Chapter 167 A Mother
Something inside him snapped. He was being pulled toward her helplessly, instinctively. His body reacted instantly, shamefully honest in its need. He’d been hard all day, cock like steel, the pressure in his lower abdomen nearly unbearable. No amount of restraint or shifting could dull it.
And now, with her in his arms, within reach...
All those careful words dissolved into nothing.
Addison wrapped her legs around his waist, her body slowly, dangerously, responding to him, just like those nights. That one unforgettable night, they first mated. ’Fuck.’ The memory alone nearly shattered his control.
Zion felt Shura surge beneath the surface, his wolf roaring, demanding to mark her, to claim her all over again. Right here. Right now.
It took everything, everything, he had not to give in.
Zion broke the kiss, and both he and Addison were breathless as they tried to steady themselves. He leaned into her, pressing her back against the door while his hands firmly cradled her hips, supporting her as she straddled him. He couldn’t stop himself from grinding against her, possessively marking her with his scent, as if wanting the world to know she belonged to him. Only when he was satisfied that her skin carried his scent did he finally pause.
Lowering his head to her neck, the place where his mark once sat, bold and prominent, Zion hesitated. Now, that space was empty, and the sight of it stirred a quiet ache in his chest. But he couldn’t blame anyone. The loss of that mark was his doing, and he had no one but himself to hold accountable.
He buried his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. That familiar blend of milky vanilla and the faintest trace of cinnamon grounded him in reality. She was truly here, warm, alive, and in his arms again. A slow, sensual lick traced across the soft skin of her neck, leaving a warm, wet trail that made Addison tremble and let out a low, breathy whimper.