Chapter 12 The Hot And Cold Alpha
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WARNING!!!
A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this Chapter!!!
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Zion didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting into Addison from behind, relentless and commanding, never changing their position. One hand wrapped firmly around her neck, tilting her chin upward so she was forced to stare at the ceiling, while the other cupped her breast—his fingers digging into her soft skin, leaving behind possessive marks that bloomed like bruised petals across her flesh.
His movements were rough, almost punishing, every snap of his hips fueled by frustration, need, and something deeper—something raw and wordless. Addison’s cries of pleasure echoed through the room, hoarse and breathless, but Zion no longer begged her to stay. He let his body speak instead, each thrust an unspoken vow, a claim.
His ragged breaths burned against her shoulder, chest pressed against her back as he drove into her with such fervor she felt like she was splintering apart under the pleasure. Her legs trembled, her body barely able to keep up with the force of his rhythm.
Zion’s mouth roamed across her skin, leaving hickeys—marking her neck, her shoulders, the side of her throat. Evidence. Proof. No one would doubt what happened between them, not after tonight.
"Ugh... ha... ha–hah," Zion growled near her ear, voice deep and ragged with exertion.
And then she felt it—his cock swelling, thickening, the crown locking inside her like an anchor. Her breath hitched as he pushed impossibly deeper, until he was nudging the entrance of her womb.