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What was His

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The Bloodlust Alpha

Alone - Halsey

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y'all really thought the smut was over

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!!!!!!!!!!SMUTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!

if you don't like smut in general, skip to the cut scene mark (***) of the chapter lmaOOOOO

tho tbh, who really isn't here for smut? This book was rated mature for a reason XD

I felt my heart thud against my chest.

Liquid euphoria running through my veins as his teeth held onto my neck a little longer. The burning sensation of his canines sinking into my flesh brought out a strange sense of pleasure-pain. A combination I wasn't even aware could feel so good. The wolf inside me howls with delight, a wanton moan simultaneously slipping from my lips as he finally pulls away. My wolf revels in being marked. Loving the sensation of teeth clamping down around our neck as a sign of ownership. Her body grows limp, tongue hanging out as her tail lazily swishes back and forth. Her contentment mixing with mine only adds to the euphoria washing over us.

She felt blissed out-- hell, so did I. I lull my head to the side, staring up at my mate who looked absolutely wrecked. His dark hair curling into a mess atop his head and his skin glistens with a sheet of sweat. The tight muscles that made up his firmness was taut against me. Large hands rested tight at my hips. Was he a damn sight. I could feel my wolf purring in agreement.

Raizel lets out a breath, canines still out with my blood dripping from the sharp tips of his teeth. Just looking at it made my neck sting with tenderness. I wondered how large his indents were. How large his mark was on my neck. The larger the indents, the more the wolf. In formal introductions, wolves would often use the wolf's marks as reference to have a better picture on who they were dealing with. An Alpha not yet wearing a mark would always prove to be the more trickier and riskier Alphas to judge.

I curled my fingers around his biceps, nails digging into his skin as my hips grind hard against him. Instantly, a bolt of electricity shot down my core. The insatiable need to have him over and over again, especially after marking, overpowers any another thought.

The primal want and need of having him closer grows the longer I stare at him.

Raizel groans appreciatively from the back of his throat. His hips move forward to meet my small thrusts; his cock hardening inside me once more. His movements are slow, savory and most importantly- teasing.

I could feel a growl of annoyance rise from my chest but I feel push it back when he moves forward particular hard. I groan, rolling my head to the side when I felt him latch his lips onto my neck again. He kissed at my mark, worshipping his claim with chaste kisses and long licks. My sensitivity to the mark shows in how I arch myself into him. My back curves, my breasts pressing into his chest as he nibbles at my mark. Then again, he lodges his canines into my neck, remarking me in less than five minutes after the first one. The natural inclination to grind myself onto him grows.

I feel the connection between us thicken. The barrier that separated us slowly started to thin out. The warmth of his skin becomes a reminder of what I have with him. It becomes a reminder of what I have now and forever until my last breath.

Raizel pries his lips off my neck and moves away just enough to inspect my mark.

He watches with awe as I shiver when he lifts his hand up and swipes his thumb across the indents of his teeth. He traces the wound, noting how I shake in his hold as he does so. The fire burning in his eyes darkens into a pool of molten desire as my wetness drips down my thighs. Slowly, he leans forward, hips still connected with mine, and kisses the freshly made mark softly.

"My mate."

He murmurs, grasping onto my hair like vines. He tugs at my hair until I look to side so his lips can have access to my shoulder. He kisses me there, mumbling to himself the same word he never thought he'd ever say.

The satisfaction his wolf feels resonates from his tone. They were on par with one another. The two of them leveled out in terms of control over his body. I understood him better, my connection with him just as strong as my wolf's connection with his. If I had thought we were close before, I was just proven wrong. I felt completely bare to him. Vulnerable in every sense of the word. There was no hiding, no facades, nothing that could possibly hide how one felt against the other.

We were joined.

"Are you okay?"

He asks, his eyes fleeting up and down my body with concern shining through his lust-filled gaze. The constant needless worry he seems to have over me makes me smile. More so now after had just marked me. Any newly marked mate would feel possessive -if not more- toward their partner. I could already begin to see how that'll play out for the next couple of days. Cupping his jaw, I kiss his chin chastely and nod.

"More than okay."

He merely smiles in response. A gentle, warm smile that somehow always makes my heart skip a beat.

I don't know where it came from.

Where this burst of desire and confidence sprouted from, but I knew in that moment that I wanted those gorgeous eyes to watch me. To have his firm body underneath me and at my mercy. The more dominant side of my wolf purrs with delight, tail flicking as I felt myself lick my lips. The little notion not going unnoticed by him as he watched the path my tongue took.

"But I could be even better."

Raizel's brows furrow, lips slighting turning into a confused frown but instantly realization crosses his expression. By the time he understood what i had meant, he was under me. My pussy tightened around him, my weight adding to the force of my lower half against his. He lets out a guttural moan, large hands instantly coming down at my hips to steady me as I ground into his hips. His hard, throbbing cock impaling me deeper than before even with our mixed arousal still dripping out of me. I felt every vein, the pulsing of his length stretching me so deliciously good my mouth went open in a silent moan.

My throat dries at the pleasure spiking through me.

The little unconscious bounces I make to take him in and out throws away any logical thought. I threw my head back, biting my bottom lip as I savored the feeling of him nestled so deep inside me. So full, so warm, so right. My body fluttered around his thickness, greedily taking him in with the intent of milking him tip the very last drop. An appealing thought that drove my sexual appetite through the roof.

Goddess, it felt so fucking good. The high of my orgasm spurring me forward as I began to move my hips slowly.Swiveling my lower half around his cock, I relished the low groans Raizel makes and opened my eyes to watch him. He was, in short, entranced. His heated gaze fixed at where our bodies connected. The filthiness of his cock buried deep inside me and slick with our arousal making him harder than before. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the heavy scent of sex that hangs over the air cocoons us in lust. Like a bubble not ready to burst.

"Fuck."

He moaned, head tilting back as he held onto my hips tighter. His fingers are digging into my skin. So much so I was certain bruises would be added to the impressive amount I already have.

Then again, those claw marks down his back wasn't so accidental either.

He starts feeling impatient. He began directing my movements, pulling me harder into his hips as he lifted his mid-thrust. The little smirk going on my face widened as I pushed his hands away, his eyes instantly opening to shoot me a questioning look. He raised a brow at the rejection.

"No."

I tell him breathlessly, grinding myself harder into him to pull out a moan from the man. I pushed him forward onto the bed, his back meeting the soft mattress as he looked up at me. He said nothing, letting me do what I wished without protest. A part of me felt grateful, knowing how much he probably didn't like being dominated as a full-fledged Alpha. But he knew I needed this. That my wolf did. And from the looks of it, he had no problem giving it to me. The softness his eyes shows me how much he was willing to give me.

I pressed my hands flat against his abdomen and gradually slid them up his torso to rest at his shoulders. My fingers shape the curves of his body. The firm, hard muscle and pure man of him all under my fingertips. I wanted to engrave this moment to memory. To remember how his skin had felt under mine right before I sealed out fates together. Heat ignited in my belly, eyes hungrily drinking him in.

"I'm in control."

I tell him, leaving no room for argument. I don't have the right mind to blush or cringe away from my words. Had I been in a more stable mentality, I would've dove myself under my bed and probably never went back out in reality but I wasn't really in control of my mind.

Or my hormones.

I lift myself up before slamming myself down onto him with a gasp. The burn of his cock sliding in and out of me at my pace, my discretion and my will had me reeling in from the pleasure of it all. The pleasure and the madness. To have him taking what I choose to give taking its sweet toll on me. Moving back up, I roll my hips once more, noting how he struggled not to grab me and have his way. His shaky fists clenched at the sheets beneath him, jaw tight with self-control wearing thin. My rhythm was building up, my lower half moving up and down languidly but hard enough that he's in me to the very hilt.

Admittedly, being on top was a lot harder than I initially thought.

My energy was depleting but I was determined to get this. I grab onto his arms, using him as leverage to move up before slamming back down to him faster. A moan slipped from my lips when I hit a particular spot. I could feel myself clench around him, my body aching for the release only he could give me. To feel him spill himself inside so that his seed would drip down my legs.

"Selene,"

He moaned, head falling back to the pillows as he grabbed onto my thighs. He squeezed the supple flesh, kneading the skin on my legs before skimming them to my ass. Each hand is full before he squeezed and rubbed at the ache.

"-such a good girl."

He groaned, moving his hand to my clit.

I let out a shaky breath, groaning at his ministrations. It felt all too much. So good. So damn good. The throbbing on my neck where he'd left his mark was still there. Each time he touched me, each squeeze, each caress, the mark on my neck tingled. The sparks of where he touches me, the fire that engulfs my sensical thoughts all come hand in hand in this moment.

So this was the full effect of a mate bond.

I could understand why people hyped it up now.

"-Need to mark you."

I tell him, leaning down to kiss his neck. My eyes narrow down at the perfect spot. The area of his skin that just screamed at me to claim. I could literally feel myself salivating as I stared. I could picture it, my mark boldly displayed on his skin. My tongue peeks out, teeth playfully nibbling at the curve as I felt my canines ache to sink into him. To finally claim him as mine as he did with me. I get wetter at the thought.

To see my mark on his skin for all to see. My arousal mixed with his spreads between us as I continue to clench around him. Some from our previous engagement and some from now. The knot in my lower abdomen tightens and I knew I had to do it soon. The tight coil I could feel just barely hanging on was within reach. I was at my peak and I needed this now.

Raizel's eyes meet mine and then I knew it was time.

I leaned down onto him, clenching him tight, and sank my canines into his neck.

He grunted deep from his throat, spilling himself deep inside me with jerky twitches until he coated my walls with his cum. I shivered against him, tightening my hold around his neck for a second longer before pulling my teeth from his skin and collapsed onto his chest. My body heaves from overexertion but I manage to angle my head up so I could see the fresh indents on my teeth. I leaned up to lick at his mark, my chest swells with adoration at our claim.

The final layer that separated our souls vanished.

I felt him.

Everything.

What he was feeling, how he was feeling, but most importantly, the affection he felt toward me. The warmth that seemed to bubble up in his chest and spread through his veins as he stared down at me lazily. The same kind of affection i felt for him. His hands move up to caress my face in between his palms. Slowly, he leans down to lay a kiss on my forehead, mumbling a phrase so quietly that I missed it.

But thanks to the bond, he didn't need to.

I felt it all the same.

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Landon couldn't breathe.

His chest felt tight, like something was weighing down on him. His throat constricts painfully until he could hardly gasp out a breath. The torment and distress emitting from his wolf only serves to drag him down further. It wrapped around his neck, squeezing the life out of him until he was barely hanging onto his consciousness. The heavy, looming ever-present anguish he feels pierces into his soul. Like chains that weighed him down, his body felt heavy with his energy snuffed out.

This was pain unlike any other. He could feel his blood pumping, the searing, raw ache twisting his heart like a wind up toy. The initial pain he felt from his mate having sex with another was hard enough, but this-

Oh Goddess, this was worse.

His body was limp. Weary, worn out and utterly destroyed from all the damage he's suffered and will suffer. He could hardly sleep, the constant jabbing pain each time his mate joined another would keep him up. The attacks would get progressively worse that he'd be wheezing, gasping out for breath pathetically until it would stop only to continue again not a moment later. But it wasn't just pain he felt.

No, he felt anger run through him.

Sorrow, confusion, betrayal-

The thought of another man touching what was his, kissing, caressing, fucking-

He growled out, eyes blown black as his wolf went feral. He could imagine it. Seeing Selene- his Selene- spread for that fucking Alpha. He would take her, claim her, pound into her like he was her mate. He'd tell her all sorts of things- things he should've been telling her.

Raizel Locksworth was playing the role he should've had.

The role he will have.

He tasted the bitterness on his tongue. His inability to accept that Selene moved on and accepted someone in his place adds more to his suffering than he'd care to admit. He shuts his eyes, digging his clawed nails into his mattress. The bed was torn already but he allows himself to dig into the cushions until his claws were deep in the foam.

He thought it'd be easy.

That he'd be able to wedge himself into her life. That he'd easily make her forgive him just by showing his face. After all, they were mates. A wolf's weakness was always the mate. Selene would be no exception to that. So he thought it would only take a few gestures. Send flowers, messages, offer some sweet words and it'll be it. He had somehow deluded himself that he could still fix things. That he could patch everything up with makeshift tape.

That he could somehow salvage the future he so readily threw out for her whore of a sister.

He just didn't count on the fact the fucking Bloodlust Alpha would come in and sweep her off her feet.

It was then when it happened.

Pain shot to his neck where Hestia's mark was laid.

His hand shot up to the source of the pain and clutched around the area where it throbbed. Landon's mouth falls open to a soundless gasp as he felt every inch of his skin burn. Like his soul was tormented and acid was biting into his skin. Hell, he felt like his skin was peeling off. As though layers of his being was stripped bare. But it wasn't just external pain. It was worse inside.

He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't even close his eyes as he felt it.

The last, tiniest strand that connected him to Selene broke.

It snapped clean.

(like Thanos)

It didn't take long for him to realize what had happened. Mid-gasp, his eyes widened in realization. The overwhelming sorrow he felt cloaks over him and his wolf rendered him silent. The furious growls, the thrashing of his body and the wild eyes of his deranged wolf is all he could see.

He didn't have the time to wallow in self pity.

Landon cried out when the pain intensified, his neck itching and burning so much that he was tempted to just rip a patch of flesh off his neck. Like somehow, it would remedy the tenderness of his broken bond. A cry rips from his throat, his feeble attempts in desperately hanging onto their broken bond proved to be useless as he felt an emptiness in his heart. An emptiness that had been there for a while since Selene left, but not to this extent.

His mate was marked.

His mate had marked another.

Selene had turned away from him.

Raizel Locksworth had claimed what was his.

He couldn't seem to shake that thought away. The only thing he remembers is those haunting blue eyes piercing into his. Those very blue eyes that he'd once seen shed tears of pain and betrayal, those blue eyes that came back four years later harder than ever and now, the blue eyes he was dreading to see with a newly made mark on her neck.

Landon couldn't find himself to think of anything else.

Not when Hestia, his Beta and even his mother came barreling through the door to see what had caused his screaming. He couldn't even register the fact his father hadn't bothered to show up, couldn't even register how the bed was being torn apart in his hands. Or how the room was now slashed with claw marks.

He couldn't register that he'd stood up, torn his shirt apart and half-shifted in complete insanity.

But most of all, he couldn't register how his hand had wrapped itself around Hestia's neck, lifting her off the ground as she struggled to breathe.

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