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Her voice carries me away, and I can almost imagine the constellations taking shape above us, forming intricate patterns against the deep, velvet backdrop of the night.
Anya’s expression becomes more animated as she recalls what appears to be a very cherished memory. “My favorite part was when my grandmother told me that each star held the soul of someone we loved who had passed away. She said that whenever we looked up at the night sky, we were gazing upon the souls of our ancestors, watching over us, guiding us through life.”
She squeezes my hand tighter, looking down at me, blanching a little when she sees my eyes open.
“Lucas… are you… have you come back to us?”
My eyes blink open, adjusting to the dim light of the cavern. Anya’s face hovers above me, her eyes wide with a mixture of astonishment and relief. I can feel her warm hand still tightly gripping mine, grounding me in the reality of our shared moment.
“Anya,” I croak, my voice hoarse from my prolonged trance. “I…”
A wave of emotions washes over me, and I struggle to sit up, the stiffness in my limbs reminding me of the ordeal I’ve just endured. Anya helps me into a sitting position, her eyes never leaving mine.
“What do you need?” she begs me. “Tell me. I will get you anything.”
“L… love…” That seems to be the only word I can croak out. I don’t know what I mean by this but Anya takes it literally.
“Love?” She cocks her head to one side. “Well, obviously I love you, Lucas.”
Love? She loves me? I want to check that this is all real and not just a crazy dream, but I can’t seem to find the words. Anya’s words hang in the air, charged with sincerity and vulnerability. Her declaration takes me by surprise, and I’m momentarily rendered speechless. But there’s a warmth in her eyes, a depth of emotion that I can’t ignore.
Before I can even try to move, she leans down, her lips gently pressing against mine. It’s a tender, heart felt kiss that carries the weight of all the emotions we’ve shared throughout our time together. Her lips are soft, her touch gentle, and I can feel the depth of her love in every fleeting moment.
I respond to her kiss with a mixture of longing and gratitude. It’s a kiss that speaks of unspoken feelings, a kiss that seals a promise between us. As our lips part, I can see the love and affection in Anya’s eyes, and I realize that I feel the same way.
The feeling of Anya’s kiss lingers on my lips, a lifeline pulling me further out of the depths of my trance. It’s as though her love and affection are a beacon, guiding me back to reality, back to the people who care about me.
As my awareness gradually returns, I become more attuned to my surroundings. The soft flickering of the fire, the hushed murmurs of our pack members as they rest nearby, and the reassuring touch of Anya’s hand in mine—they all ground me in the present moment. How long have I wanted this moment? How long have I wanted to be with Anya? To feel her flesh beneath mine? The need to take control of the situation almost overwhelms me, until Anya presses a gentle hand to my chest, keeping me right where I am.
“Don’t you move a muscle. I will take care of everything.”
I watch in awe as she climbs on the makeshift bed with me, straddling me with a naughtiness twinkling in her eyes. I’ve imagined this scene a million and one times, but having it happen in reality is something else. If it weren’t for my heart thundering against my rib cage, I might think that I’m still in the trance, drowning in an ocean of emotions.
Anya bites down playfully on her bottom lip as she fiddles with my zipper, already rubbing her fingers against my rock hard cock. I grip onto the sides of the bed so hard my knuckles turn white because I honestly don’t know how I’m going to control myself. Anya is the sexiest most beautiful woman that I have ever seen in my life, and I just can’t get enough of her.
Finally, my zipper bursts free and she tugs me from my pants, gasping with delight as she holds on to me. I can see in her eyes that she’s been fantasizing about me too, which only intensifies everything that’s already bubbling up inside me…
She teases me. I can see her getting off on the idea of driving me insane. Hot streams of air tickle my rock hard cock, sending shudders racing down my spine. Fuck, I’m already creeping up the edge of the mountain, unable to contain myself, and she’s barely even started yet.
“Oh God,” I groan as she places a delicate kiss on my tip. It’s only a sweet, chaste kiss, but the effect it has on me is so dirty. I’m a mess, even more so when the kisses start traveling up and down my shaft, with her tongue ever so often making an appearance, darting out to drag broad strokes along me. She’s making more sounds fly out of me than I can wrap my head around.
Oh shit! I arch my back as she finally parts her lips and wraps the warm heat of her mouth around me, taking me deep inside her. The feel of her mouth sliding up and down my thick, throbbing erection is electrifying. I have never felt a fizzing like this burning all the way through my body. It’s never been like this before, ever.
Then she starts to swirl her tongue all around me as she bobs her head up and down, taking all of me in. I barely even recognize the gasps and moans flying out of me, and to be honest, I can hardly hear them. My heart is pounding so loudly I fear it might shatter my ear drums. Not that I care, because it feels freaking incredible…
Fuck… yep, I really can’t hold myself back. Not with Anya tasting me. I can feel the pressure of pleasure building very quickly, and it isn’t long before I erupt like a freaking volcano, shooting my seed down Anya’s throat, and crying out in ecstasy as I do…
Now that is what I needed to finally bring me fully out of my trance…
A strange coughing sound instantly brings me and Anya crashing back down to earth with a thump. For a moment, I forgot we weren’t alone in this cave. Shit, what now?
As Anya and I break apart, I become aware of the presence of our pack mates—Roarke, Wyatt, and Owen—watching us. It’s as if time has frozen, and an uneasy silence hangs in the air. I can feel the heat rising to my cheeks, knowing that the situation is about to get super awkward. But I’m grateful that I’m completely out of the trance now, my mind clear and my emotions no longer in turmoil.
Roarke, ever the leader and protector of our pack, raises an eyebrow as he exchanges a meaningful glance with Wyatt and Owen. It’s a look that seems to convey both surprise and concern, and I can’t help but feel a pang of anxiety about how they might perceive the situation.
Anya, always graceful under pressure, offers a reassuring smile and gently disentangles herself from our embrace. “I’m sorry,” she says, addressing our pack mates with a tone of genuine apology. “We didn’t mean to be so loud…”
I sit up slowly, trying to regain my composure, and offer a sheepish smile of my own. “Yeah, we didn’t expect to find an audience,” I add, trying to lighten the mood.
