Marked Twice by the Alpha King Chapter 102

**Ava's POV**

I felt Blake's arms tighten around me, his lips leaving mine to trace a burning path along my jawline and down my neck, zeroing in on the mark that was transforming with each passing second. The moment his lips touched the sensitive spot, electricity shot through my entire body. My legs nearly buckled beneath me as a moan escaped my throat, unbidden and raw.

My back pressed against an ancient oak tree, Blake's body pinning me there. The hard length of him pressed against my stomach left no doubt about his desire. My fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky texture as I pulled him closer.

"Blake..." His name escaped me as a breathless plea.

He whispered against my ear, his voice husky and strained. "Come with me. It's too exposed here."

Taking my hand, he led me through patches of silver moonlight and shadowy trees, moving deeper into the secluded area by the lakeside. With each step, the mark on my neck grew warmer, as if preparing for what was to come.

*My rational mind is screaming that this is insane—outside, during the festival night—but my body, my wolf, they're both howling for this, for him.*

We entered a small clearing ringed by towering ancient trees. The gentle lapping of lake water and distant festival music created a soundtrack just for us. The moon hung directly overhead, spilling its light across the grass like a silver blanket spread just for our pleasure.

Blake turned to face me, his eyes transformed to pure gold in the moonlight as his wolf rose closer to the surface. "Last chance," he growled softly. "Tell me to stop."

Instead of answering, I placed my hands on his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath and his heart hammering against my palm. My fingers slowly worked the fastenings of his ceremonial robes, revealing his perfect physique inch by inch as moonlight traced the contours of his muscles.

When my hands finally made contact with his bare skin, a deep growl rumbled from his chest—a pure Alpha sound that made my knees weak. He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his golden gaze.

"Say it," he commanded softly. "I need to hear you say it."

I took a deep breath, my voice soft but certain. "I want you, Blake. All of you. Mark me, make me yours."

Those words shattered whatever restraint he'd been clinging to. He pulled me against him with a primal hunger I'd never witnessed before, his control completely abandoned.

His mouth found mine again, this kiss deeper and more demanding than before. His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me thoroughly as his hands moved to the straps of my dress. With a gentle tug, the silver fabric slipped down my body, pooling around my feet like liquid moonlight.

Moonlight bathed my naked skin, and I felt Blake's gaze burning across every inch of me. His breathing grew heavier, more ragged.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his voice rough with desire. "Even more perfect than I imagined."

His hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing across my hardened nipples and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I felt bold, empowered by his obvious desire, and let my hand drift down to his waistband, feeling the impressive hardness straining against the fabric. That knowledge sent a rush of heat pooling between my thighs.

When the last barriers of clothing fell away, we stood naked before each other, as natural as the wilderness around us, hiding nothing beneath the moon's silver gaze.

Blake gently lowered me onto the soft grass, the moonlight painting my skin with a silvery glow. His lips traced a reverent path across my collarbone and down to my breasts, each touch both worshipful and hungry.

When his mouth closed around my nipple, a jolt of electricity shot straight to my core. I arched my back, offering more of myself to him with a gasp that echoed in the quiet clearing.

His tongue circled my navel before moving lower, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. My heart pounded frantically as my fingers twined in his hair, half-nervous, half-desperate for what was coming next.

When his lips finally made contact with my most sensitive spot, I couldn't contain the loud moan that escaped me. His tongue circled my entrance before dipping inside, tasting me intimately. The sensation was so intense I could barely breathe.

I felt myself rapidly climbing toward release under his skilled attention. "Blake... I'm going to..."

**Blake's POV**

Ava trembled beneath my mouth, her taste sweeter and more intoxicating than I'd ever imagined—wild and pure, a contradiction that perfectly matched her spirit.

Her fingers tightened in my hair as her body tensed, signaling her approaching climax. The knowledge spurred me on, my tongue working more insistently against her core. Her moans were the most beautiful sound I'd ever heard. As her thighs began to shake, I gripped her hips firmly, holding her in place, unwilling to let her escape my control.

I savored her release, feeling her pulse against my tongue as I gently sucked her sensitive bud, prolonging her pleasure until she squirmed from overstimulation. Slowly, I kissed my way back up her body, paying special attention to her flat stomach, her perfect breasts, and the elegant curve of her neck before claiming her mouth once more.

She tasted herself on my lips, and the intimacy of that moment made my already hard length throb painfully.

*I've never wanted a woman this badly. Each response, each touch from her nearly drives my wolf over the edge. I want to mark her, possess her, make her irrevocably mine.*

I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her heat and wetness before slowly, steadily pushing forward. When our bodies were fully joined, I had to pause to regain control. The feeling was too perfect, too right—I feared I might lose myself completely.

I gazed into Ava's eyes, seeing desire and absolute trust reflecting back at me. "You feel perfect," I whispered. "Like you were made for me."

Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, and that invitation shattered my remaining self-control. I began to move, each thrust deeper than the last, each withdrawal only to return with more force.

I felt my knot beginning to form—the distinctive physiological response that werewolves experience during mating, typically only with fated mates. The sensation was overwhelming, primitive, and utterly right.

"Ava," I growled in warning, "my knot... if you don't want this, tell me now." This was her final chance to back away.