Three marks, one mate

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Rogue king (Elias pov)

The moment she stepped fully into the light, something about her stirred a faint sense of familiarity within me, like a memory just out of reach, lingering at the edge of my mind. I had seen her before, and I was certain back then, she had been nothing more than a passing face, insignificant, forgettable.

Now everything was different.

The air between us felt charged, alive with something new, something undeniable, and I could feel it threading through my veins, tugging at my instincts in a way that made my wolf stir with sudden awareness.

Zelda had been right.

This was new, a bond that had not existed before.

My gaze lingered on her, studying her more carefully this time, taking in every detail I had once ignored, and a slow, calculating thought began to form in my mind.

“What is your name?” I asked, my voice calm.

Her lips parted slightly, her eyes widening as she stared at me, clearly just as affected, just as confused by what she was feeling.

“You are… my mate?” she asked, her voice trembling faintly, disbelief and shock blending together.

A corner of my lips lifted.

If the Moon-Born thought she could sever herself from me so easily… then perhaps fate had found another way to tether me back to power and this woman standing before me could be useful.

“There is nothing to question,” I said smoothly, my voice lowering slightly as I rose from my seat, my movements slow, deliberate, controlled. “Yes… I am your mate.”

I began to walk toward her, each step measured, my gaze never leaving hers, watching as her breathing shifted, as the awareness between us deepened with every inch I closed between us.

Up close, the bond felt stronger.

It curled beneath my skin, urging, demanding, awakening something darker within me.

My hand lifted almost unconsciously, finding its way to her neck, my fingers brushing lightly against her skin as I tilted her head just enough to hold her gaze where I wanted it.

“Now,” I murmured, my voice softer but far more intense, “tell me your name.”

A soft sound escaped her lips, unsteady, as though the contact alone had shaken her composure.

“Celine…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “My name is Celine.”

A slow smile spread across my lips as my grip on her neck tightened just slightly—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who stood before her.

“Good,” I said quietly.

There would be time to hear her reasons, to understand why she had come.

But for now, I wanted to see just how far this bond could bend her and whether she would be as useful as I needed her to be.

I tightened my grip on her neck, pulling her face up to meet mine. Her lips parted in a gasp, and I crashed my mouth against hers, forcing my tongue inside to taste her sweetness. She tasted like fresh rain and wild desire, the mate bond igniting every nerve in my body. My free hand grabbed her waist, yanking her body flush against me so she could feel the hard bulge of my c**k pressing into her stomach through my pants.

Celine whimpered into the kiss, her hands clutching at my shirt as if she couldn't decide whether to push me away or pull me closer. But the bond won out; she melted against me, her tongue tentatively stroking mine. I growled low in my throat, breaking the kiss to nip at her jawline, then down to her collarbone. My fingers dug into her hips, bruising the soft flesh as I spun her around and shoved her backward onto my desk. Papers scattered to the floor, ink bottles tipping over, but I didn't care. All I saw was her—spread out on the polished wood, her chest heaving, eyes wide with a mix of fear and hunger.

"Elias," she breathed, her voice trembling as I loomed over her.

"That's right, say my name again," I commanded, my hands ripping at the laces of her blouse. The fabric tore easily under my strength, exposing her full breasts spilling over a thin lace bra. I yanked the bra down, freeing her t**s, and pinched her n*****s hard between my thumbs and forefingers. She arched off the table with a cry, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist to pull me closer.

I leaned down and sucked one n****e into my mouth, biting down just enough to make her squirm. My tongue flicked over the hardened peak while my hand slid up her skirt, pushing the fabric up to her thighs. She was already wet; I could smell her arousal, thick and intoxicating. My fingers found her panties, and I tore them off with one sharp tug, the sound of ripping cloth echoing in the room.

"Please," Celine gasped, her hips bucking up toward my hand.

"Please what? Beg for it, mate," I snarled, sliding two fingers along her slick folds. Her p***y was soaked, clenching around nothing, desperate for me. I plunged my fingers inside her without warning, curling them to hit that spot deep within. She screamed, her walls fluttering around my digits as I pumped them in and out, hard and fast.

Her juices coated my hand, dripping down onto the desk as I finger-f****d her relentlessly. I added a third finger, stretching her, preparing her for my c**k. Celine's head thrashed side to side, her moans turning into sobs of pleasure. "Elias! Oh gods, yes!"

I pulled my fingers out abruptly, bringing them to her lips. "Taste yourself." She obeyed, sucking my fingers clean, her tongue swirling around them like she was starving for more. The sight made my c**k throb painfully in my pants. I unbuckled my belt with one hand, shoving my trousers down just enough to free my erection. It sprang out, thick and veined, the head already leaking pre-c*m.

Celine's eyes locked on it, widening in awe and a hint of nervousness. "It's so big..."

"You'll take every inch," I promised, grabbing her thighs and spreading her legs wide. I positioned myself at her entrance, rubbing the tip of my c**k through her wetness, coating myself in her arousal. Then, with one brutal thrust, I buried myself balls-deep inside her p***y.

She screamed my name, her nails raking down my arms as her body adjusted to my size. Tight—f**k, she was so tight, like a vice gripping my shaft. The mate bond pulsed between us, amplifying every sensation, making her inner walls milk me with every clench. I didn't give her time to recover; I pulled back and slammed into her again, setting a punishing rhythm. The desk creaked under us, threatening to break as I pounded her relentlessly.

"Harder!" Celine demanded, surprising me with her ferocity. Her legs locked around my hips, urging me deeper. I obliged, gripping her ass and lifting her slightly so I could drive into her at a new angle, hitting her cervix with each thrust.

Sweat slicked our bodies, the air filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping skin and her breathless cries. I leaned down, capturing her mouth in a messy kiss while my hand snaked between us to rub her c**t in rough circles. She shattered almost immediately, her p***y convulsing around my c**k as she came, gushing over me.

But I wasn't done. Not by a long shot. I flipped her over onto her stomach, her breasts pressing into the wood as I yanked her hips up. Her ass presented to me, round and inviting, and I slapped it hard, leaving a red handprint. "This ass is mine now," I growled, spreading her cheeks and spitting on her tight hole.

Before she could protest, I pressed the head of my c**k against her back entrance, pushing in slowly at first. Celine tensed, moaning in a mix of pain and pleasure, but the bond eased the way, her body yielding to me. Inch by inch, I filled her ass, groaning at the impossible tightness. Once fully seated, I started thrusting, slow builds to hard slams, my balls slapping against her p***y.

"f**k, Elias! It's too much!" she wailed, but her body betrayed her, pushing back to meet my hips.

I reached around to finger her p***y again, matching the rhythm of my c**k in her ass. She came twice more like that, her body shaking uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face from the intensity. Finally, I felt my own release building, the bond urging me to claim her completely.

With a roar, I buried myself deep in her ass and came, pumping hot spurts of c*m inside her. It overflowed, dripping down her thighs as I kept thrusting through the aftershocks. Celine collapsed onto the table, spent and trembling, her body marked by my hands and my seed.

I pulled out slowly, watching my c*m leak from her stretched hole. Pulling her up into my arms, I kissed her forehead, the bond humming with satisfaction. “You are mine to use whenever and wherever I want," I whispered, knowing this was just the beginning.