Chapter 75 Chapter 75
Chapter 75 Chapter 75
K A N E
I stared down at Elara, her body sprawled across the cushions, utterly wrecked from the intensity we'd just shared. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, skin glistening with sweat, her thighs slick with our mixed releases leaking from her pussy and ass.
Her eyes were half-lidded, dazed, lips parted as if she couldn't quite process the overload of pleasure that had ripped through her.
Strands of her hair stuck to her forehead, and faint red marks from Lila's mouth bloomed on her breasts, a testament to how far she'd let herself go.
A smirk tugged at my lips, pride swelling in my chest at the sight of her like this, marked and spent because of me. She was mine, every trembling inch, and she'd taken it all without breaking.
I leaned down, bracing one hand beside her head, and captured her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
My tongue swept in, tasting the salt of her skin and the lingering sweetness of the drink from earlier. She responded weakly at first, then melted into it, her hands coming up to clutch at my shoulders.
Pulling back just enough, I murmured against her lips, "You did well."
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E L A R A
I woke to a world of ache, every muscle protesting as consciousness dragged me back.
My ass throbbed with a deep, insistent burn, stretched and used beyond what I'd thought possible, the memory of Kane's cock slamming into me there making me wince even now.
My pussy felt raw, swollen from his repeated thrusts, slick remnants of his cum still leaking out, mixing with my own juices on the sheets beneath me.
My nipples stung, tender from Lila's eager mouth sucking and biting them while Kane watched, her tongue lashing until I arched and cried out.
My whole body hummed with exhaustion, legs trembling if I so much as shifted, arms heavy, back arched from the positions he'd bent me into.
Even my scarred hand pulsed with a dull pain, the cut from our blood union ceremony reopened in the frenzy, crusted with dried blood and the faint metallic tang lingering in the air.
Blinking against the dim light filtering through heavy curtains, I realized I was in our chamber, the massive bed enveloping me like a cocoon.
The air smelled of sex and smoke, the distant echoes of the orgy's moans seeping through the walls like a fading dream.
Kane wasn't beside me, his side of the bed cool but I could sense him nearby, that primal pull of our bond tugging at my core.
Fragments of the night crashed back, Lila, he'd dismissed her with a sharp command, his voice rough. "Leave us." She'd obeyed, slipping away into the shadows, her body marked with his handprints.
Then it was just us again, and despite my weakness, limbs like lead, vision blurring from the drink and the overload. I'd felt him turn to me.
His eyes burned with that possessive fire, and before I could protest, he was on me, flipping me onto my stomach. "You're not done yet, Luna," he'd growled, his fingers digging into my hips as he spread my legs.
My ass clenched in protest, still sensitive, but he didn't care. He pushed in slow at first, that thick head breaching me, stretching the sore ring until I gasped, tears pricking my eyes.
Pain twisted with pleasure as he sank deeper, filling me completely, his balls slapping against my pussy with each thrust.
I'd been so weak, barely able to push back, but my body betrayed me, clenching around him, drawing him in.
He fucked me hard then, one hand fisting my hair, yanking my head back so he could bite my shoulder, not breaking skin but marking with teeth.
I came undone again, my pussy spasming empty while my ass milked his cock, waves crashing until I sobbed his name.
He followed soon after, grinding deep and flooding me with hot spurts, his roar vibrating through my back.
When it ended, I collapsed, boneless, the world spinning. I remembered feeling his arms around me, strong and unyielding, lifting me as if I weighed nothing.
"I've got you," he'd murmured, voice softening just a fraction. He'd carried me through the corridor, the orgy's chaos brushing past us, bodies writhing on the floor, a woman on her knees sucking two cocks at once, grunts and slaps echoing off the stone walls.
Eyes followed us, pack members pausing in their fucks to nod in respect, but I could only bury my face in his chest, too drained to care.
Now, alone in the bed, I shifted carefully, a fresh twinge shooting through my ass as I sat up. The sheets stuck to my skin, crusted with dried cum and sweat.
My scarred hand flexed, the wound a jagged reminder of the vows we'd sealed. What had I become? His Luna, yes, but also his plaything, pushed to edges I never imagined.
Part of me raged at the submission, the way my body craved his dominance even now, heat pooling low despite the soreness. Another part, deeper, whispered that this was the bond, raw, unbreakable.
The door creaked open, and Kane stepped in, shirtless, his broad chest marked with faint scratches from my nails. He carried a tray with water and cloths, his gaze locking on me immediately, darkening with that familiar hunger.
"Awake already?" he said, setting it down and approaching the bed. His hand reached out, thumb brushing my scarred palm gently, a rare tenderness in his touch.
I nodded, throat dry. "Everything hurts." It came out more vulnerable than I intended, but he didn't mock it. Instead, he sat beside me, pulling me into his lap with effortless strength.
His cock, half-hard against my thigh, stirred at the contact, but he ignored it for now, dipping a cloth in the water and pressing it to my neck, where his bite marks bloomed purple.
"Good," he rumbled, cleaning the sweat from my skin. "Means you took it all. My fierce little Luna." His free hand trailed down, cupping my breast, thumb circling a sore nipple until I hissed. But he didn't stop, leaning in to suck it lightly, soothing the ache with his warm mouth.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, torn between pulling him closer and pushing away. The orgy lingered in my mind, the wild freedom of the pack, so different from my old life's rigid bonds.
He lifted his head, smirking.