The Alpha's Unwanted Mate
The Alpha’s Unwanted Mate Chapter 94 Book 2 Chapter 26

“You’re still the same after all, you were my little kitten and you still are. You’ve always been like this, you want something but too shy to go for it…in that case, I’ll take the initiative.”

He leaned even closer and once again, Celeste’s lips were between his.

Celeste would’ve gasped if his mouth hadn’t dumbed her, instead her body became rigid, her eyes wide open as he kissed her. She didn’t know what to do, but she was sure that he spoke the truth, the matebond really was acting up, everywhere he touched her burnt with a heat that felt more good than bad.

Her hands reached for his torn and bloody shirt, gripping tightly at it and in an instance, her eyes fluttered shut as she gave in. This was what she had cried for back when she was with Xavier, this was what she had yearned for.

Not just his touch; him, he was what she had sinfully craved. Every thought, good and bad ran straight back to him, every path she took lead her in his direction, it was like everything about her was about him…

She didn’t understand it, no matter how much she tried to unlove him, she couldn’t. They said nothing was impossible, but forgetting him was.

He had etched himself into her, and now instead of b***d, it seems he ran through her veins…for if not, why after trying this hard could she not give up on him?

Why couldn’t she leave him behind physically and mentally?

Why couldn’t she forget?

Celeste squeezed his shirt tighter in her palm, her lips finally starting to respond to the movements of his. Did it make sense she tried to understand it?

She couldn’t understand it before, why did she think she’d be able to understand it now?

She’s getting what she had wanted, she had him at her feet, around her pinky, or was it really the other way around?

She had promised not to get back with him and just look at her, kissing him back with enough passion to kill them both…

She was a fool, even she knew it, but it seems she’d continue to be a fool for him a while longer…

Pushing even closer to him, Celeste kissed him feircer, her back arching until the rigid peak of her nipple was pressed up against him…

She could feel herself getting aroused, the slick her body produced rolling down her walls and wetting her drawers. Zillon pulled away from the k**s and in desperation, Celeste’s followed his lips, wanting more…more of him.

She whimpered, her little body wiggling under his dark, lustful gaze. “See? You really are mine. Have you been this aroused for Xavier?”

Celeste shook her head, her want advising her to tell nothing but the truth.

“Then has he ever touch you intimately? Has he ever taken what’s mine?”

Celeste shook her head again, biting down hard on her lips to not m**n, to not beg. “Then what was he saying about marking you? Why were you begging him to k**s you?”

“I…” Celeste dropped her head against his shoulder, her cheeks going red, she was embarrassed…

A while ago, she was telling him that she wanted nothing to do with him…

A while ago, she had rejected him…

And now she was whimpering for his touch like a dog would for food… How pitiful.

“Zillon pl-please I—”

“You what?”

“I wan—”

Celeste pursed her lips, why could she not open up to Xavier like this?

Why could she never beg him to touch her like she did Zillon?

She’d always turned him down and now that it was time to turn down Zillon, she couldn’t and she was instead giving in.

Sighing, she raised her head to look at him, her beautiful, ocean eyes resting on his face. “Why?”

Zillon tilted his head. “Why what?”

“Why do I-I want you so much?”

“I asked you a question first, answer and then I’ll answer yours. Why were you begging him to k**s you? And what did I hear about him marking you?”

“It was because I wanted to reassure him and about the mark, It was the same, I didn’t allow him to touch me, he was insecure, so I was going to let him… mark me…”

Zillon pointed at her neck. “Right here where my mark use to be?”

Celeste nodded, her eyes darting away. “I… didn’t I…”

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to the floor, her hand loosening his shirt. Was he going to get angry at her now?

Was he going t—?

“Since you answered my question, I’ll answer yours.” He grabbed her face, turning it his direction. “You probably want me so much because you know what I can do… you know how I can make you feel…how pleasurable my touch is…you want me so much because you know I’ll deliver…you have never came once while I’m making love to you…that reputation is what has you wanting more and I’m sure you expected the same from him…he doesn’t know you like I do. Your body is like a book that I wrote…I know every single detail about it…and he doesn’t. Perhaps that’s why you didn’t allow him to touch you…you probably thought that his touch would be nothing compared mine…”

Zillon’s hand dropped from her face and instead wrapped around her slender neck. “Am I wrong?”

Celeste’s lips wobbled, her heart beating fast in her chest. “N-No.”

“See? I’m right.” His hand dropped again, gripping the blouse she wore. “I guess I’ve gone back to tearing your clothes…little kitten.”