The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 375

Chapter 375: Chapter 375 Her Other First

But Zion wasn’t done. As his hips ground against her, his thumb pushed past the resistance of her other hole, slipping inside just enough to make her cry out. The sudden double penetration tore through her senses as surprise and pleasure blurred until her whole body shook, both holes convulsing around him as a strangled scream escaped her lips.

"Fuck, baby—ease up," Zion groaned, his voice breaking into a low snarl as his hips jerked. "You trying to kill your husband?"

He could barely breathe.

The way her pussy clenched around him was brutal, almost punishing. It felt like she was trying to swallow him whole, milking him so tight he thought his cock might get crushed inside her.

The mix of pain and pleasure hit him so hard it made his pulse stutter, his body trembling from how violently she gripped him.

Addison couldn’t even process Zion’s words; her mind was nothing but static, a haze of white noise and fire. She thought it would hurt, but instead, a wave of shocking pleasure ripped through her body so intensely that it left her trembling. The jolt made her toes curl, her breath hitching as her body convulsed around him.

A broken whimper escaped her lips, her eyes fluttering helplessly. She tried to keep them open, to glare at him, to curse him for being such a damn bastard, but the pleasure was too much. It rolled through her in dizzying waves, stealing the strength from her limbs until she felt boneless, melting under him.

She wanted to hit him, to tell him off for pulling this stunt, but with that one deep thrust, it felt like he’d stolen every ounce of control she had. Her whole body hummed like a live wire, the shock spreading from where he filled her to every inch of her trembling skin.

It was maddening — too much, too good — and for a fleeting second, she swore she wasn’t even touching the ground anymore, floating in the haze of pure, overwhelming pleasure.

Zion froze when he realized Addison wasn’t responding, her body trembling beneath him, her breath shallow. For a second, guilt punched through his haze of lust.

’Shit... did I go too far?’ He thought she’d gone quiet out of anger, that maybe she’d snapped at how rough he’d gotten.

But then he felt it, the rhythmic tightening of her inner walls, pulsing around him in erratic waves. She wasn’t ignoring him; she was cumming.

Over and over.

The sudden realization sent a shiver down his spine. He didn’t know whether to laugh in relief or lose his mind from how good it felt. Was her body just built this way? Or was it because of their mate bond?

That thought turned darker, heavier.

Addison had more than one fated mate...

’What if all of them wanted her at once?’

His mind painted a filthy image of her surrounded, filled, every inch of her claimed. His cock twitched violently at the thought, his jaw tightening. Would they use her backdoor, too? If so, should he be the one to claim that first, to mark her there before anyone else could?

The idea consumed him for a heartbeat, making his gaze darken as his hips stilled. He’d been planning to play it off earlier, to say he "accidentally" slipped into the wrong hole and pretend it was a mistake.

The thought alone had nearly made him lose control. But at the last moment, he stopped himself; he couldn’t risk hurting her or pushing her too far. Still... that impulse burned in him, raw and unrelenting. So instead, he let his thumb have what his cock couldn’t, pressing, teasing, claiming in his own way.

But the moment he slammed in deep, he froze, Addison’s body convulsed violently beneath him, her breath catching in a strangled moan as her entire body trembled.

’She came? Just from that?’ The realization hit him like lightning. Her walls gripped him tight, milking him as if she were born to fit him that way.

He could feel her pulse around him, wet and hot, and a wicked thought twisted in his mind. ’So that’s what they mean... a werewolf’s mate is molded for their fated one.’ But Addison wasn’t bound to only him; she had three. That thought made something primal coil inside him.

"Fuck..." he hissed as the resistance met him. But he wanted it — needed it. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, watching her body quiver and yield around the head of his cock. The heat that gripped him there was tighter, rawer, almost enough to make him lose his mind right then and there.

This other first was nothing like when Zion had first taken her years ago. Back then, even when there was pain that was sharp and fleeting, it was quickly drowned by pleasure. She remembered the burn, the brief sting of something tearing inside her, and then the rush that followed when Zion began to move, the mate bond flooding her body with heat and euphoria until all she could do was melt beneath him and give in completely.

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