Chapter 38
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Amir
I gently lower Anora onto the bed, her dark brown eyes locked onto mine. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, not after last night, but the primal need to claim her again is overwhelming. She’s mine, and I can’t resist her pull.
I climb on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand. Her breath hitches as I lean in, capturing her mouth with mine. Our tongues tangle, the kiss deep and hungry. She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, wanting more. I break the kiss, leaving her gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed.
My free hand roams her body, finding her breast. I tease her nipple through the thin fabric of her nightgown, feeling it harden under my touch. I need more. I push the fabric aside, exposing her to me. Her back arches as I take her into my mouth, sucking and biting, drawing out a cry from deep within her. I move to the other breast, giving it the same attention, pinching and rolling the first between my fingers. She’s writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes wild with desire.
I release her wrists, trailing kisses down her body as I move lower. I can smell her arousal, and it’s intoxicating. I push her legs apart, settling between them. I extend my tongue, letting it shift into the long, forked tongue of my dragon form. She trembles beneath me.
I start at her clit, circling it slowly with the tip of my tongue. Her hips buck against me, seeking more. I wrap my tail around her leg, the lion’s tuft at the end brushing softly against her skin. I slide my tongue inside her, curling it upwards, stroking her inner walls. She’s so wet, so ready. I can feel her tightening around me as I fuck her with my tongue, my tail moving up to tease her clit.
Her first orgasm hits hard. Her back arches off the bed, her mouth open in a silent scream. I don’t stop. I keep licking, keep stroking, wringing out every last bit of pleasure. I move lower, my tongue circling her tight little hole. She gasps, her body tensing for a moment before melting into the sensation. I lick and probe, my tail moving back to her clit, teasing her towards another peak.
She comes again, even harder this time. Her body convulses, her scream echoing through the room. I gentle my touch, bringing her down slowly, her body trembling with aftershocks. I look up at her, her eyes glazed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s never looked more beautiful. And she’s all mine.
I climb on top of Anora, her body still flushed from her last orgasm. I position myself at her entrance, the head of my dick pushing against her wetness. I slide in slowly, inch by inch, letting her adjust to my size. She’s so tight, so warm. I can feel her stretching around me, her body accommodating mine .
I start to move, slow and deep, my hips rolling against hers. I push her thighs back, sitting up to get a better view. Watching my dick slide in and out of her is mesmerizing. It’s carnal, raw, and it ignites something primal within me. Her face is a picture of pleasure, her mouth slightly open, her eyes half-closed. Each stroke draws out a soft moan from her, her breasts bouncing gently with the rhythm.
I feel dominant, powerful. My beasts roar inside me, urging me to take, to claim. I can’t hold back any longer. My strokes speed up, becoming harder, rougher. I look down at Anora, my eyes feral, my control slipping. Her body responds, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust. I can feel her getting close, her inner walls clenching around me.
“Don’t come yet,” I command, my voice a low growl. Her eyes fly open, meeting mine. She’s trying to hold back, her body tense with the effort. But it’s too much. I can feel her orgasm starting, her body convulsing around me.
I pull out of her, leaving her gasping. “I told you not to come,” I say, my voice harsh. Her eyes widen, her hand reaching up to grab me, to pull me back inside her. I slap it away, ignoring her pleading eyes.
I flip her over onto her stomach, my hand coming down hard on her ass cheek. She yelps, more from surprise than pain. I pull her onto her hands and knees, my hand prints red on her skin. “Didn’t I tell you not to come yet?” I growl, leaning down to bite her ass cheek, marking her.
She cries out, her body trembling. I can smell her arousal, even stronger now, mixed with the scent of her frustration. She’s mine to command, mine to control. And I’m not done with her yet.
“Amir,” she breathes out, her voice a mix of pleading and desire. I grin, ready to give her more than she can handle. But she’ll take it. Because she’s mine .
I dive back in, my tongue shifting again as I spread her cheeks. I bury my face in her ass, my long dragon tongue circling her tight hole. She squirms, her legs quivering, but my lion’s tail wraps around her waist, locking her in place. I lick and probe, my tongue moving down to her pussy, fucking her with it, tasting her sweet juices. She’s thrashing now, her moans filling the air, her body coated in sweat.
“You taste so fucking good, Anora,” I growl, my face buried in her. “I could eat you all day.” I suck on her clit, my tongue vibrating against her sensitive nub. Her orgasm bursts out of her, her scream echoing through the room. Her body convulses, her legs giving out, but my tail keeps her upright, keeps her positioned for me.
I grip her damp hair, pulling her up and burying my face in her neck. I inhale deeply, her unique scent of tropical fruits filling my nostrils, mixing with my own sandalwood and musk. I hold up my fingers, putting them together. Her eyes widen, a mix of fear and intrigue flickering in them.
“Do you remember this, my sweet Anora?” I murmur, my voice low and dangerous. “How I can make you climax with just the snap of my fingers? Let’s do it again.”
“Amir...” she whimpers, her body tense. I snap my fingers, releasing my magic. Her orgasm hits her like a freight train, her entire body shaking, her scream music to my ears.
I slam my dick into her from behind, stroking her with brute force. The room is filled with the sounds of our fucking, the slapping of skin on skin, the wet sounds of my dick sliding in and out of her. She’s clawing at the sheets, her body overwhelmed, not knowing what to do with itself.
I can’t control myself, my hips moving with a force I can’t contain. It’s raw, untamed, and I fucking love it. Her pussy feels incredible, gripping my dick like a vice. I can feel every inch of her, every ripple of her inner walls. It doesn’t take long. With one final stroke, I slam into her, my dick pulsing as I come, filling her with my seed.
I roar out my release, my body shaking, my beasts roaring inside me. I collapse on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, the scent of sex heavy in the air. She’s mine, completely and utterly mine. And I’ll never get enough of her.
I’m quick to roll off her, pulling her into my arms and repositioning us on the bed so that she’s resting comfortably against a pillow. She startes at me blankly for a moment, her mind still in shock from what’s just happened. I laugh when her eyes go cross-eyed.
“Anora, was I too rough with you?” I ask, gently stroking her sweaty cheek.
“Wha—what?” she questions, clearly delirious. I laugh again, holding her close.
“I don’t think I can handle a man like you,” she murmurs against my chest, her voice soft and drowsy. I laugh under my breath. She can most definitely handle me. She already proved that moments ago. My hand moves slowly up and down her back, soothing her as she drifts off to sleep. Her breathing evens out, soft snores escaping her lips, and I allow myself to relax for a moment.
My thoughts wander as I hold her. Maybe staying in Wintermoon isn’t such a bad idea after all. I’ve avoided it for so long, but... maybe this place could be home. If I stay, though, I won’t take up the role of king again. I can’t. The weight of that crown, the sacrifices required—it’s too much, and I’ve given too much already. I just want to be here with Anora, nothing more.
Wintermoon doesn’t need me to lead them. That’s been made clear. They built this land without me, and they’ve kept it thriving without me. Kade, Leah, Damon, the House of Zorah—they all worked together to make this land a paradise, and I’m incredibly proud of them. They’ve proven they don’t need my hand guiding them anymore.
Tomorrow, I’ll talk to the House of Zorah. Maybe they’ll let me join as a pack member. I know Levi might have mixed feelings about the idea of me joining, considering I’m their creator. I understand—it’s a big step. But seeing them today reminded me of how much they’ve grown. They’re a family, strong and united, even if there are some differences between members. They’ve found a way to make it work, and that’s something truly special.
Hazel... She needs this too. I saw her today, the way she bonded with Jacob again. Their sibling dynamic is unlike anything else—no one will ever come between that bond. She’s angry with me, though. I get it. She’s set on protecting the baby shifters, no matter the cost—even if that means risking Anora’s life. I’ve given her every reason to doubt me. Yesterday, I proved how unfit I am to carry the key. Anora is my weakness, and if it came down to her or the key, I wouldn’t hesitate. I’d give it up for her every time.
I’ll have to work things out with Hazel. I’ll somehow find a way to earn her trust again. But right now, none of that really matters. The world melts away when she’s in my arms.
Anora stirs against my chest, soft movements at first. Then it changes. The shift in her scent hits me immediately—it curdles into fear, dread, pain, desperation. My body goes rigid.
“Amir, no! Stop!” she yells, her voice shaking and frantic. My heart sinks like a stone. I sit up and carefully roll her onto her back, gripping her shoulders as I try to wake her.
“Anora. Baby, wake up.” My voice is low but urgent, panic creeping into my chest as I gently shake her. Her body stays still, her face twisted with horror, and the words that leave her lips next make my stomach churn.
“Amir! You’re killing them. Stop!” Her scream tears through the stillness, clawing at my insides.
Damn it. No, no, please.
She’s time traveling again.
My throat tightens as I dread what I already know. She’s there—she’s in that moment, the one I’d give anything to erase. And when she wakes up, she’ll know. She’ll see the truth about what I’ve done. She’ll never look at me the same again.
“Anora,” I plead softly, my hands trembling slightly as I shake her one more time. “Wake up.”