CHAPTER 275: A TIME TO ANGELA

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A gasp escaped his mouth as his hand went into her hair, stroking it gently from time to time as she sucked the hell out of him. He felt so good with what her mouth was doing to him and wished she wouldn’t stop.

"Fuck..." he muttered when she took him all the way down her throat. Taros knew he was going to explode in her mouth if she didn’t stop. He tried to pull her away, but she refused to give him a chance. It was obvious that was what she wanted, so he let her drive him to the edge.

When she continued, he could no longer control himself and it came rushing. He expected her to take her mouth off him, but she didn’t. She swallowed most of his cum, letting the rest drip down her chin.

"Come here..." he said, his voice low and rough. He held her by the neck and pulled her closer, sitting up on the bed as his lips found hers. She melted into him, opening up and letting him take full control of the kiss. It was deep, hungry, and filled with everything they couldn’t say out loud.

When he finally pulled back, his breath brushed against her lips. "Let me make you happy too," he whispered.

Before she could answer, his hands slipped around her waist and guided her down onto the bed, his body covering hers in a slow, possessive move.

"I missed you so much," Taros muttered, his voice heavy with longing. His blue eyes were half closed as his lips trailed to her neck. He kissed her there softly, then nipped at her skin just enough to make her gasp. A quiet moan escaped her as she arched beneath him, and he caught her left hand, holding it gently above her head as his touch deepened the moment between them.

A soft smile touched her lips, but it quickly faded when his fingers entered her. Her breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered open, meeting his. He stilled for a moment, watching the way her expression shifted—how her confidence melted into pure, unguarded emotion.

"Don’t stop, please..." she cried, kissing his lips. He chuckled, kissing her back as his fingers began to work down there. Angela knew that if he continued at that pace, she would have no choice but to hit the edge. "Keep going, baby."

Of course, he kept going until he hit that spot that made her cry out. Taros didn’t waste time to position himself inside of her. She spread her legs wider for him to get easy access.

Angela felt different emotions building inside her. His thick cock hit her walls, stretching her again and again. She couldn’t stop herself from screaming. It was too good to deny herself such sweetness.

"I am about to cum again, Taros," she whispered, tears forming in her eyes as if she didn’t want to. The sweetness of it was speeding things up.

"Go ahead, baby... don’t stop," he urged as he pounded her. Her head tilted to the side as his words caused her to groan in pleasure. She came faster than she expected. The scream died in her throat as he continued to fuck her.

The swelling of his knot was coming, and when it did, she could not help but stare at his face and watch his expression as he released inside her. She felt the wetness and how his pace became slower and slower.

Angela hugged him, letting their bodies press against each other. His breath was heavy, hitting her neck like warm air. She stroked his hair as he still stayed inside her.

"I love you so much, Angela," Taros whispered.

"I love you too," she said softly, kissing his forehead and closing her eyes, feeling safe in his arms.

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"What if I can’t control the fire?" Kaito asked as he stared at the flames dancing wildly before him. The firewood cracked under the heat, and a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.

"You can. Your powers keep conflicting because you’re scared," Marcus said calmly. He raised his hand, and a stream of water formed above, pouring down and putting out the fire in seconds.

"Are you sure he’s scared?" Hiro asked, swinging his legs lazily as he sat on the garden table. He had come outside because it was too dull inside, and watching them practice had turned out to be more entertaining than he expected.

Marcus seemed different when he taught. His voice was patient, his tone steady. He explained things in a way that made sense, unlike most of their tutors. Maybe the only time he turned grumpy was when it had to do with his daughter.

"Yes. I’m sure," Marcus said, stepping back to watch Kaito, who was frowning at his hands, trying to figure out what went wrong.

"I don’t think I’m scared of anything," Kaito finally said, facing them with his hands on his waist. "What could possibly make me scared?"

"Exactly," Hiro said with a grin. "You’re not just anyone. You’re Kaito, alpha of the west pack."

Marcus rolled his eyes and walked to the table. He took a bottle of water, drank, and sighed. "Do you think power makes you fearless? Everyone has fear. Even the strongest."

Hiro tilted his head, smirking. "Including you?"

Marcus paused, his gaze distant for a moment. Then he looked at them both, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he was fighting off a memory. "Especially me," he said quietly.

"Including you?" Hiro asked, his brows lifting.

"Yes, I do. My daughter is my fear. What happened to her mother still haunts me. I couldn’t protect the woman I loved, and I don’t want the same thing to happen to my daughter," Marcus said, his voice low and heavy with emotion. The air around them turned still. Both boys stared at him, unable to believe what they just heard. But before they could speak, Marcus added, "I’m not saying this to entertain you. I just want you to understand that everyone has a fear."

Kaito let out a slow sigh and nodded. "You don’t have to worry about Angela. We’ve learnt our lessons. We won’t let any harm come to her."

"We’ll do everything to make sure she’s safe," Hiro added firmly.

Marcus studied them for a moment, then said, "You better mean that. And Kaito, if you really want to take full control of your powers, you need to talk to someone about your past. Whatever happened that made you afraid to use your powers, you need to face it. Did you hurt someone with it?"

Hiro turned to look at his brother, waiting for an answer. But Kaito didn’t say a word. His eyes widened slightly, as if Marcus’s question had struck a nerve. Hiro frowned, confused. What was Kaito hiding?

Then Marcus suddenly frowned and pointed at the house. "What the hell is your white-haired brother doing to my daughter?"

"I... he went to talk to her," Kaito stammered. But even as he spoke, he could hear Angela’s cries from upstairs—pleasure, not pain—and he knew exactly what was happening. "I’ll go check," he muttered quickly.

"You better tell him to come downstairs!" Marcus roared, anger rising in his voice.

"I will. Calm down," Kaito said as he hurried toward the house.

"Don’t forget Taros is Angela’s mate," Hiro reminded him.

"That’s the only reason he’s still alive," Marcus snapped. He clenched his jaw and forced himself to stay seated. As much as he wanted to storm upstairs, he knew he had to control himself. His daughter was eighteen now, and she had four mates. It was her choice—whether he liked it or not.