Soulbound Mates

Chapter 5:He marked me but...

I know he needs my response, even though I'm at a loss for words at this moment. "I'm..'m yours Alpha."

I scream as loud as my voice can go as his d**k pours through me once more. He clenches my hair into his fist and begins to batter me mercilessly. I start to back into him, using all the energy I have left, but his moans hold me grounded.

"F**k, Phina, keep doing that! You feel wonderful. With every thrust, his growls get more ferocious, and he knows he's almost there.

*Point at me, Damion. Please mark me right away. Suddenly, a surge of pure Phinay floods over my body as his fangs pierce my neck.

As we draw near, I scream, pant, and moan all at once. He collapses into me as I tumble to the bed, and we both gasp in pain. He kisses his mark and then my shoulder blades, pulling out of my tired and overused v****a.

I feel a sense of tranquilly wash over my body as I breathe into the cushion, and then sleep takes me away.A scorching sensation in my chest wakes me up and nearly sends me sprawling to the ground. Damion isn't here as I reach for the sheets and scream out to him.

I want to scream so bad, but I suppress the agony that is burning deep inside my chest. I straighten up and scan the space. My eyes are being blinded by the anguish, yet I have to hold on. Seeing my dress lying on the ground, I pick it up out of modesty.

It's almost five in the morning when I check the time. How might he be?

The anguish increases as I move into the corridor, and I have to inhale deeply to keep from passing out. Just to keep my legs steady, I have to cling to the walls. I stumble down the hallway, expecting to see someone, but it's entirely empty.

I then stumble to the door and turn the handle after hearing sounds coming from a room on my right. Damion is slamming his d**k into a red head on his desk as he greets me.

I assume this is his workspace.

Her groans convey a wonderful pleasure that I felt just a few hours ago. He is pushing without stopping as she is on her side and his hands are gripping one of her legs. Every time he pushes forward, his toned ass clenches and all of his back muscles contract in unison. I can only produce the expression of utter shock.

When the girl finally glances up and sees me, she gasps, and Damion turns around.

He doesn't appear shocked; in fact, the asshole grins while continuing to shove. It is what they desired. He desired for me to see him and for me to experience this misery. The ache gets worse and I grasp my chest with my palm because I'm unable to register any emotions. revers and close the door.

Since that's the only feeling I can express in this circumstance, my rage grows. Since I was fifteen years old, I have not shed a tear, and I am not going to start now, dammit. Although I have seen the signs of cheating before, this is the first time I have actually felt them.

With a limp, I return to Damion's room to retrieve my shoes. So be it if this is his preferred way of living.

I push past the scorching feeling and gather myself. Fixing my hair and brushing it over my mating mark, I glance in the mirror. As the pain continues to pound into my body, I look in the mirror and try to control my facial emotions. He clearly hasn't told anyone that he spotted his luna—his luna that he intended to f**k over the minute he marked her—because he won't recognise anyone when we return.

Damion, let the f*****g games begin.

I descend the stairs to reach the shared space. Someone had to be awake somewhere, right? Although the discomfort persists, I have experience dealing with far worse, so I have the upper hand. It is merely a mental sUgonna.

As I turn the corner, I find a man standing and glued to the television. I assess him. He may be a bit shorter than Damion, but he's just as massive. If he were wearing just basketball shorts and had just returned from a border patrol, his chocolate complexion would be shining. I realise that he's too strong to be a mere fighter and that this is unquestionably his beta. This will be far superior to anything arbitrary.

I say, "Hey there," in my sexiest voice as I confidently approach him.

His piercing light grey eyes shoot up in astonishment as he turns around, but there's also lust. "You lost kitten?"Alpha discovered a new toy, but I haven't stopped playing yet." I delicately touch his stomach and rub my cleavage on his arm. I take my signal when I stoop down and notice the bulge developing in his trousers.

From his stomach to his groyne, I hunched my hand as his He roughly grabs my ass, slams my ips to his, and clutches my hair violently.

Stupid wolves are quite accessible.

I gasp at the connection as he presses me into his erection. My wolf wines tell me it's incorrect, but I silence her. I can ignore my wolf just as well as he can.

I groan as I flick my tongue against his and then bite his lips. I say, "Take me to your room," and I don't have to tell him again.

He hauls me up like I'm nothing and speeds us down the hallway. With pure hunger taking over his eyes, he kicks open his door and tosses me onto his bed. He slams his door and comes shambling at me. My mate is still hurting me, which is the reason my breathing is difficult.

As I wait for his next move, I sit up on my elbows. He rips the front of my garment in half before ripping off his own trousers.

Well, that was really hot; I don't have to act horny anymore.

He pulls my legs to the edge of the bed and stabs me in the centre with force. He slams into me, and I cry in pain. My chest pain has finally subsided, and I feel more energised. I push him away, and when he comes at me again, I grab him by the shoulders, shove him on his back, and give him a big "f**k yes!" "Oh no!" he exclaims. From underneath, he raises me and drills into my p***y. I start rubbing my c**t as I pound into him because I'm so close to having an orgasm that I need it to happen immediately. I fall back in bliss, turned even more by the desire in his eyes.

I c*m fast, his c**k pushing inside me, trying to find a way out. I'm getting tired with him since he keeps pushing himself on me.

I've completed what I needed to, and now I just want to be free of him.

Abruptly, the door slams open, revealing my friend, enraged beyond measure, clutching his chest as a scorching heat consumes him.

If it weren't for the other b***h's fluids still shining on his body, his nude figure would be a total turn on. I compare our responses to the anguish of cheating by looking into his eyes. We're both astonished and angry, but the biggest difference between him and me is that he's crying!