The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 213

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“Ah!”

The stirring in her belly only grew wilder, a deep ache that made her whimper involuntarily. But before the sound could fully escape her lips, Zion captured her mouth with his.

Before she could respond, Maxwell moved in from behind, kneeling close as his hands gently gripped her waist. His warm palms slowly slid down to her navel, the soothing gesture grounding her. It helped calm the tremble in her body, even if just a little.

No matter how wild the storm inside him grew, he forced himself to remain still. They still didn’t fully understand what was happening to Addison. Maxwell couldn’t yet accept the explanation that she was possessed by a demon; such an idea felt too far–fetched, too impossible to believe. Still, until they had answers, he couldn’t act on his darker impulses.

As soon as Addison heard Zion ask her to help take off his shirt, she paused for a moment before reaching out with trembling hands. It wasn’t that she was reluctant to help, far from it. What made her hesitate was the overwhelming temptation to just sink down onto his hard cock, already perfectly aligned with her dripping pussy.

All it would take was one motion, and he’d be inside her. But acting on that impulse would feel too raw, too desperate, like she was just using his body to scratch an itch. She knew she’d feel embarrassed about it come morning. So instead, she focused on following their lead, doing things their way…

His kiss was raw, filled with longing and hunger, but there was hesitation too, as if he feared how she might react. For Zion, the moment their lips touched, a tremor ran through his entire body. It was overwhelming, almost unbearable. He felt like crying. But more than anything, the fact that Addison had asked him to help her, not pushed him aside… it made Zion feel like his soul had just ignited in fireworks.

That unexpected tightness made it nearly impossible for Zion to move; he gritted his teeth, fighting the instinct to thrust. One wrong and he felt like he’d explode too years, soon; he hadn’t touched anyone in either Ove

Without warning, his hand slid to her waist, gripping her firmly before pulling her down onto him in one smooth, possessive motion, plunging his cock deep inside her.

So, Maxwell buried his rage, leashed his wolf, and chose restraint. For now, he would help her… and wait. After all, the night was long, and his turn would come. All he had to do was be patient.

“Oh, Addie… you’re being a bad girl, hmm?” Zion murmured, his tone teasing and dangerous, right before his palm landed sharply on her ass. The sudden slap made Addison jolt in surprise, but instead of pain, it sent a wave of conflicting sensations crashing through her, a confusing blend of pleasure and sting. She wasn’t a masochist… or so she thought. And yet, somehow, she found herself liking it.

“A–Addison… ease up a little–you’re so tight,” Zion groaned, leaning in again, his warm breath ghosting along her jaw.

Zion took a slow breath, catching the change in the air. Her scent was richer now, undeniably arousing, but unlike earlier, it wasn’t tainted by anything that messed with their rationality. This time, it was pure, heady desire, and it stirred something primal in him.

But it wasn’t as if Maxwell’s possessiveness had quieted. Far from it. As he watched Zion buried inside Addison, something primal stirred violently within him. He wanted to tear Zion away from her, to reclaim every inch of her skin by retracing each of Zion’s touches with his own, until only his scent remained.

But he held back.

Her already hazy mind turned to mist/her thoughts dissolving under the heat of his touch. His other hand trailed lower, brushing against her breast before cupping it with reverence. Zion sighed, a deep, satisfied sound, as he savored the softness in his palm, kneading her gently. Addison whimpered at the sensation, her back arching into his touch.