The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter-Chapter 175: Earning Forgiveness

Warning! Smut Ahead!

Natalie~

My entire body practically sizzled with tension as I clung to Zane, my apology a broken whisper against his chest. My hair spilling over his arm, a stark, fiery contrast to the cold silence wrapped around us. His arms locked around me—strong, steady, and undeniably possessive—lifting me like I weighed nothing. He didn’t say a word. His jaw was tight, his blue eyes swirling with deep emotions I couldn’t even begin to name. But I felt it all—the storm brewing just under his skin. Hurt. Fury. And something else... something deeper, raw and wild.

Still, I didn’t let go. Couldn’t. Not in body, not in heart.

He carried me down the corridor, his strides purposeful, his gaze fixed straight ahead, as if willing himself to ignore the curious glances of the others. I didn’t care as well, I was just content being in his arms. I buried my face in the crook of his neck, inhaling that familiar, calming scent of his. It was a scent that had become my anchor, a reminder of safety and belonging in a world that had often been cruel. "I’m sorry," I repeated, my voice muffled against his skin. "I was scared, Zane. At first, I thought I was protecting you from hurt, protecting us. I never meant to hurt you. I love you so much. Damn, I love you so much."

Zane’s silence stretched on, a heavy presence surrounding us both. Then, with a sharp motion, he kicked open my bedroom door, the sound echoing through the quiet house. The room, bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, felt like a sanctuary, a refuge from the storm raging within us.

Then without warning—his lips crashed down on mine.

It was a kiss that hit like lightning: hard, hungry, desperate. A whirlwind of pain and passion, fury and longing. His lips said everything his silence didn’t—how much he’d been hurting, how much he still wanted me, how much he needed this to mean something. It was a kiss meant to drown out Griffin. To erase every damn memory of him.

I moaned, my body responding instinctively to his touch. I clung to him, my legs wrapping around his waist, my fingers tangling in his blond hair. The kiss deepened, turned hotter, messier. Our tongues dueling, tasting, claiming. It was a kiss that went beyond words, a silent communication of apologies and forgiveness, of love and need.

Zane’s hands roamed over my body, his touch both rough and reverent. He tore at the fabric of my dress, baring my shoulders, his lips trailing kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, leaving behind a trail of possessive marks that screamed mine. I shivered, arching into his touch, my fingers running over the firm muscles of his chest and the raised edges of the tattoos inked into his warm skin.

The room was completely fogged with the scent of our desire, a heady mix of sweat and musk, of wolf and goddess. Jasmine stirred deep inside me, rising to meet the call of her mate. I could feel Red—Zane’s wolf—lurking just beneath the surface, silent but watchful, guarding what was his.

Zane pushed me back onto the bed, his eyes suddenly changed colors glowing red with a fierce intensity I could feel in my bones. "You’re mine, Natalie," he growled, his voice rough with —rage, desire, fear of losing me, and something softer... love. "Mine to protect, mine to hold, mine to punish."

A tiny smirk stretched his lips. "And rest assured, I will punish you."

My breath hitched at the raw possessiveness in his tone. I reached up, tracing the lines of his face, my touch gentle, apologetic. "I’m yours, Zane," I whispered, my voice low, a bit teasing. "Always and forever... and I’ll take whatever punishment you give me—gladly."

Our lips met again—slower this time. Softer. It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an apology, a plea for forgiveness, a quiet vow that this—we—would last forever.

Zane’s hands slowed too, no longer rough, but slower, like he was rediscovering me with every touch. His fingers skimmed over my skin, every curve, every breath. The fire in his eyes hadn’t faded, but now it burned deeper, steadier—hot and sure.

He trailed kisses down my body, each one lighting a spark, each one saying I see you... I want all of you. When he reached my breasts, he paused, like he was giving me time to breathe—but I couldn’t. Not when his tongue circled my nipple, slow and deliberate, making them hard and sensitive.

I moaned loud as his tongue kept sending waves and waves of heat pulsing through me. His teeth grazed my skin, just enough to make me gasp, to make me arch closer, needing more.

Every touch, every kiss, felt like a worship—like he wasn’t just loving my body, but everything I was.

I moaned so hard my throat felt dry, my head tossing back, my hands tangling in his hair. "Zane," I gasped, my voice a plea for more.

He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that vibrated against my skin. "Impatient, my little goddess?" he teased, his breath hot against my ear.

I couldn’t stop myself from blushing even if I wanted to. My cheeks flamed with a mixture of desire and embarrassment. "You know I am," I murmured, my fingers tracing the contours of his face. "I really want you inside." ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Zane’s eyes darkened, his gaze intense, his desire burning brightly. He kissed me again, a deep, soul-searing kiss that left both of us breathless. Then, with a growl, he unbuckled his pants, took out his thick, hard, pulsing cock and positioned himself between my thighs, his eyes locking with mine.

"This is where you belong," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Right here, with me, forever marked by my scent, my bite, my love."

My heart swelled at his words, my love for him overflowing. Without a second thought, I reached up, pulling him down for another kiss, my teeth grazing his lip, a silent promise of my own.

Zane’s hands slid down without breaking the kiss, finding my panties and tearing them away in one swift motion. My breath caught as his hard cock brushed against my soaked entrance—then, without warning, he drove into me, and we both moaned, lost in the rush of raw ecstasy. Our bodies moved together in an ancient rhythm—a primal dance, a bond only mates could know. His thrusts were fierce, demanding, each one staking his claim deeper, harder, dragging us both closer to the brink.

I met him stroke for stroke, my nails raking down his back, my cries echoing in the air between us.

"You’re not allowed to come until I say so. You’ll earn it when you’ve earned my forgiveness," Zane growled, his voice like fire as he thrust deeper, wringing another moan from my throat.

"Zane, please..." I gasped, feeling him hammer into me with relentless speed.

"Will you ever lie to me again?" he asked between thrusts, his crimson eyes burning into mine.

"Zane..." I sobbed, overwhelmed.

"Answer me, Natalie. Will you ever lie to me again?" His voice was rough, dangerous, as his pace grew even more merciless. My orgasm surged, fierce and inevitable—but I knew he meant every word of his warning.

"Zane... please... I can’t hold it," I cried out, trembling under his punishing rhythm.

"Natalie," he warned, his voice a low snarl as he kept going, pushing my body to the edge and then further still, until all I could do was beg for release.

"I—I swear... I’ll never lie to you again," I choked out, my voice hoarse, clutching onto that final thread of control.

Zane gave a slow, wicked smile. "That’s my good girl," he murmured, his movements suddenly even faster, more intense. Then he leaned in, lips brushing my ear, voice gravel and hunger.

"Bite me, Natalie," he whispered. "Mark me as yours again, just as I mark you. Then, and only then, can you let go."

A feral light sparked in my eyes, something primal stirring deep within me—Jasmine rising in response to the ancient call. I sank my teeth into Zane’s shoulder, a sharp bite that melted into a rush of pleasure. He growled, a sound that vibrated through my bones, then bit down on my shoulder in return. His hips snapped forward, and I felt his release pulse through him just as mine hit, my body convulsing in perfect sync, our cries tangled in the heat of it all.

We collapsed into each other, bodies intertwined, hearts thundering, breath uneven. Zane’s fingers skimmed the fresh marks on my skin, reverent and slow. "My scent’s on you now," he murmured, voice low and thick with satisfaction. "A reminder to the world that you’re mine, Natalie."

I smiled, soft and content. Lifting my head, I kissed the mark I left on his shoulder, my lips brushing gently over it. "And yours is on me," I whispered. "A promise. A bond. Forever."

Golden light spilled into the room, wrapping everything in warmth. The room was covered with the heady scent of us—our lovemaking, our bond, unmistakable and untamed. In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only us, tangled in each other, hearts beating in unison, souls bound by something deeper than flesh or fate.

But as the light shifted and shadows crept across the floor, my thoughts began to wander. The world wasn’t done with us. We’d fought unseen and seen enemies together, strengthened by fire, but danger still lurked, and not everyone wished us well.

Zane’s fingers curled around mine, grounding me as if he felt the weight of my thoughts. "My father wants you at the royal ball tomorrow," he said, his tone cautious. "I don’t know what he’s planning... but he also specifically invited Darius. I wanted you to be prepared."

I leaned in and caught his lips in a slow, teasing kiss before pulling back with a smirk. "Your father doesn’t scare me, Zane—least of all Darius. Don’t let them rattle you."

Zane chuckled, pulling me close until I was wrapped in his arms. "I know. I just needed an excuse to see you, my love."