Alpha's Regret-My Luna Has A Son novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

Macey POV 

“You’re right. It is inevitable. But that doesn’t mean it has to be unpleasant, right?” I ask before climbing between his legs. He watches me as I reach for the waistband of his pants, my fingers slipping beneath them.

My fingers tremble as I grip them and slide them down his legs, only for him to grab my shoulders and haul me up his body. He crushes me against his body, and he rolls on top of me, his body sliding between my legs and pressing against me as he purrs.

His hands reach for the thin slip dress as he bunches it before removing it over my head. He tosses it aside, his lips going to my chest. My skin buzzed and came alive at his touch, tingles spreading everywhere as he captured my nipple in his mouth.

His lips trailed down my ribs, nipping and grazing my flesh with his teeth. I swallowed, trying to ignore our bond that was telling me to give myself to him. Yet it was hard when, despite not wanting his hands pawing over me or his lips tasting me, the sensations were overwhelming, yet down there, he would be distracted.

He nips at my hip, shoving my legs apart, and I feel beneath my pillow to the edge of the bed when his mouth is suddenly on me; I cry out at the pleasurable sensation as his tongue sweeps over me while my fingers search for a piece of the antler I broke off.

The chain on my ankle seemed to annoy him when he shoved my leg higher and spread me wider for him, yet I needed to move closer to my side of the bed, knowing the antler was at the very edge of the bedhead.

Yet my hand fists the sheet when he sucks my clit, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, and I hated that he could play my body like a damn instrument thanks to the bond we shared.

“You seem distracted,” Carter murmurs against my lower lips, and my hand freezes in its search. I glance down at him to find him watching me, and his eyes flicker to that of his wolf side. It was eerie staring into them and seeing my face reflected back at me.

“No, I am just worried about Taylor,” I tell him, which wasn’t a lie. I was petrified for her. I didn’t want Nixon anywhere near her,  if I didn’t tell him the truth with him feeling out the bond, he would know I was up to something. Carter sits up on his elbows. He kisses my knee before he looks at me, his eyes scrutinizing my face.

“You will be reunited with your daughter soon enough, but for now, we complete the bond, Macey,” he says, dipping his head and running his tongue along my thigh. He grips my hips, his hands going beneath my ass so he can lift me to his mouth. His hot mouth covers me, and I squirm, wiggling closer to the side needed.

While he is distracted, I slowly move my arm above my head again, placing my other hand on his head and fisting his hair while my fingertips search the edge of the bed. Carter growls against my clit, the vibration sending shock waves through me when I brush the edge of the antler.

I gently pull it out, knowing it isn’t 100 percent straight, and if it bangs on the wood, he would be alerted; I leave it beneath my pillow for easy reaching before tugging on his hair and moving my hips; he growls at me, trying to hold me still when I jerk his head back by his hair; he lifts his head and crawls up my body, settling his weight between my legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him closer to kiss him.

“I could have loved you, and I would have loved you,” I cried as I clutched him.

“But you hurt my sister,” I breathed. Carter gurgled, trying to lift up, but my legs were locked around his waist, my feet locked behind my ankles as I held onto him as he struggled to breathe.

“Fuck your mate bond. No, mate bond is stronger than the bond I have with my sisters,” I tell him as he chokes on his own blood. It spews out of his mouth and coats my shoulder, face, and neck with its warmth. His last breath beside my ear will always

haunt me, same as the pain that sliced through my chest as sharp as a razor edge; it cut right through my heart and made my soul bleed as a coldness settled over me, so cold, it felt like death, and I knew it was his and mine.

I felt the part of me that was connected to him die along with him. The bond tether and agony tore through me, and I hiccupped a sob. Kalen said killing your own mate would have consequences, and it felt like I was rotting from the inside out as I felt blood trickle from my nose instantly.

I sniffled, feeling his dead weight crushing me as his body went limp, and it took every ounce of strength I had left to crawl out from under him.

I was drenched in his blood, and I looked at his body face down on the bed before my shaky hands tucked the blanket up, as if I could pretend I was tucking him in instead of being unable to look at what I did. Yet as I did, my legs went from under me, and I fell heavily beside the bed. I killed him. I killed my mate and knowing that only killed me even more.