Chapter 209 Spellbound
And the longer Zion and Maxwell stood inside the room, the more they felt it too.
The air clung to their skin like humidity laced with something else, something heavier. It wasn’t just the scent of arousal. There was a pull in the room, a subtle haze that wrapped around their thoughts, nudging their desires to the surface and clouding their judgment.
Neither of them felt the urge to lash out at Levi. That wasn’t it.
Instead, a gnawing unease was building inside them. A sense that something was wrong, deeply wrong. But they couldn’t see it, couldn’t name it. And the more time passed, the harder it was to hold onto clarity.
Zion stepped forward, pulling Addison into his arms. He knew, deep down, that she hadn’t forgiven him, not completely. No matter how much her body ached for the bond they shared, whether it was the mate bond’s pull clouding her thoughts or a momentary lapse in judgment, there was always a risk she’d snap back to reality the moment she realized it was him she was touching.
So, he didn’t give her the chance.
With a possessive, dominating kiss, Zion crushed his lips to hers, overwhelming her senses with his scent and his touch. He kissed her like a man starving, like this was his only chance.
His arms anchored her tightly against him, as if he feared she might vanish at any second. He devoured her taste, his lips demanding, desperate, filled with the raw hunger of a mate longing for forgiveness and closeness.
Behind them, Maxwell let out a deep, angry growl but held back. His body was rigid with restraint as he glanced at Levi, who was already moving to pull Addison away. Maxwell caught his arm, stopping him, jaw clenched tight.
He turned his eyes away from the scene, refusing to watch, but he couldn’t block out the effect it had on him. His core burned, pulsing with heat and frustration, and his cock throbbed painfully beneath his pants. A low groan escaped him as he gritted his teeth, doing everything he could not to lose control.