Marked Twice by the Alpha King

Don't You Dare Stop

Ava's POV

Blake's words are still hanging in the air between us, and his eyes have gone completely gold. The soft light from the bedside lamp catches the sharp angles of his face, making him look dangerous as hell-but in the best possible way.

My heart's beating so fast I swear it's gonna burst right out of my chest. "Yeah? Prove it then."

He kisses me like he's been starving for it. This isn't like our other kisses-this one's got weight to it, like he's trying to pour everything he feels into this one moment. I can taste mint on his tongue and that scent that's just him, all warm and male and perfect.

His thumb brushed my cheek, then traced my bottom lip. "You know how gorgeous you are?' His voice was rough as gravel. "Especially right now...

Heat crept up my neck, but I couldn't look away. "Blake..."

'Shh. He kissed the words right out of my mouth, then moved to my jaw, my neck. When his lips found that golden mark, electricity shoots straight through me. I

actually gasp.noveldrama

"Feel that?” he whispered against my ear, his breath making me shiver. "That's us, connected."

I nodded, not trusting my voice. The mark was burning under his touch, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. The sensation was so intense I could barely stay upright.

He starts pulling off my sleep shirt, taking his sweet time about it. He knows exactly what he's doing, knows I love it when he goes slow like this. His hands are warm on my skin, and I can't help leaning into his touch.

"Miss me?" he murmured in my ear, voice carrying that possessive edge that made my knees weak.

'Like crazy,' I admitted, my arms winding around his neck. "These past few days without you... I was losing it."

That earned me one of his satisfied grins, the kind that said he knew exactly what he did to me. "Good." He lifted me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. "1 missed you too."

He settled over me, finding that perfect angle where I felt surrounded but not trapped.

He went straight for my collarbone, biting that spot he knew made me arch. I did exactly that, and his low chuckle told me he was pleased with himself. This man knows all my weak spots by now-figures he'd use that against me.

"Blake... My voice already had that needy edge.

"What d'you want, my luna?" He's still working that spot with his mouth while his thumb starts doing wicked things to my nipple. "Tell me."

He knew damn well what I wanted. We'd played this game before-he just liked hearing me say it.

When his mouth closed over my nipple, I let out a sound that would've embarrassed me with anyone else. He knew exactly what I liked-how muressure, what rhythm. His tongue did this thing that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

"God, yes... I hear myself say, voice all breathless. "Don't you dare stop."

He was eating up my reaction, getting more focused with every sound I made. One hand working my other breast, thumb and fingers knowing exactly how to make me squirm, while his mouth kept doing sinful things. I was already losing it, my whole world shrinking down to just the places he was touching.

'Love watching you like this," he murmurs. "Love seeing what I do to you."

My face went hot, but there was something powerful about how he looked at me like I was the most incredible thing he'd ever seen.

Every time his mouth left my skin, that spot would tingle, practically begging him to come back.

He had this down to an art-mouth and hands working together, knowing I liked it a little rough. Teeth grazing, fingers squeezing just hard enough to make

me gasp. When he gets to the waistband of my shorts, he looks up at the.

"Keep going down, I told him directly what I wanted. "Blake, I want your tongue."

He didn't need to be asked twice.

Those gold eyes lit up like fire. "As you wish, my Luna," he said, voice rough with want, then bent his head to where I needed him most.

The first touch of his tongue made me cry out. He found that rhythm that drove me insane-not too fast, not too slow, but every stroke hitting exactly where it mattered.

"Right there..." I grabbed his hair, probably too tight.

He knew what he was doing, starting gentle to let me get used to it. His tongue moved in ways that made my brain short-circuit, sometimes circling, sometimes going direct for that spot that made me see stars.

My hands were everywhere-in his hair, clutching the sheets, trying to find something solid to hold onto. 'Oh god..."

I felt him smile against me, and that little vibration shot straight through my nervous system.

"You taste incredible," he pulled back just enough to say, voice wrecked.

The dirty talk made me blush harder, but also made me want more. "Don't you dare stop..."

He didn't. His tongue went back to work, more sure of himself now, like he'd figured out all my secrets. And when his finger slid inside...

"Holy-" I cut myself off with a moan. That feeling of being filled while his mouth kept working was almost too much.

"So tight," he said with something like awe. "Perfect."

He started moving that finger, gentle at first, while his tongue kept doing its magic. I was completely gone, just riding the waves he was creating, letting him take me wherever he wanted.

"More," I heard myself begging. "Please, I need more."

The second finger joining the first made me arch clean off the bed. He was searching for something, and when he found it...

"Blake!" I practically screamed, my whole body going taut as a wire.

Then he started working that spot with his fingers while his tongue picked up the pace.

I was done for. My body was moving on its own, chasing the pleasure he was giving me, making sounds I didn't even recognize. Each wave was bigger than the last, building toward something that felt like it might break me apart.

'I'm gonna... Blake, I can't..." Words weren't working anymore.

"Let go," he commanded, voice gentle but leaving no room for argument. "Come for me, my Luna.

That did it. I completely shattered, pleasure crashing over me like a tidal wave. I was shouting his name, my body shaking so hard I thought I might fall apart. He kept going, helping me ride it out until I collapsed back onto the bed, completely spent.

'Good?" He crawled up to kiss me, and I could taste myself on his lips, which should've been weird but was actually incredibly hot.

I wanted to say something, wanted to return the favor, but my eyelids felt like

they weighed a ton. The satisfaction was wrapping around me like the world's

best blanket.

'Blake... I managed to whisper.

"I'm right here," he said, stroking my hair. "Sleep, Ava. I've got you."

I drifted off in his arms, probably still smiling.