Abandoned by the Alpha, I Became the Lycan King's Mate

Chapter 144: After Marking

[Margaret’s Perspective]

I couldn’t help but press my thigh against Donald’s p*nis. I squirmed crazily in his arms.

At this moment, lust completely dominated my mind. I only wanted to melt into Donald’s body. We were supposed to be one.

Donald reached out and rubbed my lower body vigorously. I was almost hanging off Donald’s body. His hard and hot thing was pressing against my thigh. I wriggled my butt in that direction and kept moaning in my throat.

I heard Donald gasp. His big hand pressed against my waist and he bit my lower lip in punishment. “Don’t move,” he said in a low voice.

“I—I want you—”

“I know.” Donald licked the place where he had just bitten.

I stuck out my tongue to hook his. He accepted it all with a smile and silenced the moan I was about to make.

Donald rolled over with me in his arms and pressed me under him.

He looked down at me as if he was looking at a prey that he had to kill. I wanted to say something, but his overwhelming kiss stopped my lips again.

“You smell like hell,” Donald whispered.

I looked at Donald’s strong body in fascination and straightened my back to get closer to him. Donald’s embrace was the most reassuring thing in the world. In front of him, I didn’t need to do anything to hide myself. He would accept and protect me.

Donald’s sex organ was filled with blood to a purplish-red color. The bulging tendons revealed an uneven surface.

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It was this thing that could bring me the most primitive and unparalleled pleasure.

Donald growled and used his knee to push my thighs as far as they would go. His erect sex organ thrusted straight in.

“Aaaaaaaaa—Aaaaaahhh!”

I screamed. This feeling of pleasure was rapid and refreshing.

I grabbed Donald’s steel-like arms with both hands, and my vision exploded like fireworks.

I gasped for air and stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Donald’s sex organ was rough, hot, and burning. Not only did it not ease my burning desire, it made it burn even more.

It was Donald in my body, Donald in my blood, and Donald in my soul. I only wanted Donald to give me a stronger impact and a more violent stimulation.

Donald lowered his head and kissed me again. He lifted my waist with one hand and stuffed a pillow under my waist. This made it easier for me to spread my legs.

He pulled his sex organ out gently and pushed it back hard. After a few rounds, my body seemed to have been completely connected by him, and Donald’s movements became fast and urgent.

At some point, my voice started to sound like I was crying.

Our posture evolved into me hugging my legs while Donald supported them as he frantically entered and exited my body.

Every time Donald pulled his p*nis out, he would push it in ruthlessly. He would only stop after pushing all the way in. I even felt his p*nis pushing against my womb. He wanted to completely invade my body.

I kept hearing the sound of flesh colliding.

It was undeniable that every time Donald entered and left quickly and forcefully, he brought me endless stimulation. My body felt as if it had been electrocuted. From my hair to my toes, my wolf, Betty, was so excited that she couldn’t control herself.

This was our most enduring sex.

When Donald finally pulled his d*ck out of my body, my limbs were limp on the bed. I felt that my lower body was still shamelessly leaking sticky bodily fluids. Donald lay on his side beside me and panted heavily. He carried me into his arms like a beast declaring its territory.

The tip of his nose rubbed against my chin, and he kissed his way down my chin to the side of my ear.

“You smell good,” Donald whispered in my ear.

I nestled in Donald’s broad shoulders. The tip of my nose was filled with the fused aura of our Mark. It was intoxicating.

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I was in him and he was in me.

The thought of it filled me with endless contentment.

“You smell good. Really good. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”

Donald used his tongue to gently lick the back of my neck that had just been marked. The slightly rough mossy surface brought about a tingling sensation. I retracted my neck, but Donald chased after me relentlessly. I felt myself being hugged even tighter.

“You’re mine. From now on, you’re my wife, my queen.” Donald’s voice sounded hoarse and exceptionally sexy.

I was infected by Donald’s emotions and repeated after him, “I’m yours.”

“I really want to stay with you like this forever.” Donald’s voice sounded a little muffled.

I heard the unspoken implication in Donald’s voice. I turned around. Now that we were face to face, I could see Donald’s beautiful gray-green eyes with my reflection in them.

I wrapped my arms around Donald’s neck and gave him a kiss.

“Margaret, I hate to say this. But you know you have to leave now, right?” I said.