The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 214: Chapter 214 Working Together

Levi, on the other hand, knelt down beside them and gently took Addison’s hands in his own, treating them with reverence. He was feeling the same emotions that Maxwell did, the aching jealousy, the burn of possessiveness, but his wolf was quieter, more controlled.

Perhaps it was because he was a Beta and not an Alpha; the instinct to claim wasn’t as overpowering. Still, it lingered just beneath the surface, only a step away from spilling over.

Despite the tension tightening in his chest, Levi held it together. He lifted Addison’s hand to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her knuckles before guiding her palm to his cheek. The contact grounded him, soothed some of the fire roaring in his veins. He closed his eyes for a moment, silently willing himself to wait; his time would come.

Meanwhile, Addison, her body overwhelmed by stimulation, tightened her grip on Zion’s arm, her nails digging into his skin and leaving faint red trails that healed almost instantly. Then Zion gripped her waist firmly and began to lift her, only to let her sink again, slowly.

Each motion made the thick ridge of his cock scrape along her sensitive walls, sending waves of pleasure crashing through both their bodies. A soft moan spilled from Addison’s lips, and the room pulsed with rising heat and anticipation.

”Hngh!” Addison moaned, her voice breathy as Zion slowly lifted her, only to guide her back down onto his thick length. The movement was unhurried but deliberate, and as her body sank onto him, her breasts brushed against the heat of his chest, sending another jolt of sensation through her already sensitive nerves.

Each movement sent tingling sensations cascading through her, but then Zion lifted her again, only this time, he pulled her down with more force, until the blunt head of his cock pressed deep, knocking against the entrance of her womb.

”Ah!” Addison cried out, the sharp mix of pressure and pleasure crashing into her like a tidal wave. It felt like she was being stretched from the inside out, and the direct hit to that sensitive spot sent white-hot bliss shooting straight to her brain, leaving her gasping and trembling in his arms.

Just having Zion buried deep inside her made Addison feel overwhelmingly full. Her mind was slipping into a haze, unable to hold onto anything but the electric waves of pleasure racing through her body and clouding her thoughts. Then, a searing kiss trailed up her spine, hot and deliberate. Maxwell’s lips moved gently along her back until he reached the nape of her neck.

His hand slid up, fingers curling around her throat with possessive control, while the end of his fingers traced along her jaw and tilted her face back toward him. As soon as her lips parted on a soft moan, Maxwell claimed them, kissing her deeply.

His tongue slipped between her lips, hungry for the taste he’d longed for, her taste, sweet and intoxicating. The contact calmed the beast inside him, even if only a little.

His bare chest pressed against her slick back, his warmth and touch grounding her in the chaos of sensation. The hand at her throat tightened just slightly, and the shift made Addison’s core pulse, her inner walls instinctively tightening around Zion.

”Ugh—!” Zion groaned, his voice gravelly with restraint as he felt her tighten around him. He bit his lower lip and drove his hips forward, thrusting into her with a rhythm that was hard and steady, not too fast, but deep enough to make Addison unravel.

Trapped between the two of them, she whimpered into Maxwell’s mouth, drowning in pleasure as her body trembled from the relentless stimulation.

Then Maxwell took Addison’s other hand and guided it toward his cock. He curled her fingers around him, and Addison’s eyes widened slightly. She couldn’t even wrap her hand fully around his girth. Just like Zion and Levi, Maxwell was impossibly big.

The realization should have made her nervous, but instead, a thrill shot through her veins. There was no fear, only anticipation. After all, fated mates were made for each other, body and soul. They were meant to fit.

Maxwell helped her stroke him, slow at first, the heat in his veins spiking with each glide of her palm. Every touch of hers was like a bolt of lightning, so potent that it stole his breath.

He inhaled sharply and bit down on her lower lip, unable to stop himself. The burn of impatience was rising in him; he wanted her, needed her, but he held himself back. Even just her hand on him was enough to make him feel like he might explode. He could only imagine what it would be like to be inside her.

Addison, overwhelmed and flushed, began to move her hips, finding her own rhythm as she started to ride Zion with smooth, steady motions. Her pace was fluid, confident, and intoxicating.

Zion let out a low moan, his head tipping back against the sofa as his hands gripped her soft thighs, holding her gently as he gave her full control.

His emerald eyes burned as he watched Addison, caught between him and Maxwell. She was passionately exchanging kisses with the man behind her, one hand stroking Maxwell’s thick shaft, while her hips moved in time with the pleasure building between her and Zion.

Maybe she hadn’t even realized it yet, but she was the one in charge now. Zion had surrendered the pace to her, and all he could do was watch and feel as she brought them both closer to the edge.

Zion couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way Addison’s hips moved, smooth and hypnotic, like waves rolling in perfect rhythm. His gaze dipped lower, catching the erotic sight of their bodies joined, his cock sliding in and out of her slick, glistening pussy. The way her wetness coated his cock made his chest rumble with a primal snarl of approval.

He was utterly enthralled.

His eyes trailed upward, locking onto the mesmerizing bounce of Addison’s breasts. Full and perky, with nipples tinted a delicate pink, they moved in time with her rhythm, tempting him beyond reason. The sight was maddening; he ached to lean forward and take one into his mouth, to claim it with his teeth and tongue.

Every curve, every shift of her body burned itself into Zion’s mind. She was intoxicating—utterly, blindingly beautiful—and in this moment, she was all he could see, all he could feel.

Then Zion and Maxwell exchanged a brief look, an unspoken understanding passing between them. Maxwell slowly withdrew his fingers from Addison’s clit, causing her to gasp at the sudden loss of stimulation.

He stopped kissing her, too, and instead brought his glistening fingers to her lips, teasing the soft skin before slipping them into her mouth. Addison instinctively closed her lips around them, her tongue swirling around the taste of herself.

Zion took over where Maxwell left off, his thumb replacing those skilled fingers as he resumed rubbing her clit in firm, controlled circles. Both men watched intently, Maxwell’s fingers moving in and out of her mouth while Zion continued to pleasure her below.

”Baby,” Maxwell whispered into her ear, his voice deep and laced with mischief, ”imagine you’re sucking my cock... just like you did to Levi earlier.”