Marked Twice by the Alpha King Chapter 88

**Ava's POV**

Then tension melted from his muscles, and his palms gripped my waist, hauling me against his chest with a hunger that stole my breath.

With effortless strength, he hoisted me upward. I locked my legs around his waist, my towel slipping away forgotten. His bare skin scorched against mine, sending jolts of electricity racing along every nerve ending. 

My tongue traced the seam of his mouth, a silent plea, and when he granted me entry, something molten pooled in my chest. The fierce response in his kiss told me everything – he craved this moment as desperately as I did.

He navigated us through the doorway into his private sanctuary, where his distinctive essence enveloped me – forest after rainfall mixed with something untamed that was purely Blake. The mattress welcomed my back as he lowered me onto silk sheets that whispered cool promises against my heated flesh.

Moonbeams played across the landscape of his chiseled torso, highlighting valleys and ridges of muscle that practically begged for my touch.

His reply came as hot kisses blazing down my throat, teeth grazing the thundering pulse point beneath my skin. A current of pleasure raced through me, pulling sounds from my throat I scarcely recognized. Each caress sparked wildfires under my skin – nothing like the artificial heat from that damned drug. This inferno was authentic, unforced, entirely mine to surrender to.

He ventured lower, his tongue circling my nipple before drawing it into the wet heat of his mouth. My spine bowed, a gasp tearing free as he alternated between gentle suction and teasing nips. My fingers tangled in his hair, short nails scraping his scalp as pleasure coursed through me.

The growl that vibrated from his throat when I tugged lightly awakened something feral inside me – something that recognized its match.

He reclaimed my mouth, his kisses harder now, more demanding. "I've wanted this since I first saw you," he murmured against my lips, his voice like gravel. "Let me taste every inch of you."

"God, yes," I breathed, my thoughts scattered like leaves in a storm.

A trail of liquid fire marked his journey downward, pausing to worship my breasts once more before descending further. Heat blossomed beneath my skin – not the cloying artificial fever of Moon Heat, but a delicious warmth born from his proximity, his attention, the torturous anticipation of what would come next.

As he positioned himself between my thighs, his breath ghosting over my most sensitive flesh, embarrassment should have flooded me. This level of intimacy was uncharted territory. With Jackson, I'd stubbornly maintained boundaries, insisting we wait for official mating.

Yet here I lay, offering Blake a gift that could never be reclaimed, and strangely, I couldn't summon a single regret.

The first stroke of his tongue against my core wrenched a hoarse cry from my throat, my body arching off the bed. The vibration of his appreciative groan against my sensitive flesh sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward.

My hips rose instinctively as he drew my swollen bud between his lips. I buried my face in the nearest pillow, muffling sounds I couldn't control as tension coiled ever tighter within me.

When the dam finally burst, his name tumbled from my lips in ragged devotion. He placed one last reverent kiss against my quivering flesh before beginning his ascent, tracing the same path in reverse.

His face hovered above mine, eyes dark with hunger. "Need protection?" he asked, his breathing ragged against my ear.

"I'm on birth control," I panted, still trying to catch my breath.

Something flashed in his eyes, and a possessive growl rumbled from his chest. "Why?"

"My periods... they get really bad. Doctor's orders."

He relaxed visibly, capturing my mouth again in a deep kiss. I moaned at the taste of myself on his tongue. Despite just experiencing the most powerful orgasm of my life, I needed more. 

I needed him inside me, completing me in ways I couldn't fully understand.

As if reading my thoughts, he positioned himself between my legs, the hard length of him pressing against my entrance. His kiss softened. "Tell me if I hurt you," he whispered, eyes searching mine. "We stop whenever you want."

I nodded without hesitation, pulling him closer. He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. When he reached the barrier, we both stilled. Once he broke through, there would be no turning back. I would no longer be a virgin.

But in that moment, nothing felt more right.

He leaned down to nibble my earlobe, his heavy breathing making my skin tingle. With one careful thrust, he pushed through the barrier, and I hissed at the sharp pain. He was bigger than I'd expected, stretching me in ways I hadn't prepared for.

"You good?" His fingers stroked my cheek, concern darkening his eyes.

I nodded, taking deep breaths. "Gimme a sec," I managed, adjusting to the unfamiliar stretch.

"Take all the time you need," he whispered, trailing soft kisses across my collarbone.

After giving my body time to adjust, I whispered, "I'm ready," I whispered, rolling my hips against him. "Don't hold back."

He pushed deeper, my core stretching to accommodate him. Then he withdrew almost completely, the sudden emptiness making me whimper, before thrusting back in with enough force to make me yelp in surprise. 

The brief flash of pain quickly gave way to waves of pleasure as my body responded to his.

When he was fully seated within me, he claimed my mouth again, his tongue exploring every inch as he began to move. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, drawing him impossibly deeper with each thrust. 

My inner walls tightened around him as another climax built. I tried to hold back, wanting him to join me, but the pleasure was too intense. 

He quickened his pace, the rhythm becoming more urgent, and I felt him swelling inside me. His hand slipped between our joined bodies, fingers finding that sensitive bundle of nerves, and my control shattered.

"Let go for me," he commanded, voice husky with need. "Show me how good you feel."

His words pushed me over the edge. I came apart around him, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy crashed through me. A few powerful thrusts later, he followed, burying himself deep as he poured his release into me.

We stayed connected, both trembling with aftershocks, as moonlight painted our sweat-slicked bodies silver. His weight pressed me into the mattress, but I welcomed it, not ready to let him go. 

For these precious moments, the world outside didn't exist—no Jackson, no kidnapping, no pack politics. Just Blake and me, tangled together as if we'd always belonged this way.

His lips found my mark, kissing it gently. Even in my blissed-out state, I noticed something strange—the usual sting when anyone touched Jackson's mark was gone. Instead, a pleasant warmth radiated from the spot, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

"Any regrets?" he asked, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin.