The Alpha's Forbidden Vow novel Chapter 97

Zane ripped his shirt off, muscles flexing, skin gleaming like polished stone in the moonlight. His crimson eyes burned, barely seeing me, lost in the rut’s haze. He pressed himself against me, hard and scorching, making my breath catch. “Gonna fuck you till you scream my name,” he growled, voice rough, slurred from the poison. He pushed in slow, stretching me, the burn sharp and overwhelming. Pain hit like a blade, but pleasure surged, my walls gripping him tight. His groan was raw, eyes fluttering shut like he was lost in it.

His pheromones choked the air, setting my skin on fire, every nerve screaming. My head spun, his poisoned haze clawing at my sanity, but the bond’s rush kept me hooked, craving more. His hips moved, slow at first, each thrust hitting deep, deliberate.

He grabbed my thighs, spreading them wide, fingers digging in just enough to bruise.

“Take it, you needy bitch,” he said, words cutting, dripping with want.

The pace quickened, thrusts slamming, hitting spots that made me moan. Pain lingered—my hand stung, my core stretched—but pleasure roared louder, coiling tight in my gut. His mouth found my shoulder, teeth nipping, drawing a thin line of blood. He licked it slow, tongue dragging, eyes glinting with hunger.

“Fuck, you taste like mine,” he murmured, voice low and dirty. My nails clawed his back, leaving red streaks. He grinned, sharp and wolfish, loving the sting. “Scratch me, mate—make it hurt,” he urged, voice husky.

I dug in harder, blood welling under my fingers. His tongue found the scratches, lapping slow, possessive. Thrusts turned wild, his control fraying, poison eating him alive. The cave’s air grew heavy, our scents mixing with sweat and blood.

His fangs gleamed, hovering over my mating gland. The air was thick, tension choking me. He thrust deep, body shaking, and sank his fangs in. Pain exploded, hot and sharp, ripping through my neck. Pleasure roared, the bond snapping tight, overwhelming.

Blood mixed, his essence flooding me—years of loss, raw love, all tainted by poison. His thrusts turned mechanical, eyes blank, blackout swallowing him. He roared, release hitting, hot and thick, filling me. His tongue lapped my blood, still buried in my neck. I gasped, feeling him vanish into the void, his mind gone.

“Zane—” I choked out, but his growl cut through, raw and empty.