Epilogue
Amir
The Weekend
I teleport back to the House of Zorah, my temporary home until, well, they kick us out—which will probably be sooner rather than later. Levi insists on building me a palace, as much as Anora and I protested. This pack takes a lot of pride in their architectural skills, and apparently refusing the palace would be a slap in the face to their reputation. I sigh. I’m really going to miss this little cabin.
It’s a home in every sense of the word. A real home. One I haven’t felt in years. I chuckle when I hear Tami’s voice nearby, handling her pack’s drama with grace. She’s an incredible Luna, and House of Zorah is lucky to have her.
Looking up at the sky, I smile softly, thinking about my mother, Fate. She hasn’t spoken to me since all of this started, but I don’t need her to. She still guides Hazel, nudging her in the right direction, and I know her focus is where it should be—on maintaining balance. She did her part. She got me here.
From where I’m standing, I can hear Tami in the next cabin. She’s handled worse than this, but I can’t help but listen in.
“Olivia, you have to understand something. Nia had her own struggles before she came into the pack. Seeing you, the girl who tormented her for years, as the mother of the future alpha of House of Zorah? That’s a lot for her to handle. Please tell me you’re not bullying her again,” Tami says calmly.
There’s silence for a long moment.
“She didn’t make it easy for me when I got here,” Olivia finally argues. “And she was a bitch to you, too!”
“And the difference between me and you,” Tami counters, her voice firm but steady, “is that I’m not holding a grudge about it.”
Olivia doesn’t say another word. I catch the shift in her scent—accountability. That moment when someone realizes they’ve got to own their part. House of Zorah isn’t perfect, not even close, but they keep working at it. They’re building something real and strong. In my eyes, they’re the blueprint every pack, pride, and clan should follow.
Anora suddenly teleports out of Tami’s cabin and appears in front of me, her smug grin already giving her away. “Eavesdropping?” she teases.
I shrug and steal a kiss. “Yeah. The dynamics of this pack are fascinating. It’ll balance itself out over time.”
She rolls her eyes and grabs my hand, tugging me back toward our cabin.
“I really hate that Levi’s kicking us out,” she says.
I laugh because I feel the exact same way. But we’re royalty now, and no matter how much I want to avoid that life, I know I can’t. Wintermoon needs a strong, official monarchy to keep it untouchable. With me and Anora on the throne, that message will be clear. The humans will stop fighting back. Something tells me that’s why my mother hasn’t spoken to me. She knows it’s time for me to step into the role.
Until then, I’ll savor what’s left of my freedom.
Anora squeals when I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She’s laughing, slapping at my back as I carry her inside the cabin. I flick the door shut behind us with a small pulse of magic, and before she has time to catch her breath, I push my speed to get us up the stairs. I toss her gently onto the bed, flipping her onto her back.
Her hair spills out across the pillows, and her body moves in a way that always leaves me amazed. I pause for just a second, taking her in. Anora is... breathtaking.
She gives me one of those grins—the ones that make me pay attention—and sits up, trying to scoot off the bed. I raise my hand, ready to snap my fingers to stop her in her tracks.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I say, flashing her a smile. She rolls her eyes at me, a playful defiance in her gaze.
“To freshen up. You like to get nasty, Amir, and I’d like to be fresh down there when you do it.” She snips, and I snap my fingers at her for her sauciness. Instantly, she gasps, her body arching slightly as a wave of pleasure surges through her.
Her eyes widen, and she clutches the bedsheets beneath her, moaning softly. The heat rises in her body, making her skin flush a delicate shade of pink. She scrunches on the bed, her muscles tensing and releasing in a rhythm that matches her quickening breath. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, and she falls back against the pillows, her chest heaving.
“Amir,” she pants, staring at me wide-eyed. It’s been a while since I’ve been able to be intense with her. The way I love making her unravel, I wish I could do it all the time. But the last time, she couldn’t walk properly for a week, so I decide small doses. Since the weekend is free to ourselves, she’s going to need to walk until work resumes on Monday.
“This is my time with you, my sweet Anora. Now, lay back, or I’ll make you come again.”
“Ah!” She yelps, and then she screams when I snap my fingers again, but it’s only so I can strip us naked. I grip her ankles, then I drop down to my knees, spreading her legs wide. “My dragon prefers you in your natural state, Anora. So behave and let me eat your pussy.”
“Oh, my god!” She cries out, her body already relaxed and pliant under my touch. I push her legs back, spreading them wide, revealing her most intimate place to my hungry gaze.
“Such a pretty pussy,” I murmur, my voice a low growl. I lean in, inhaling her scent deeply. My dragon tongue flicks out, longer and more flexible than any human tongue, and I trace a slow, deliberate line from her entrance to her clit. She shudders at the contact, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
I tease her, licking and nipping at her sensitive flesh, my tongue darting in and out, exploring every fold and crevice. I can feel her growing wetter, her body responding to my touch. I slide a finger inside her, curling it to hit that sweet spot, and she moans loudly, her hips bucking against my hand.
But I’m not done yet. I want to drive her wild, make her scream my name. I withdraw my finger, slick with her arousal, and trace a circle around her tight little hole, just above her pussy. She tenses for a moment, but I soothe her with my tongue, licking her clit in slow, steady strokes until she relaxes again.
I press a finger into her ass, gently at first, then deeper as she grows accustomed to the sensation. She moans, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and I can feel her pussy clenching, begging for more. I oblige, sliding two fingers into her pussy while my tongue works her clit and my finger teases her ass.
The sensation overwhelms her as she reaches her climax, her moans filling the room. I don’t stop, continuing to move my tongue and fingers expertly, prolonging her pleasure until she’s left breathless and trembling.
“Amir, please,” she begs, her voice hoarse. “I can’t?—”
“You can,” I insist, my voice firm. “You will. Come for me again, Anora.”
I redouble my efforts, my tongue and fingers moving in a relentless rhythm. She comes again, even harder this time, her body shaking with the force of it. But I’m still not done. I want one more.
I flip her over onto her stomach, then pull her onto her hands and knees. I spread her cheeks, revealing her tight little hole. I lean in, my dragon tongue flicking out, and I lick her ass, tasting her, teasing her. She moans, pushing back against me, begging for more.
I oblige, my tongue probing deeper, fucking her ass while my fingers find her clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles. She’s moaning loudly now, her body trembling with the effort of holding back her orgasm. But I won’t let her. I want it. I want all of her.
I slide my tail up between her legs, the tip finding her pussy and pushing inside. She gasps, her body tensing at the new sensation. My tail is thicker than my fingers, filling her more completely, and I can feel her stretching around me.
I use my tail to pleasure her as my tongue works her ass and my fingers tease her clit. She moves beneath me, moaning, her skin glistening with sweat and her breaths ragged. And then, finally, she reaches her climax again, crying out as her release washes over her.
I slow my movements, easing her down from her high, my tongue and fingers gentle now, soothing. She collapses onto the bed, her body limp, her breath coming in soft pants. I climb up beside her, pulling her into my arms, holding her close.
“That was...” she starts, her voice trailing off.
“Intense,” I finish for her, a satisfied smile on my face. “And we’re just getting started, my sweet Anora. I want to play a little more. You haven’t met my bear yet.” I roll on top of her, and her eyes widen again.
“Will you run from my bear, sweet Anora?” I ask, my voice a low growl in her ear. I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her scent deeply, a mix of sweat and arousal that drives me wild. She wraps her arms around me weakly, her body still trembling from the intense orgasms I’ve already given her. But I’m not done yet. I want more. I want all of her.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice hoarse but determined. “I’m yours, Amir. Always.”
A satisfied rumble echoes in my chest at her submission. I shift my hips, the head of my dick pressing against her slick entrance. She’s so wet, so ready for me. I slide in slowly, inch by inch, letting her feel every ridge and vein of my thick shaft. She moans, her eyes fluttering closed, her body arching to meet mine .
I start to move, a slow, steady rhythm, my hips rolling against hers. I’m not just fucking her; I’m making love to her, worshiping her body with mine. She feels so good, so tight and hot around me. I can feel every tremor of her body, every hitch of her breath.
I trail kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, my tongue flicking out to tease her nipples. She gasps, her fingers digging into my back, urging me on. I increase my pace, my dick sliding in and out of her, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room.
My dragon is close to the surface, my bear not far behind, both of them wanting to claim her, to mark her as ours. I can feel my eyes shifting, my teeth elongating, but I hold back, keeping them at bay. This is about her, about us, not about them.
I reach down between us, my fingers finding her clit. I rub it in tight, fast circles, matching the pace of my thrusts. She’s moaning loudly now, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel her getting close, her pussy clenching around me.
“Come for me, Anora,” I growl, my voice thick with desire. “Let me feel you come all over my dick.”
She does, her cries filling the room as she reaches her peak. Her climax triggers my own, and I come hard, my release overwhelming me as I fill her. I roar, a sound that’s both primal and raw, the intensity washing over me completely.
I collapse on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in hard pants. She wraps her arms around me, holding me close, her heart pounding against mine. I can feel her aftershocks, her body trembling beneath me, her pussy still clenching around my dick.
I roll us over, pulling her on top of me, my dick still buried inside her. She lays her head on my chest, her body limp, her breath coming in soft sighs. I stroke her back gently, my fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
She smiles, her eyes fluttering closed, her body relaxing against mine. I hold her close, feeling her heartbeat slow, her breath even out. She’s mine, completely and utterly mine. And I’m hers, forever and always.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating as one, I know that this is just the beginning. We have the whole weekend ahead of us, and I plan to make the most of every second. I plan to make her scream, make her come, make her mine, over and over again. And I know she’ll love every minute of it. Because she’s my sweet Anora, and I’m her Amir. I plan to spend the rest of my days making sure she understands how grateful I am for her love.
The end…