Chapter 369: Chapter 369 His Meal For The Night

Zion, though, looked anything but done. His smirk was slow, dangerous, and full of hunger as he licked his lips, tasting the last of her on his tongue.

“Don’t think I’m finished with you, Addie,” he murmured, voice dripping with promise. “We’re just getting started.”

Addison shuddered, a wave of goosebumps crawling over her skin as Zion’s words sank in. She couldn’t bring herself to meet his gaze, those dark, hungry eyes that promised she was far from safe. Her breath hitched, her body trembling in anticipation and dread all at once.

She knew him too well. When Zion said something, he meant it, and he always followed through. The realization sent a pulse of heat straight between her legs, even as she tried to fight it.

Addison swallowed hard, shaking her head weakly. She’d thought she could keep up, maybe even tease him back, but now, she realized she’d stepped right into a trap. A dangerous, delicious landmine she’d triggered herself.

Zion didn’t just take control; he claimed it, and by letting him do as he pleased, Addison had already surrendered. Maybe it was her body betraying her, desperate to escape the ache still lingering in her nerves, or maybe it was the way he looked at her, like he was about to ruin her all over again.

Either way, she knew resistance was useless. Zion wasn’t done, and the way his eyes trailed over her trembling form told her exactly how deep she’d fallen into his game.

“Addie,” Zion’s voice dropped low, dark, and thick with intent, “I hope you’re not thinking we’re done already, hmm?” His smirk deepened, lazy but dangerous. “That was only the appetizer. I was just warming you up… You haven’t forgotten how big my appetite is, have you?”

Before Addison could answer, Zion caught her ankle and lifted it slightly. His lips brushed against the delicate skin there, sending a shiver racing up her leg. Then he pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to the inside of her ankle before dragging his tongue along it, a slow, wet stroke that made her toes curl.

The look he gave her from below could’ve melted steel. Those deep emerald eyes, sharp and magnetic, caught hers and held her completely. He looked every bit the devil, handsome, hungry, and ready to devour her all over again.

Addison couldn’t move. She just stared, her breath uneven, her lips parting as she bit down to keep from moaning. Her stomach twisted with a mix of nervousness and craving, the memory of his “appetite” flashing vividly in her mind, how he took her, how he didn’t stop until she was trembling and ruined beneath him.

And even though her body was still weak, a dangerous spark flared inside her. She wanted more, needed more, because deep down, she knew this was only the beginning of how Zion intended to have her tonight.

Zion’s smile turned wicked, the kind that promised sin before Addison could even form a retort. In one smooth motion, he pulled her closer, her gasp swallowed by the heat of his body, and before she knew it, he was already above her.

His cock brushed against her wet entrance, heavy and hot, and the contact alone made Addison’s breath hitch. Her heart slammed violently against her ribs as anticipation twisted deep in her gut. She swallowed hard, trying to steady herself, but her body betrayed her; her hips shifted on their own, searching for more friction, more of him.

“Addie…” Zion’s voice came low and hoarse above her, roughened by desire. The sound made her look up, and when she met his gaze, she realized he’d been watching her the whole time, every flicker of her expression, every tremble of her lips.

Her face burned. She had been biting her lower lip without even realizing it, trying to contain her anticipation, and she wondered how desperate she must’ve looked. That thought died the moment Zion’s mouth curved into that smug, knowing grin, the one that said he’d already read every thought she tried to hide.

“You really want it, don’t you?” he murmured, his tone dripping with dark satisfaction as the head of his cock pressed teasingly against her entrance. The warmth of his breath mingled with hers, and every nerve in her body screamed for him to move, to stop teasing and just claim her already.

Zion’s voice dropped low, rough with desire. “Then, tell me what you want me to do, hmm?”

As he spoke, he rubbed the swollen head of his cock against Addison’s wet entrance again, coating himself in her wetness.

The light friction made her moan softly, a broken, needy sound, and her hips trembled, pressing forward on instinct, grinding against him as if her body had a mind of its own.

Zion watched her every move, his grin deepening when he saw her brows furrow and her lips part in impatience. She looked so desperate, so beautifully stubborn, that it almost broke his control.

He chuckled darkly, leaning closer, his breath hot against her ear. “A little slut should know how to ask for what she wants,” he murmured, his tone a mix of mockery and seduction. “So, tell me… how do you want me to take you?”

Addison gasped as his lips brushed her earlobe, his teeth grazing the tender skin before he nipped at it gently. A violent shiver ran through her body, her nipples hardening, her hips rolling again, this time more desperate, more pleading.

Zion snarled low in his throat, his self-control hanging by a thread. The wet sound of her pussy filled the space as he kept teasing her entrance with the thick head of his cock, every brush making his muscles tighten and his pulse hammer in his neck.

“Fuck…” he hissed, jaw clenching as he fought to keep from slamming into her.

“Take her… and fuck her like there’s no tomorrow.”

Shura’s guttural growl echoed in Zion’s mind, thick with feral impatience. The wolf inside him was clawing at the edge of his control, urging him to stop the teasing, to forget the slow foreplay that humans craved. Shura didn’t understand foreplay or seduction; all it knew was instinct.

Mate. Claim. Breed.

The beast was restless, snarling against the walls of Zion’s consciousness, demanding to take over. It wanted to sink its claws into Addison’s hips, to drive into her until their bodies broke under the weight of raw desire.

Zion could feel Shura’s hunger bleeding into him, the urge to dominate, to possess, to mark. His pulse pounded in his throat, his cock twitching with the same primal rhythm that pulsed through the wolf’s instincts.

“Enough of this teasing,” Shura rumbled, voice dripping with hunger. “Let me out. Let me show her what it means to be ours, to be fucked until she forgets her own name.”

The thought sent a violent tremor down Zion’s spine. His hands tightened on Addison’s thighs, torn between the savage pull of the mate bond and his own desperate need to savor her, slowly, deeply, until every gasp that left her lips was for him alone.

“Shut the fuck up, Shura,” Zion snarled under his breath, his jaw tightening as he wrestled against the wolf’s impatient voice. “You really don’t know a damn thing about romance. Don’t ruin this mood, just stay the hell back.”

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