The slow drag of his teeth, the wet glide of his tongue, and the relentless fullness between her legs overwheld her senses all at once, making her body tremble as pleasure and tension coiled tightly in her core.
The question sounded gentle.
But his body, his gaze, and the way he held her said sothing far more primal, as though he had already decided and was rely voicing the instinct burning inside him while he continued to move with raw, possessive intent.
Addison could clearly feel it, the gradual swelling of his cock inside her, the head growing thicker and fuller with each passing second, pressing heavily against her inner walls as if anchoring itself deep within her. The sensation was impossible to ignore, overwhelming in both fullness and heat, making her body tremble as she realized what he was instinctively trying to do.
It felt like he was trying to root himself inside her completely, as though once he knotted and spilled everything deep within her, there would be no escape, only the raw, possessive act of filling her to ensure nothing was wasted.
Yet, unlike the first ti she had experienced Zion knotting inside her, the panic she expected never ca.
Instead, there was a strange, quiet acceptance blooming in her chest.
Perhaps it was because it was Levi.
Because she trusted him.
Because she loved him.
Because he was now her mate.
Or perhaps it was the mate bond itself, amplifying her emotions, softening her resistance and making her more receptive to him in ways she couldn’t fully rationalize. The overwhelming pleasure, the intimacy, and the instinctual pull between them dulled the instinct to resist.
Even the thought of being knotted and possibly carrying his pup didn’t trigger the sa fear it once did. Her body and heart seed far less inclined to reject him, almost as if so part of her was instinctively accepting him completely.
While Addison was slowly, subconsciously yielding to the sensation and the inevitability of his swelling knot, Levi abruptly stiffened.
For a fleeting mont, it was as if he snapped out of a fevered dream.
The golden flecks in his eyes flickered and faded as his rational mind forcefully pushed his wolf back into submission. The primal haze clouding his thoughts receded, replaced by sharp awareness.
The swelling of his cock inside her halted.
A strained groan tore from his throat, his jaw tightening as his sanity fully resurfaced. Only then did the weight of the situation crash into him.
This was not the right ti.
Not for Addison.
Not for her future.
Not for the path she was ant to walk.
If she beca pregnant now, it would complicate everything: her ambitions, her position, and the dangerous political landscape surrounding her. Worse, their enemies would undoubtedly exploit it as a weakness, turning her vulnerability into a target and placing her in even greater danger.
And that was sothing Levi absolutely refused to allow.
No matter how strong his instincts scread to claim and breed, the part of him that loved her, truly loved her, chose restraint instead, even as his body ached with the primal urge he had just forcibly suppressed.
So instead of surrendering to his selfish desire to claim her completely and make her the mother of his pup right then and there, Levi chose sothing far more difficult: her safety.
More than his instincts.
More than his craving to fill her and mark her as his.
He chose her future.
If the ti ever ca, he would ask her properly. He would wait until she was ready, until the situation around them was stable enough for her to carry his pup without danger looming over her every step. But now? Now was the worst possible ti. Enemies were scheming in the shadows, threats closing in from every direction, and her path toward the throne was at its most fragile stage.
A pregnancy now would not be a blessing.
It would be a vulnerability.
A weakness others would exploit without hesitation.
And the re thought of Addison being placed in greater danger, or their unborn pup becoming a target, was enough to snap Levi’s instincts back under control.
With visible restraint, he forced himself to suppress the primal urge roaring inside him. The swelling knot inside her slowly eased instead of locking fully in place, his body trembling slightly as he held himself back at the very edge.
A strained groan escaped his lips, heavy and rough, as he felt his cum dangerously close. He had regained his sanity just in ti, but barely.
Leaning down, he captured Addison’s lips in a deep, lingering kiss, pouring all the conflicted restraint and possessive tenderness into it as he savored her warmth and sweetness. His kiss was slower now, more controlled, yet still burning with intensity, as if grounding himself through her rather than losing himself completely.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t disappointed.
Or selfish.
Or that so part of him didn’t desperately want to ignore everything and give in to his instincts.
He was all of those things.
But above all, he loved her more than his own satisfaction. More than his desire. More than the primal urge urging him to claim her completely and impregnate her.
And for her sake, he chose to hold himself back, to put his needs last, even as every part of his body scread for the opposite.
"Levi..." Addison breathed softly, her voice still shaky as she felt the swelling inside her gradually subside. The lingering waves of pleasure were still coursing through her body, her nerves hypersensitive and trembling as she hovered dangerously close to her own orgasm. Yet what caught her off guard wasn’t the fading intensity; it was the sudden shift in him.
The overwhelming tenderness in the way he held her.
The way he kissed her, touched her, and restrained himself as if she were sothing fragile and precious rather than soone he had been devouring monts ago.
It made her choke on her words.
In that instant, she understood.
She understood why he stopped.
Why he forced down his instincts.
Why he refused to knot inside her despite how desperately his body wanted to.
A faint, complicated emotion flickered in her chest.
She couldn’t deny it, a part of her had been ready. If it was Levi... she would have accepted it wholeheartedly without hesitation. The bond between them, the trust she had in him, and the way he cherished her made the idea far less frightening than it once was.
But she had montarily forgotten their reality.
Their situation was far from safe.
Far from stable.
Kyle and Aiden’s existence was still being kept hidden, their lives already hanging under layers of secrecy and danger. If the truth about them was exposed, they would instantly beco targets. And if she beca pregnant again at such a critical ti, the risks would only multiply.
Enemies would gain another weakness to exploit.
Another life to threaten.
Another pressure point to use against her.
Worse... she might not even have the strength to protect all of her children if danger struck from multiple sides.
The re thought of being forced into a situation where she would have to choose who to save — which child to prioritize, made her chest tighten painfully.
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