at him, unable to stop the tears from welling in my eyes. One tear spilled over and trailed down my cheek.

Xander stepped toward me, then knelt before me. He reached up and used his thumb to wipe the tear from my cheek. “This isn’t forever. I’ll come back for you.”

“We’ve said that to each other so many times–”

“And this is the last time, I promise.” He took my hands in his, knitting his fingers around mine. “I promise.”

“What–”

“I don’t know what we’re going to do, or where we’re going to live. But I need to return to Egoren to find that out. It’s going to be okay. We made it through this. We can make it through anything.”

He rose on his knees and wrapped his arms around me. I knew it hurt him to do so; I could feel the way his muscles strained and then trembled around me.

“Xander,” I said into his shoulder. I could feel the welts beneath his shirt as I ran my hands down his back. “You’re hurting–”

“I’m fine,” he replied, one of his hands running up the length of my back and into my hair, which was tousled from sleep. He pulled my head back so I was looking into his eyes. They darkened, a flash of need passing behind them that set a fire burning through my stomach.

He kissed me gently at first, his lips brushing against mine.

“I can give you my blood,” I whispered against his lips.

“I need a lot more of you than that,” he growled, and I felt my body go limp in his arms. His tongue parted my lips, tangling with mine as his grip on my body strengthened. He pulled me into him, almost pulling me off of the cot in the process.

Primal desire took over. I couldn’t remember the last time we were truly alone together. He had me out of my clothes before I could blink, and then he rose to his full height to shed his own.

my eye focused on a jagged scar

His mark was… gone.

to touch the barely healed wound, but

“It doesn’t matter–”

chest, his arms, and his neck. He’d been ripped apart. My hands trembled as I laid them against his belly where the muscles were taut but marred by

I knew that much. But these scars would be there forever, a constant reminder of what had happened to both

again,” he breathed as I trailed my fingertips over his skin. “I want you to. I need you

again, not after

he

can’t, not when you’re still

in his hand at the nape of my

mate,” he rasped. “I

ripped through me, clouding my judgment. I didn’t

It wasn’t meant for two people, but Xander didn’t seem to care that it was likely splintering beneath us. He

body was burning with heat, and my core was begging to be touched. I rocked my hips against his, a barely audible plea escaping

traveling down my neck and across

testing me. I was already drenched, and a raspy grunt of approval was all I heard before Xander ran his tongue over one of my n*****s. I sucked in my breath and arched my back, crying out as the sensation of his fingers and his mouth brought me

he whispered

moaned his name and bit my lower lip

against my cheek as he positioned himself

one long, swift thrust. My mind was a blur of conflicting emotions, but my body was pleading for release and willing to do anything

teasing me in all the right places. He knitted that free hand in mine and pinned our hands above my head, dipping his head down to

let my body take control. But my

be gone again, and it was probably the longest time

my free hand, pulling him closer so more of his weight was

as he

a mind-numbing climax that took my breath away, and I shuttered

desperation lining his face as he closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat.

he came. A tear rolled

***

I’d left on Xander’s shoulder before he pulled a sweater over his head. Moonlight drifted through the small holes in the roof of the tent, illuminating the red half-moon mark that looked nearly identical to the first mark

sat down on the cot, smiling softly at me. I matched his smile

bent down and grabbed a long-sleeve shirt from his duffle bag, one he’d packed away for his journey. I didn’t object. It smelled like him, and that itself was a small comfort. I could hear the sound of warriors waking up

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