Marked by Five Alphas: The Immortal Luna
Chapter 15: Evelyn: The Alpha’s Touch

Chapter 15: Evelyn: The Alpha’s Touch

Evelyn~

His wolf kind of terrified me, so I didn’t want to see or speak to him again. Even if it was difficult, I truly hoped Theron would never let his wolf take over his body in bed again.

"Then, before he ever tries to come back ..." Theron leaned down, his breath brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Let me mark you now."

I didn’t say anything, just gave him a small nod.

But that simple gesture was enough to make him understand that I had given him permission to mark me.

Theron didn’t waste another second. He gently tilted my head to the side, brushing my hair away to expose my neck. I thought he’d go for the back of my neck because as far as I knew, most Alphas marked their mates there.

However, unexpectedly, Theron bit the side of my neck.

I winced and gritted my teeth as his fangs sank into my skin.

The pain was unbearable that a few tears escaped the corners of my eyes.

It made me feel like a helpless deer caught in the jaws of a fierce wolf, like prey with no choice but to let the predator devour it.

It felt like I was the meal and he was the top of the food chain.

"Oh, come on, don’t be so dramatic," my wolf scoffed inside my head. "It just feels like a mosquito bite."

She didn’t even have a physical body, so how could she possibly understand what I was feeling?

I wanted to snap at her, throw a few insults her way, but the pain Theron had given me was too overwhelming to bother.

When he finally pulled back, he licked the blood from my skin and tried to soothe me by gently stroking my head.

"I’m sorry," he whispered. "I didn’t want to hurt you ... but the marking process is inevitable."

"That’s fine." I let out a harsh sigh. "I’m used to it."

Pain. Disappointment. Empty promises.

They’d been part of my life for as long as I could remember.

Even if I hated it ... what could I do? The world never gave me what I wanted anyway.

Theron’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. He looked at me with such gentle, regretful eyes. When I tried to turn away, he reached out and gently guided my face back toward him.

"I promise ..." he murmured, "I’ll never make you feel pain again after this."

I didn’t say anything, not because I didn’t hear him, but because I didn’t have the strength to believe in more promises.

"After this ... you really won’t feel any more pain," he said, stroking my cheek and leaning down to kiss my lips again.

I closed my eyes as his mouth met mine. I could feel my body heating up again, even hotter than before, like I was burning from the inside out.

The spot on my neck where Theron had marked me was also heating up, but not in a bad way.

Strangely, it felt soothing and comforting. That warmth began to spread through my body, making me feel even more sensitive, more drawn to him.

Maybe I was imagining it, but it felt like I was melting into him, like our souls had somehow fused, like even our wolves could touch.

The kiss began to feel like a bridge connecting our souls.

My body writhed beneath him, my core twitching each time his fingers grazed one of my sensitive spots.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I wanted him. No, my entire body needed him.

And judging by the way Theron trembled above me, I knew he felt the same.

His manhood grew even harder, leaking more pre-cum, pressed against me with a need that matched mine.

"Evelyn ..." he whispered between our kisses. "Can I put it in now? I’ll be gentle."

I swallowed hard, then gave a small nod in response.

To be honest, I never really believed it when a man said, "I’ll be gentle."

But ... let’s see how true that promise turns out to be.

At the very least, he wouldn’t be as rough as his wolf, right?

Theron then positioned himself between my legs again. I could feel the tip of his manhood once again pressing at my entrance.

I held my breath as he slowly pushed himself into me.

My hands clenched the sheets beneath me, fingers trembling as I desperately searched for something to hold on to.

In the end, I grabbed onto his arm.

My nails dug into his skin, leaving behind red marks—maybe even small cuts—but I knew it was nothing he couldn’t handle.

"Does it hurt that much?" Theron asked softly.

I let out a sharp breath, gritting my teeth as I fought the overwhelming urge to scream, ""Why don’t you try putting something this big into your back door and see how it feels?!"

Of course, I didn’t say that out loud. But god, I wanted to.

Instead, I bit down on my lower lip so hard, I was surprised it didn’t bleed. "Just ... don’t move yet," I breathed out. "Give me a second."

Theron nodded, brushing a few strands of damp hair away from my forehead. "Take your time," he whispered. "I can wait."

The way he spoke sounded like him again, not the wild, dominant wolf from earlier. That tiny detail made me feel just a little safer, even as my body still struggled to adjust to his size.

My thighs trembled, and the heat inside me hadn’t gone away, it had just mixed with the ache, making everything feel even more intense.

"You’re doing so well," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "We’ll go slow ... I promise."

I closed my eyes and nodded, trying to stop the trembling in my body.

Theron stayed still just like I’d asked, his hand resting on my waist as he gently stroked my side.

He didn’t push, he didn’t rush, he just waited patiently until I was ready, but I could feel the tension in his body.

His muscles were tight, his jaw clenched, and his chest rose and fell just a little too quickly.

He was doing everything he could to stay calm, but I knew he wasn’t.

The scent of my heat still surrounded the air, wrapping around us like a drug neither of us could escape.

And for Theron—an Alpha whose senses were far stronger than mine—it must’ve been unbearable.

"You smell so good ..." he whispered, closing his eyes as if trying to block it out. "It’s driving me crazy."

I looked up at him, seeing how tightly his jaw was clenched, how beads of sweat had formed at his temples.

He was trying, really trying to be gentle, but I could see his struggle through his eyes.

His wolf was right there beneath the surface, clawing at the edge of his control, begging to be set free again.

His pupils were blown wide, and the gold in his irises flickered like candlelight in the dark.

"Theron," I said softly, squeezing his arm to ground him, to bring him back to me. "I think I’m fine now. You can move."

He blinked, like he hadn’t expected me to say that.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "Once I start ... I don’t know how long I’ll last."

There was something about his honesty that made my chest ache in the sweetest way.

I nodded slowly, brushing my thumb over the back of his hand. "It’s alright. I want you. Just ... don’t let him take over because I want to feel you, only you."

Theron let out a deep breath like he was swallowing down every last instinct screaming inside him. "Alright," he said softly. "I’ll go slow."

And he did.

He moved gently, pushing deeper into me inch by inch, giving me time to feel every part of him.

His hands never stopped touching me. They explored my body like it was something sacred: my waist, my hips, the soft curves of my thighs, but the place he kept returning to ... was my breast.

His fingers brushed over my breasts again and again, cupping them, teasing me by drawing circles around my nipples with the pad of his thumb.

Each time he touched me there, I let out a soft moan, unable to hold it in.

"You’re so sensitive here," he murmured.