CHAPTER 218: CHAPTER 218 I WANT YOU

From the side, Maxwell watched silently, a shadow of sadness in his gaze. He could see that this particular gentleness—this unspoken intimacy—was something Addison gave only to Levi. And though he tried to stay composed, jealousy simmered beneath the surface.

As her mate, he longed for that softness too. His wolf whimpered in his mind, wounded and aching, but Maxwell said nothing. He simply stood there in silence, swallowing the ache in his chest.

Levi gently pressed a kiss to Addison’s forehead, then to her cheeks, and finally to her now-swollen lips. He lingered there, savoring the softness and taste, feeling their connection deepen with every breath. Addison could feel the tenderness in his touch, careful and reverent, as if she were a delicate porcelain doll he was afraid to break.

He moved with endearing clumsiness, each gesture filled with awe, like she was someone sacred to him. His heart pounded wildly, so loud he wondered if she could hear it, and perhaps she could, because her own heartbeat had started to race too. Her face flushed a deep red, and to her surprise, she felt nervous.

After everything she’d done with Zion earlier, even in front of her other mates, she thought embarrassment wouldn’t find her again. But now, with Levi touching her like she was something rare and precious, she felt like a maiden being touched for the very first time... and the feeling overwhelmed her.

Addison had always known Levi was a good man—steadfast, kind, and dependable. She knew he would make a wonderful mate one day. But even now, it still felt surreal that he had become her mate. What touched her most was how gently he treated her, even though he knew about her past.

He never judged her. Not once did he see her as "used goods" or show even the slightest disdain for the choices she’d made as choosing to be with someone else before her fated mate ever came into her life. And now, with every reverent touch, with the way he held her and made her feel cherished, Addison felt so... precious.

That realization stirred a wave of emotion within her. Shyness crept in, along with a pang of unworthiness. How could someone like Levi, someone so good, treat her like this, as if she was sacred?

Levi, who had been slowly kissing her, sensed the shift in her mood through their connection. Gently, he kissed the corner of her eyes, his voice soft but steady.

"Hey... don’t overthink things like you used to," he murmured. "If you’re hurting, or if something’s bothering you, tell me. I’ll always listen. Don’t try to carry everything on your own, okay?"

He paused, brushing his thumb along her cheek. "I used to be your Gamma, your confidante and friend. But now, we’re even closer. We’re mates. We’re supposed to rely on each other, to carry things together. You’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and I always will be. Hm?"

Levi couldn’t be sure exactly what she was thinking, but he had a feeling, maybe she was lost in her past again, weighed down by things she couldn’t change. He knew Addison’s heart too well. She cared so deeply about everything, and when things felt unjust, she was always the first to hurt for it. That was just the kind of person she was, and Levi loved her all the more for it.

When Addison heard his words, her lips trembled as she struggled to hold back her tears. ’Oh, how good the Moon Goddess was, and how mischievous too,’ she thought. ’She may have thrown Zion back into her life to be a constant pain in the ass, but she also gave her Levi, to soothe her weary heart and support her when she needed it most.’

In that moment, Addison truly believed that everything must happen for a reason.

Levi’s soothing voice washed over her, melting away the worries clinging to her mind, just like he used to do. Acting on impulse, Addison hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Levi blinked, momentarily stunned, a blush rising to his cheeks before desire ignited in his eyes and overtook him.

His lips crashed onto hers, urgent and hungry, yet still laced with tenderness.

Before Levi could deepen the kiss, Addison’s tongue was already teasing at the seam of his lips, seeking entrance. A shiver ran down his spine as he met her halfway, their tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. He savored the sweet taste of her, warm, soft, and intoxicating.

His hands slid gently down her neck, pausing at the spot where his mark would one day be. He lingered there, fingers caressing it softly. He wasn’t in a hurry to claim her, not yet.

Even though they were fated, he wanted more than instinct. He wanted her heart, her choice. He needed her to want this just as much as he did, to feel the bond fully, freely. Because once they marked each other, there would be no turning back.

So he waited.

He gave her the time and space to decide, even if every part of him ached to make her his. Levi knew all too well the damage her past had left behind, the trauma, the mistrust, and the pain. And for that, he could only curse his Alpha for casting such a deep shadow in Addison’s heart.

After caressing her neck with gentle fingers, Levi trailed his hand downward, not wanting Addison to worry about his feelings or feel guilty on his behalf. His touch moved to her left breast, cupping it softly in his palm. The warmth and softness beneath his hand made his breath hitch, desire stirring fiercely within him.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and Addison trembled, her body responding with ticklish sensitivity. A silver thread clung between their parted lips as he pulled away from their kiss, only to lower himself slowly, his gaze never leaving hers.

Then, his lips wrapped around her breast, tongue swirling around the aching peak, suckling gently yet possessively. Addison gasped, her breath catching as her arousal deepened, wetness pooling between her thighs as the heat in the room thickened around them.

Levi’s mouth played with her nipple, teasing and savoring it while his other hand anchored her in place. Addison squirmed beneath him, the ache in her core growing unbearable.

’Oh, how badly she wanted him inside her.’

She looked down at Levi, whose only goal seemed to be her pleasure, taking his time to worship her body. But when he still didn’t move to take the next step, she bit her lip, the haze of earlier lust was now gone, so, she could now feel shy to ask but the unbearable need clawing at her insides was too much for her to ignore.

With a hoarse, trembling voice, she finally whispered, cheeks flushing red, "L-Levi... I want you inside me..."

She gave him everything with those words, her trust, her desire, her heart laid bare.

Levi met her gaze, a flicker of amusement dancing in his eyes. His smile deepened, crinkling the corners of his eyes as if he’d been waiting for her to say those words all along. Slowly, he lifted himself, and a thin, silver strand of his saliva stretched from her skin to the corner of his lips, making Addison’s stomach flutter and heat pool low in her belly. ’Gods, how could something so subtle feel so intoxicatingly good?’

"Good girl..." he murmured, his voice low and magnetic, rough with desire. The mischievous grin that followed made her heart skip.

And that was when it hit her, she had fallen into his little trap.

He had been waiting for her to take the first step, to say it out loud, to make sure she truly wanted this too. That she desired him not out of vulnerability, but of her own will. Levi hadn’t been teasing her aimlessly; he was guiding her, gently pushing until she voiced her need. It wasn’t just seduction, it was his consideration. He wanted her to be sure.

And now that she had said it, there was no holding him back.

And so, Levi gently lifted Addison’s left leg and rested it on his shoulder, his hands steady as he adjusted their position. His gaze never left her face, watchful, reverent, as his eyes darkened, the presence of his wolf surfacing just beneath his skin. The softness that usually colored his features was now tinged with a raw, untamed hunger, making him look impossibly wild and devastatingly sexy.

As Levi positioned himself at her entrance, he slowly dragged the tip of his hard cock along her wet folds, teasing her as his breathing grew heavier. He’d witnessed how Zion had claimed her earlier, he had observed enough to understand what to do, and being a fast learner, he adapted instinctively. Still, his every movement was deliberate, as if savoring the connection building between them.

When he finally pushed his hips forward, Addison felt herself being stretched inch by inch, every ridge and vein of him imprinting itself inside her. She gasped sharply, her breath hitching as a tremor ran through her body. The slow, controlled pace made her feel every bit of him, deep, intimate, overwhelming.