Marked By The Lycan King, Betrayed By Fate

CHAPTER 27

(Selene’s POV)

My body went limp in his embrace. My breathing was still uneven, mingling with his own heavy breaths.

Lucian carefully laid me down, as if I might shatter if touched too roughly. I could feel his heart pounding behind his strong chest, beating in sync with mine.

He slowly pulled the blanket over our bare bodies, and I instinctively nestled closer into his arms. The night air felt warm as my skin pressed against his. We didn’t speak. We simply remained in silence, letting it be filled by the sound of our steadying breaths and synchronized heartbeats.

Lucian’s fingers ran through my hair—gentle, rhythmic. It felt like a lullaby. I closed my eyes, letting the peaceful sensation seep into my mind, still wrapped in euphoria.

But it didn’t take long for my thoughts to start wandering.

“Lucian…” I murmured, my voice still hoarse.

“Hmm?” he responded without opening his eyes.

“Do you feel like… we’re truly connected now?”

Lucian turned to look at me, his gaze carrying an intensity that was hard to put into words.

“I feel… like the world stops spinning when I’m with you.” He pressed a long, lingering kiss to my temple. “We’re not just connected, Selene. We are one.”

I smiled faintly, but my heart pounded faster. A warmth spread through my chest, flowing through my body like a gentle wave.

I closed my eyes, trying to rest in his embrace. But my body, which had reached its peak earlier, now felt restless again. Maybe it was the sense of safety. Maybe it was the feeling of belonging. Or maybe… my body craved him more than I had realized.

My hand moved slowly over his chest, searching for his heartbeat before trailing down to his abdomen. His muscles tensed beneath my touch. Lucian’s eyes opened, locking onto mine.

“Selene…” he murmured softly.

I didn’t answer. My lips began tracing his chest, planting light kisses along his skin, making him shiver. His breathing changed. I heard his deep, husky groan.

“Are you playing with fire again?” he asked, his voice low and slightly unsteady.

I lifted my gaze, a mischievous smile on my lips.

“You turned me down earlier. But now, I don’t want to stop.”

Lucian inhaled deeply, his eyes sharp yet burning with heat.

“You’re not going to let me rest, are you?”

I bit my lower lip and shook my head slowly.

“Not if you keep looking at me like that.”

In an instant, Lucian flipped me over, pinning me beneath him once again.

This time, his gaze held no hesitation—only hunger. Not just lust, but deep, undeniable possession.

“Then…” he whispered against my ear, making me shiver. “I’ll satisfy you until you’re the one begging me to stop.”

Before I could respond, his lips captured mine again. This time, it wasn’t gentle.

This time, there was raw emotion. A burning desire. His tongue explored every corner of my mouth, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me closer.

I moaned as he found all my sensitive spots, his touch igniting every nerve. My body already knew him, already knew what it felt like to be touched by him. But tonight felt different. Deeper. Wilder.

“Lucian…” I gasped as he moved lower, kissing down my stomach before reaching the most intimate part of me with agonizing care.

“I want to make sure you feel everything,” he murmured between ragged breaths.

I couldn’t form words. I could only moan, tremble, and clutch the sheets as his tongue worked its magic.

I felt myself melt, explode, and soar all at once. My second climax came swiftly, washing over me in delicate waves.

Lucian moved back up, his gaze fixed on my pleasure-drunk expression.

“Are you okay?” he asked, gently caressing my cheek.

I gave a weak nod. “You’re too good at this.”

He smirked. “I’m not done yet.”

Before I could react, he guided me to open my legs again. His hands gripped my waist firmly, ensuring the perfect position before he slid back inside me.

This time, he moved faster. Deeper. Each thrust felt like a mark, reinforcing the bond between us.

My body arched to meet his rhythm, and once again, I lost control.

“Lucian—!” I cried out as my third climax crashed over me, and Lucian followed shortly after, driving deep inside me before finally surrendering to his release.

We lay still, our bodies pressed together, breaths mingling.

Lucian rolled onto his side and pulled me into his arms. This time, he didn’t say anything. He simply held me, his embrace strong yet full of tenderness.

I listened to his heartbeat as it slowed, steady and strong against his chest. But my mind refused to rest. Even though I still felt the safety I always found in his arms, the wound on my arm was a chilling reminder that someone had tried to take my life.

"Lucian…" I whispered, my voice nearly swallowed by the silence of the room.

He gently ran his hand over my back, saying nothing.

"Who did this to me?"

His body instantly tensed. I felt it.

I lifted my head from his chest and looked into his eyes.

"Was it really Dexton?"

Lucian closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again. The fire in his gaze was barely contained. But when he spoke, his voice remained calm—though I could hear the restraint in it.

"It wasn’t him."

I froze. My breath hitched in shock.

"Are you sure?"

"I just confronted him. He denied it… and I believe him. At least, I believe he didn’t do it directly."

"Not directly?" I repeated, swallowing hard.

Lucian let out a long sigh before holding me tighter.

"Dexton hates our relationship, that much is true. But he doesn’t have enough influence to command the Rogues. Let alone hire them to attack you in my own territory. He’s not that big of a threat."

I bit my lip. Dexton… No matter how terrible our past was, I wanted to believe he wasn’t that cruel.

"Then who do you think it was?" I asked softly, my mind filling with worse possibilities. "Was it… the Council?"

Lucian didn’t answer immediately. I saw his jaw tighten, his breathing shift—heavier now.

"They don’t approve of me being your mate," I continued, piecing the thoughts together. "They can’t accept that you chose me."

His eyes bore into mine, as if trying to read every thought in my head. Yet still, he didn’t answer.

"Lucian…" I pressed, pushing slightly against his chest to see his face more clearly. "Was it them? Does the Council really want me dead?"

He shook his head slowly—but not in denial. More like he was struggling to contain the storm inside him.

Finally, he said, “I’ll handle everything.”

“But—”

“No buts. I’ll take care of this. I won’t let anyone touch you again unless they go through my dead body first.”

And with that, he silenced me again—this time with his lips crashing against mine, pinning me beneath him once more.

And yeah… we ended up making love like crazy all over again.