Mated To The Alpha King (Raven and Ethan) novel Chapter 150

Alpha Ethan’s POV

I held her close, inhaling her scent like it was the only air my lungs would accept. Sweet, intoxicating… it was uniquely hers.

I’d tried to convince myself countless times that I could grow immune to it, that I could stand near her and not be drawn in. But that was a lie I couldn’t keep up with for long.

She didn’t pull away. She didn’t stiffen. Instead, she le fingers lingering against her cheek.

me be this close. I couldn’t help brushing a loose strand of hair from her face, my

“Why are you letting me be this close?” My voice was quiet, not the commanding tone I usually carried, “And why aren’t you fighting me this

time?”

Her eyes softened, and when she spoke, it was almost a whisper. “I just… want a moment of peace and quiet with my mate. Maybe I’ll even spend the night here.”

The words hit me like a punch I didn’t see coming. My mate. She actually said it. My chest tightened, and I fought to keep my expression

calm.

“I wish things could stay like this forever,” I murmured, and for a second, I meant it more than anything I’d ever said.

She didn’t respond; she just turned and walked to my closet. I watched as she pulled out a towel, her movements slow and deliberate. My gaze followed every step she took.

When she began undressing, it wasn’t rushed–it was unhurried, deliberate, like she knew the effect it had on me. Every piece of clothing that hit the floor made my restraint feel like a fragile thread ready to snap.

She was seducing me. And I was letting her.

I bit my lower lip, forcing myself to stay rooted where I was. My wolf howled in my head, urging me to close the space between us, to take her into my arms, and never let go. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t–not yet.

When she was done, she wrapped the towel around her body and headed toward the bathroom. I stood there for a moment, my pulse pounding, before finally stripping and following her in.

She didn’t fight me.

If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

hands

The steam from the shower wrapped around us, blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. I joined her under the warm spray, my brushing against her skin almost by accident, though we both knew it wasn’t. We didn’t speak at first–just stood there, letting the water wash over us, letting the silence say what words couldn’t.

Then her gaze found mine, and I couldn’t stop myself anymore. My lips claimed hers in a kiss that was equal parts desperation and surrender. She kissed me back, and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

I grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer/as I savored every part of her. Her low moans filled the steamy air. I broke the kiss, leaving us both breathless, and stood there staring at her–it was the most beautiful sight.

“Can I help you with this?” she said, breaking the silence.

“And what is that, if I may ask?” I replied, feigning cluelessness.

Chapter 150

She didn’t answer my question. Instead, she bent down before me and slowly took the towel off my waist, revealing my already hard mad length. She took me in her hands, stroking for a moment as if teasing me. I released a low moan as her cool lips touched me,

She was slow at first, careful, and then without warning, she increased her pace, taking my entire length into her mouth. She continued in and out, her tongue and lips working in perfect rhythm, and oh, she was perfect. I held her by the hair, closing my eyes and moaning in pleasure.

After some moments, she pulled out, licked me clean, and stood up.

“That was so perfect,” I told her, stroking her hair before lifting her by the waist and making her sit on me. I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking gently while my other hand traced a slow line down her thigh. She released a soft moan, her breathing shallow. While my mouth was still on her nipple, I slipped a finger into her already dripping heat.

“I love how ready you are for me,” I whispered, removing my mouth from her breast. I positioned her the way I wanted and slowly pushed into her until my entire length was buried inside. I began moving, thrust after thrust, losing myself in the rhythm.

We made out under the water until we were breathless–until my body ached with the need to pull her closer and never let go.

By the time we stepped out, exhaustion had settled over us like a heavy blanket. I scooped her into my arms, carrying her back to the

bedroom.

I set her gently on the bed and went to the closet, pulling out one of my shirts. I handed it to her, and without a word, she slipped it on. It hung loosely on her frame, the sight of her in my clothes stirring something deep in me I didn’t dare name.

I put on a pair of sweatpants and climbed into bed beside her. She immediately rested her head on my chest, her fingers absentmindedly tracing an imaginary line along my bare skin. The simple touch felt more intimate than anything else we’d shared tonight.

“I want to ask you for a favor,” she said softly.

I arched a brow, a sliver of suspicion cutting through the haze of contentment. “So, is that why you’re doing all this? Because you want something from me?”

Her head lifted, eyes narrowing. “No. It’s far from that. I just… realized that no matter how hard I try to stay away from you, I can’t. That’s why

I’m here.”

The honesty in her voice made something inside me loosen. I cupped her cheek. “I’m

get ba She t

two of you are like this.”

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