Marked Twice by the Alpha King Chapter 118

**Blake's POV**

"You have no idea," I growled, already unbuckling my seatbelt and reaching for her. "Been thinking about this all night."

I pulled her to me, not caring about the console between us. Our mouths crashed together, all the frustration and desire of the evening pouring into the kiss. She tasted like freedom—wild and sweet and utterly addictive. Ava's fingers tangled in my hair, tugging just hard enough to make my wolf howl with approval.

"Here?" she gasped when we broke apart to breathe. "What if someone—"

"No one comes this way," I assured her, my hands already finding the zipper of her dress. "Just us. No politics, no pretending. Just you and me."

That was all the convincing she needed. Ava moved with startling speed, climbing over the console to straddle my lap as I hurriedly adjusted the seat back. Her silver dress fell open at the top, revealing the soft swell of her breasts in the moonlight. I couldn't help but stare—she was magnificent, all smooth curves and warrior strength.

"See something you like?" she whispered, a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Everything," I admitted, my voice rough with desire.

I slid my hands up her sides, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric. When I reached her breasts, I cupped them reverently, my thumbs brushing over the hardened peaks. Ava's head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips. I couldn't resist leaning forward to taste her skin, my mouth trailing hot kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts.

"Blake," she sighed, arching into my touch.

I tugged the dress lower, exposing her completely to the moonlight and my hungry gaze. Her skin practically glowed silver-blue in the darkness, making her look otherworldly and impossibly beautiful. I captured one rosy peak between my lips, swirling my tongue around it while my hand attended to the other. The sounds she made—soft gasps and breathless moans—drove me to the edge of sanity.

Her hips rocked against mine instinctively, seeking friction. I slipped my free hand beneath her bunched dress, finding her already slick and ready. When my fingers found that sensitive bundle of nerves, she shuddered against me, clutching my shoulders for support.

"I've been thinking about touching you all night," I murmured against her breast. "Watching you across that room, knowing what was underneath that dress..."

"Then stop talking," she commanded, her voice husky with need. "And do something about it."

My mouth found her neck, seeking out the spot where my mark had all but erased Jackson's. The gold practically glowed in the darkness, a physical reminder of our connection. When my lips touched it, I felt her shudder against me, her mind momentarily brushing against mine through our link—a flash of desire so pure it stole my breath.

"I need you," she whispered against my ear, her hands already working at my belt. "Now, Blake."

I helped her, lifting my hips slightly so she could pull my clothing out of the way. She positioned herself above me, our eyes locked together in the dim light. Then slowly, achingly slowly, she sank down, taking me completely inside her. We both gasped at the sensation, her inner walls squeezing me in the most exquisite torture.

"Incredible," I breathed, resting my forehead against hers for a moment, overwhelmed by the feeling of being joined with her.

"Just getting started," she replied with a wicked smile that set my blood on fire.

She began to move, finding a rhythm that had us both gasping for air. My hands drifted everywhere—cupping her breasts, gripping her hips, sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. Ava rode me with the same precision and focus she brought to combat training—each movement deliberate, controlled, aimed at maximum effect. Her breasts bounced gently with each motion, hypnotizing me until I couldn't resist leaning forward to capture a nipple between my teeth, tugging gently.

The windows steamed up around us, creating our own private world. Moonlight filtered through, catching on the sweat beading between her breasts and along her collarbone, making her glow like something not quite mortal. My Luna. My mate.

"Look at you," I murmured, my voice rough with awe. "Absolutely stunning."

She smiled, but it quickly transformed into a gasp as I shifted my hips to hit that spot deep inside her. Her inner walls clenched around me in response, dragging a groan from my throat. I could feel her getting closer, her movements becoming more urgent.

I slid one hand between us, my thumb circling her sensitive center with practiced ease. Her rhythm faltered as pleasure overtook her. I could feel the tension building in her body, see it in the flush spreading across her chest and the way her eyes grew dark and unfocused.

"Don't stop," she breathed, moving faster. "Right there... Blake..."

On instinct, I pulled her down, my mouth finding our mark. When my teeth grazed that golden patch of skin, our connection exploded wide open—her pleasure became mine, my desire flowed into her. The feedback loop of sensation pushed us both over the edge together.

Ava cried out, her body clenching around me as release tore through her. I felt her inner walls pulsing, milking my own release from me as I buried myself deep inside her, my vision temporarily whiting out from the intensity.

In the aftermath, we stayed joined, foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air. My fingers traced lazy patterns along her spine as her heartbeat gradually slowed against my chest. She was soft and warm in my arms, her skin dewy with perspiration, her lips swollen from our kisses.

"You know," I said quietly, "I've never needed anyone the way I need you."

It was as close as I could get to saying those three words—words an Alpha, especially an Alpha King, had been taught never to say first. Showing weakness, even to a mate, went against everything hammered into me since childhood.

But Ava understood. Her eyes softened as she brushed her thumb across my cheekbone. "Yeah," she whispered. "I know exactly what you mean."

Eventually, we had to part. I helped her straighten her dress, my fingers lingering on her skin, reluctant to lose contact. She leaned forward to place a soft kiss on my lips before sliding back to her seat. When I started the engine again, she reached over to lace her fingers with mine, a simple touch that somehow felt more intimate than what we'd just shared.

"So," she said, a smile playing at her lips. "Think our bed at the cabin still remembers how we broke it last time?"

"I had it reinforced," I promised, bringing her hand to my lips. "Steel frame now."

"Good," she settled back into her seat, a satisfied glow about her. "Because I'm not nearly done with you tonight."