บททั้งหมดของ MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

~ TESS ~ As we walk toward the door, I can’t tell if I should hug Killan now for defending me or just bolt first and do it when we get outside. That’s how badly I want to leave my father's presence. Uncertain, I decide to follow my instinct and wrap my arm around his waist, edging closer to him. He rests his fingers over mine, and I sigh as the simple touch gives me the comfort I need. Although it doesn't seem like it, my father isn’t full-blown drunk yet, but he's almost there. This usually means things can get even worse. Also, he only comes to me like this when he really needs money. If we don’t leave now, I know I’ll have to reveal the fact that I don’t have any extra money to give. Customers have been scarce the last few months, meaning everything I have goes to bills and necessities. Killan’s seen my home, so he knows I’m not rich. But he doesn’t know just how bad things have gotte

~ KILLAN ~ Elation and triumph rush through me, and electricity begins to pulse beneath my skin as I feel my beast get ready to claim its mate. I push the wolf back, knowing this has to be done properly. Tess has just been emotionally wounded by her father. She needs to be taken in a manner that shows her she's cherished. A manner that helps heal and fill her. I’ll take it slow, introducing her to our mating in a way she’ll accept and dream about for years to come. Skimming my lips across hers, I murmur, “Just so you know, you are stuck with me after this. If you run I’d find you. And you can’t hide from me. I won’t let you.” She nods as I lift her from the chair, rising to my full height. “I’m going to make this so good for you, sweetheart. You’re not going to regret mating with me. I give you my word.” I feel her tremble against me and hear the way her breath catches. Blood thunders in my ears, my cock straining against my jeans. Even though I’m trying to do the right

~ TESS ~ “You don’t understand,” Killan rasps, his voice thick with restraint. The tips of his canines peek out longer than usual, and strands of his dark hair cling to his damp temples, framing those wild, stormy eyes. “I want to give you more. But this… this has to be perfect.” My heart clenches, breaking in a way I hadn’t expected. Why hadn’t I seen it sooner—how deeply I’d hurt him, how often I’ve pushed him away, how many times I made him question whether I truly wanted him? No wonder he’s trembling at the edge of his control. He thinks one wrong move, one misstep, will make me shut down again. And God, I’ve done such a good job of keeping him at arm’s length that he doesn’t even realize he already owns me. I yank my hands down, struggling against his hold until one wrist slips free. Before he can react, I reach up and cradle his cheek. “It is perfect,” I whisper, feeling the heat of his s

~ KILLAN ~ I hadn’t intended to be a smartass all the time. I just hadn’t known how deeply my words had affected Eve on occasion. When heat in her gaze fades, her scowl vanishing, I heave a sigh of relief. “Have you changed the sparkplugs?” Tess asks, fidgeting as if she senses the tension in the room, even though she doesn't know it's between I and Eve. Until she transforms, she won’t understand why she reacts in certain ways. A wolf always feels emotion, although they usually use the ability to sense feelings as a weapon. “That could be the problem,” Tess speculates. “No, she hasn’t,” Barron interjects, placing his hand on Eve’s neck. “The car is a hunk of junk because she doesn’t care for it properly. She thinks all she has to do is feed it gas and oil, and all is well.” Barron’s eyes lift and meet mine. A rush of relief swe

~ TESS ~ As soon as I have space, I kick off my shoes and shimmy my jeans down my thighs. Killan doesn’t waste a second. The moment his jeans fall to his knees, he lifts me onto the cool wooden desk, stepping between my legs like he belongs there—because he does. I spread for him without hesitation, bracing my hands behind me as I lean back. “The things you do to me,” he growls, his voice thick with desire as he slides the head of his cock against my entrance. He’s so hard, heavy, and wide that even though I’ve had him before, my body tenses in anticipation. I breathe out, forcing myself to relax, clinging to the memory of how damn good he feels when he’s buried inside me. “I wasn’t bullshitting, Sunshine. I’m yours. Mind, body, and soul. I’d do anything for you.” Then he pushes in. That thick, swollen head stretches me wide and slides in deep with a force that knocks a gasp from my throat. My head falls back as he fills me in one slow, claiming thrust, and God, it’s everything