Mated to Two Bad Boy Alphas (Lia zane Blake) novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223 – His Equal

–LIA’S POV–

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“Now try to turn back,” Zane said, grabbing a shawl from the closet. He threw it onto me, so as soon as I’d turned back, I’d be completely covered with the shawl.

My heart warmed at the gesture.

This man’s consideration was beyond anything I’d ever seen.

He was truly the kindest person I knew.

I closed my eyes, doing the same thing I did to shift into a werewolf.

Thankfully, it worked this time too.

In a mere moment, I was on the ground on my hands and knees, a human, the shawl covering me completely.

Zane whistled, clapping his hands as I hugged the shawl around me and stood up.

He closed the space between us without wasting a single second.

His lips brushed mine, warm and careful, before he claimed my mouth with his. My eyes were still glowing faintly purple, but he didn’t pull away. He touched me like he wasn’t afraid of the

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power in me. Like he accepted it. Admired it.

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Zane backed me up until I hit the edge of the bed. His mouth left mine only to kiss down my jaw, the side of my neck—the spot where I carried his mark.

I let my hands run under his shirt.

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His muscles tensed beneath my fingers. I pressed my lips to his collarbone, making him exhale sharply.

“Lia,” he murmured.

“Yeah?”

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to stop pretending I’m in control.”

I looked up at him, heart racing. “Who said I want you to be?”

His eyes turned black.

He picked me up easily and laid me on the bed, crawling in beside me, keeping our bodies close but not rushing anything. His hand found mine, thumb brushing my knuckles.

I kissed him again, slower this time. Just the two of us, with the stars above and the moon shining down like it was blessing everything.

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“I love you,” I whispered.

Zane pulled me tighter. “I love you too.”

His fingers brushed my cheek, slow and gentle, like he was memorising me. His eyes searched mine.

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“Lia,” he whispered, voice barely above a breath. “Will you mark me?”

I stared at him. “You sure want me to?”

He smiled—a little shy, a little proud. “Of course I do. There’s nothing I want more. I’d thought I’d never have a mark because you were human. But now that you can, I don’t wanna spend another second without flaunting it on my neck.”

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A smile stretched across my lips. My hands tightened on his shoulders, and suddenly the whole world narrowed to just us—his warm skin, his eyes which were black with desire, and the steady beat of his heart under my palms. He leaned in, touching his forehead to mine.

“I marked you when I was afraid,” he murmured. “I didn’t even ask. But now I want this to be yours. Your choice.”

My throat tightened. “Zane…” I whispered, his name a mantra I wanted to repeat on my tongue as long as I lived.

He pulled back enough to tilt his head, baring the curve of his

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neck to me. There was no fear in it. No urgency. Just trust. Complete, unflinching trust.

“You don’t have to,” he said gently. “But I want to carry something of you. Just like you carry something of me.’

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I didn’t answer with words. I leaned in slowly, one hand sliding up his chest to the side of his neck. His skin was warm under my fingers. He closed his eyes, breath catching, and my heart ached with how much I loved him.

I pressed my lips there first—soft and lingering, letting myself feel the moment.

Then I opened my mouth, gliding my tongue across his skin just like he’d do to me.

Zane’s hold around me tightened, and he sucked in a sharp

breath.

His skin started to pulse under my lips, begging for my teeth to be dug in.

This was about devotion. About making him as fully mine as I was his.

Finally, I let my canines grow, before sinking them into his neck, guided by instinct but steady.

Zane growled, pulling me closer, his fingers clutching onto the

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shawl around me.

He let out a soft exhale then, his head dropping to my shoulder as I drew back slowly, the taste of him still on my lips. I licked

the blood clean, smiling at the mark I’d left on him. The mark he’d carry forever.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice low and raw.

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