Sold AS The alpha King's Breeder

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.

breath caught painfully in my throat as my eye focused on a jagged scar

His mark was… gone.

I cried, reaching up to touch the barely healed

“It doesn’t matter–”

roped around his chest, his arms, and his neck. He’d been ripped

knew that much. But these scars would be there forever, a constant reminder

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

want to hurt you again, not after what–what they

hurt me,” he said, dropping

I can’t, not when

my own as he gathered my hair in his hand at the nape of my neck and

he rasped. “I want your mark on

my judgment. I didn’t want to cause him any more

that it was likely splintering beneath us. He ran his hands down the curve of my hips and thighs, cupping my ass as he

and my core was begging to be touched. I rocked my hips against his, a barely audible plea

down my neck and across my collarbone, over the mark he’d left on

slit, 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 so close to the

he whispered

moaned his name and bit my lower lip as he pulled

cheek as he positioned himself between my

cried out as he entered me in one long, swift thrust. My mind was a blur of conflicting emotions, but my body was pleading for release and willing to do anything to achieve

me in all the right places. He knitted that free hand in mine and

But

it was probably the

free hand, pulling him closer so more of his weight was sheltering me. More of him, I needed more of him.

he rasped, panting as he met

into a mind-numbing climax that took my breath

thrust picked up speed, desperation lining his face as he closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. “f**k,” he growled between his

against his shoulder as he came. A tear rolled down my cheek as I kissed his shoulder, my lips brushing against his skin, then

***

a glimpse of the mark 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

lightly as he sat down on the cot, smiling softly at me. I matched his smile as I gathered a thin, worn-out blanket to my chest. “Here I–I have a shirt

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