He Marked Another Luna, So She Slept With His Alpha Brother

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<You Marked Her. Now You’re Mad I Slept with Your Brother?

Chapter 99

Camila’s POV Post

“Louder,” he ordered against me, the vibration making my thighs shake. Two thick fingers slid into me without warning, curling upward, stroking that sensitive spot inside while his tongue worked in tight, relentles circles. “I want to hear how good it feels.”

My hips rocked against his face. He growled again and held me down with one heavy forearm across my lower stomach so I couldn’t escape the intensity. “Fuck, you taste perfect. So wet and soft. Come on my tongue, sweetheart. Give it to me.”

I came with a broken cry, thighs trembling around his head. He didn’t stop until the last tremor faded, only then lifting his mouth, lips shiny, eyes locked on mine. “Good girl,” he said, voice thick. “That’s one. I’m not done with you yet.”

He rose over me, shedding the rest of his clothes in a few impatient motions. The hard length of him brushed against my entrance as he settled between my legs. Roman braced himself on one forearm, the other hand guiding himself.

“You ready for me?” he asked, the head of his cock pressing just inside. “Tell me.”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Roman…. Please…”

He pushed in slowly at first, thick and hot, stretching me open inch by inch. A low, continuous growl poured out of him the deeper he went.

“Fuck… so tight. Taking me so well.”

When he finally bottomed out, fully seated, he stayed still for a long moment, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard. “Feel that?” he rasped. “All of me inside you. You’re gripping me like you never want to let go.”

Then he began to move. His thrusts started deep and measured, each one rolling his hips so the base of his cock dragged against my clit. The pace built steadily. His control frayed. Claws pricked lightly at my hip where he held me.

“Harder,” I whispered, the word slipping out before I could stop it.

Roman’s eyes flashed. He buried his face against my neck again, teeth grazing the same spot he’d kissed earlier, and drove into me harder, faster, the wet sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.

“Like that?” he growled against my skin. “You want it rough? Want me to fuck you until you can’t think?”

“Yes–god, yes-”

Every stroke pulled a soft, needy sound from my throat. He kept talking, voice rough and filthy between the growls.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Squeezing me every time I push in. Gonna come again, aren’t you? I can feel it. Come on my cock, Camila. Let me feel you fall apart.”

The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter until it snapped. I came again, harder this time, clenching around him

with a broken moan of his name.

Roman followed with a guttural sound that was almost a snarl, burying himself deep and holding there as he spilled inside me.

“Fuck–taking every drop,” he groaned against my neck. “That’s it. Take it all.”

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When I woke the next morning, sunlight was already pouring through the window, almost too bright. I reached out sleepily. My hand landed on firm chest muscles, then slid lower over hard abs. Before I could pull back, strong fingers closed around my wrist.

“What… are you restless already?” Roman’s voice was low and lazy against my ear. “You want some more?”

I snapped fully awake. “You… ì…..”.

Memories of the night flooded back in vivid, heated pieces–the torn dress, the way his scent had wrapped around me, the way he’d taken me apart so thoroughly with his mouth and his cock and that filthy, growing voice. One thought rose clear and sharp: pretty people are deadly. No wonder ancient emperors kept filling their palaces with beauties. It wasn’t that they lacked self–control. The truly irresistible ones simply made control impossible.

I was about to give Roman a piece of my mind when my stomach betrayed me with a loud growl. Then another. I froze. Roman looked at me, his eyebrows lifting with amusement.

I cleared my throat. “I’m hungry.”

“Hungry?” His mouth curved mischievously. “I thought I took care of that rather thoroughly last night. And you’re already asking for more?”

My eyes narrowed. “Roman!”

“What? I’m only trying to understand.”

“Stop being ridiculous. I mean actual food. I need something to eat. Can you have the kitchen bring up a meal?

”

His amusement lingered, but his gaze drifted down my neck.

I followed his eyes and immediately remembered the evidence of his enthusiasm the previous night. There were red marks scattered across my skin, some disappearing beneath the neckline of my dress. Against my fair complexion, they were impossible to miss.

I quickly covered my neck. “You’re staring.”

“Hard not to.”

“Don’t you dare start.”

He chuckled, but something shifted in his expression. His gaze lingered on the marks he’d left, and a possessive glint entered his eyes. I could almost sense his wolf stirring beneath his skin, pleased with the

reminders of his closeness.

Roman had always been confident, but there was something different about him this morning. Even after last night, he seemed reluctant to put any distance between us. Unlike the other times, he stayed close to me as though he hadn’t quite had enough. It was an unsettling thought.

“What would you like to eat?” he asked. “I’ll make it for you.”

I stared at him. “You can cook?”

“Don’t sound so surprised. I can manage a few things.”

“Such as?”

“Porridge, for a start.”

I laughed. “Fine. Porridge will do.”

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He gave me a satisfied nod, got out of bed and headed towards the kitchen.

“I’ll take a shower first,” I called after him. I still felt as though his scent had settled into my skin. It seemed to

ollow me everywhere, and no matter how much I tried to ignore it, my wolf responded whenever I caught a trase of it. I needed a proper bath.

When I entered the bathroom, I caught sight of myself in the large mirror and stopped dead. Good heavens! “Roman Blackwell!”

My neck was covered in red marks. There were more along my shoulders and a few disappearing beneath the towel I had picked up.

Was this man just a wolf or some kind of savage?

I touched one of the marks and winced slightly. He had clearly forgotten that my skin wasn’t made of leather. My legs were still a little unsteady, too. Last night had been considerably more exhausting than I’d expected

I shook my head and stepped into the shower. By the time I finished, I felt refreshed, but another/problem presented itself. I was in Roman’s apartment. And I had absolutely nothing to wear.

“Roman!”

There was no response. He wae in the kitchen and didn’t hear me. so I called again. Still nothing. With no other option, I wrapped a towel securely around myself and cautiously opened the bathroom door. Then I peered out, keeping one hand firmly against the towel.

“Roman!”

His head appeared from the kitchen entrance. “What is it?”

“There’s a small problem.” He looked at me, waiting. “I don’t have any clothes here. Could you go downstairs and bring me something from my apartment?”

His eyes travelled briefly over my face before a knowing smile appeared. “Of course.”

“The porridge won’t burn, will it?”

“It’s under control.”

He turned towards the main door, then paused. “What’s your door code?”

I hesitated for a second before giving it to him. There was no point making this more complicated than necessary. I couldn’t spend the entire morning hiding behind a bathroom door in a towel.

In minutes, Roman returned a few minutes later carrying a small pile of clothes. I stared at what he had brought. He had picked out my underwear, too. Well. At least he was thorough.

I took the clothes from him, noticing that he’d chosen a simple white shirt and a pair of fitted jeans rather than one of the many dresses in my wardrobe. “You went through my closet?”

“I found what you needed.”

“That wasn’t what I asked.”

He gave me a look that suggested he had no intention of entertaining an interrogation. “Get dressed. Breakfast is almost ready.”

I retreated into the bedroom, changed, and examined myself in the mirror. The white shirt and jeans were simple enough, but they suited me. My long legs were still noticeable even in denim.

When I came out, the smell of freshly cooked porridge greeted me.

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Roman was in the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, checking the pot. Seeing the Alpha of Ravencrest standing over a stove was a sight I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to.