Chapter 139


    Macey POV


    “You’re right. It is inevitable. But that doesn’t mean it has to be unpleasant, right?” I ask before climbing


    between his legs. He watches me as I reach for the waistband of his pants, my fingers slipping beneath


    them.


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    My fingers tremble as I grip them and slide them down his legs, only for him to grab my shoulders and


    haul me up his body. He crushes me against his body, and he rolls on top of me, his body sliding


    between my legs and pressing against me as he purrs.


    His hands reach for the thin slip dress as he bunches it before removing it over my head. He tosses it


    aside, his lips going to my chest. My skin buzzed and came alive at his touch, tingles spreading


    everywhere as he captured my nipple in his mouth.


    His lips trailed down my ribs, nipping and grazing my flesh with his teeth. I swallowed, trying to ignore our


    bond that was telling me to give myself to him. Yet it was hard when, despite not wanting his hands


    pawing over me or his lips tasting me, the sensations were overwhelming, yet down there, he would be


    distracted.


    He nips at my hip, shoving my legs apart, and I feel beneath my pillow to the edge of the bed when his


    mouth is suddenly on me; I cry out at the pleasurable sensation as his tongue sweeps over me while my


    fingers search for a piece of the antler I broke off.


    The chain on my ankle seemed to annoy him when he shoved my leg higher and spread me wider for


    him, yet I needed to move closer to my side of the bed, knowing the antler was at the very edge of the


    bedhead.


    Yet my hand fists the sheet when he sucks my clit, an involuntary moan escapes my lips, and I hated that


    he could y my body like a damn instrument thanks to the bond we shared.


    “You seem distracted,” Carter murmurs against my lower lips, and my hand freezes in its search. I nce


    down at him to find him watching me, and his eyes flicker to that of his wolf side. It was eerie staring into


    them and seeing my face reflected back at me.


    “No, I am just worried about Taylor,” I tell him, which wasn’t a lie. I was petrified for her. I didn’t want


    Nixon anywhere near her,  if I didn’t tell him the truth with him feeling out the bond, he would know I was


    up to something. Carter sits up on his elbows. He kisses my knee before he looks at me, his eyes


    scrutinizing my face.


    “You will be reunited with your daughter soon enough, but for now, weplete the bond, Macey,” he


    says, dipping his head and running his tongue along my thigh. He grips my hips, his hands going


    beneath my ass so he can lift me to his mouth. His hot mouth covers me, and I squirm, wiggling closer to


    the side needed.


    While he is distracted, I slowly move my arm above my head again, cing my other hand on his head


    and fisting his hair while my fingertips search the edge of the bed. Carter growls against my clit, the


    vibration sending shock waves through me when I brush the edge of the antler.


    I gently pull it out, knowing it isn’t 100 percent straight, and if it bangs on the wood, he would be alerted; I


    leave it beneath my pillow for easy reaching before tugging on his hair and moving my hips; he growls at


    me, trying to hold me still when I jerk his head back by his hair; he lifts his head and crawls up my body,


    settling his weight between my legs, and I wrap my arms around his neck, hugging him closer to kiss


    him.


    My tongue delves between his lips, and he kisses me back hungrily when I feel his erection pressing


    against me. I wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips against him, and arousal floods me, which


    helps me keep up with my n yet also clouds my mind as my body decides it wants to overtake all


    rational thought.


    Carter groans against my lips, his tongue tangling with mine as he tastes every inch of my mouth, and


    tears spring in my eyes at what I was about to do. He was my mate, and if he hadn''t done what he had,


    no doubt I could have loved him. But I also loved Tatum, and that love was pure, not tainted by death and


    anguish.


    Carter was willing to love me despite me not being able to give him kids, despite me being rogue, so it


    saddened me that the one person who actually wanted me was toxic. I couldn’t have him. Yet, despite


    hating the man, I wanted him, just like I wanted Tatum, yet the bond made the feeling stronger. Some


    rational part of me knew the bond made me feel that way.


    And now I was about to kill the one person whose soul should be linked to mine, my twin me, and I


    was about to extinguish the fire and rece it with his blood and death, including my own. Carter rocks


    his hips against me, his hand going between our bodies as he positions himself at my entrance. His lips


    travel down to my mark on my right side. He sucks on it, nipping at my flesh, and I run my fingers


    through his hair.


    My throat suddenly developed a lump as I choked back emotion, and I kissed his cheek before he thrust


    himself inside me. He groans, and I roll my hips against him while he buries his face in my neck and


    breathes against my skin. My hand leaves his side to beneath the pillow beside me. I couldn’t get his


    heart from this angle, yet still, I wrapped my hand around the piece of antler.


    His tongue traces over my mark, and I would miss that feeling that only made tears stream down my face


    as he moved slowly, rocking his hips against me when I gripped his hair. I locked my legs around his


    waist, and his hand gripped my thigh. A sob tore from my lips as I plunged the antler into his neck. He


    stills and gasps, startled, and I could feel the pain through the bond, the betrayal he felt while I choke on


    a sob at what I just did. 1


    I grip him harder when he tries to push off the mattress, and I jerk it out only to plunge it back in, blood


    spurted across my face and gushed out of him, and his hand tried to pry my hand free, holding the antler


    in my fist.


    “Macey,” he chokes, and I break at the sound of my name leaving his lips. I twist it, causing more blood


    to pour out. I felt it go through his windpipe, and heard him gurgle.


    “I could have loved you, and I would have loved you,” I cried as I clutched him.


    “But you hurt my sister,” I breathed. Carter gurgled, trying to lift up, but my legs were locked around his


    waist, my feet locked behind my ankles as I held onto him as he struggled to breathe.


    “Fuck your mate bond. No, mate bond is stronger than the bond I have with my sisters,” I tell him as he


    chokes on his own blood. It spews out of his mouth and coats my shoulder, face, and neck with its


    warmth. Hisst breath beside my ear will always


    haunt me, same as the pain that sliced through my chest as sharp as a razor edge; it cut right through


    my heart and made my soul bleed as a coldness settled over me, so cold, it felt like death, and I knew it


    was his and mine.


    I felt the part of me that was connected to him die along with him. The bond tether and agony tore


    through me, and I hupped a sob. Kalen said killing your own mate would have consequences, and it


    felt like I was rotting from the inside out as I felt blood trickle from my nose instantly.


    I sniffled, feeling his dead weight crushing me as his body went limp, and it took every ounce of strength


    I had left to crawl out from under him.


    I was drenched in his blood, and I looked at his body face down on the bed before my shaky hands


    tucked the nket up, as if I could pretend I was tucking him in instead of being unable to look at what I


    did. Yet as I did, my legs went from under me, and I fell heavily beside the bed. I killed him. I killed my


    mate and knowing that only killed me even more.