Ava:
The night did not end when he vanished. It stretched on, breathless, heavy, trembling with the echo of what had almost consumed us. I stood there long after the forest swallowed him, my pulse still tangled with his, the taste of his name still warm on my lips.
The Blood Moon hung above like a wound that refused to close, bleeding red light through the fog. Every shadow breathed his presence. Every gust of wind carried the ghost of his touch.
When I finally moved, my knees felt unsteady, my heart still wild. The Veil pulsed in the distance, alive, watching. I knew he was somewhere inside that darkness, fighting the very thing he feared he would become. And though I should have run, should have locked the door and buried the memory, I couldn't.
The bond between us had changed; it beat under my skin now, a rhythm that did not belong to me.
By the time I reached the cliffs, the fog had thickened again, curling like living mist over the sea. And that was when I saw him, half shadow, half flame, the moonlight turning his eyes to molten gold.
The fog rolled in like a living thing, tendrils of mist curling across the jagged cliffs as if the Veil itself were reaching out to claim us.
Its darkness was palpable, a suffocating embrace that wrapped around Casimir and me, threatening to pull us into its depths.
The air was heavy, charged with an energy that made my skin prickle and my heart pound in my chest. Beside me, Casimir trembled, his golden eyes blazing with a feral hunger that sent a shiver down my spine.
The wolf within him was clawing at the surface, his breath coming in ragged
gasps as the ground beneath his feet cracked and splintered. I could feel the
tension radiating off him, a raw, primal force that seemed to pulse through the
very air between us.
But I didn't flinch. I couldn't. Not when I saw the torment in his eyes, the battle he was waging against the darkness that threatened to consume him.
My voice cut through the chaos, steady and warm, a lifeline in the storm.
"You are not the darkness," I said, my words anchoring him, a beacon of light in the suffocating gloom.
I stepped closer, my hair catching the faint moonlight that pierced the fog, my eyes locking onto his. My pulse quickened, syncing with his, our bond humming between us like a live wire.
The air shimmered, the Veil glowing faintly in response, as if it too recognized the connection that bound us, a connection marked by the silver sigils on our skin, matching, burning.
Casimir's control shattered. One moment he was trembling, the next he was moving, his
lean, powerful body closing the distance between us with a speed that took my breath away. His hands gripped my shoulders, his touch both rough and desperate as he pressed me against the cold stone of the cliff.
His lips crashed down on mine, hungry and unrelenting, his fangs grazing my lip as he growled against my mouth. I didn't resist. I couldn't. My hands clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I melted against him, my softness yielding to his raw
need.
The wolf's fury gave way to something else, something primal, something wild.
His growl vibrated through me, a sound that sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. His hands moved down my body, his touch both urgent and possessive, tearing at my clothes with a ferocity that left me exposed to the cool night air. My breasts were bared, my nipples tightening as the chill kissed my skin, but Casimir's hands were there, warm and demanding, kneading my flesh as if
branding me with his touch.
I moaned, my head tilting back, my breath hitching as he worshipped my body with a hunger that left me trembling.
The bond between us ignited, a surge of heat exploding in my veins as the Veil's energy swirled around us like a living thing.
It was as if the world itself was responding to our connection, the air crackling with power. His hardness throbbed against my thigh, hard and insistent, and I could feel his need
mirroring my own.
My pussy was already wet, aching for him, and he didn't wait. He lifted me, his hands gripping my ass as my legs wrapped around his waist, my core aligning with his. He thrust inside me, his thick cock filling me completely, my walls clenching around him as he growled, "You're mine, Ava."
His words sent a shudder through me, a mix of desire and surrender that left me breathless. I cried out, my nails scratching down his back as my hips rocked against him, meeting his thrusts with equal urgency.
The world narrowed to this, his dick pounding relentlessly into me, my pussy gripping him like a vice, our bodies slick with sweat and need.
The cold stone beneath us, the fog swirling around, the Veil's energy humming in the air, none of it mattered.
There was only him, only this moment, only the raw, primal connection that bound us together.
He marked me then, his teeth sinking into my shoulder with a sharpness that made
me gasp. His venom mixed with my blood, a burning sensation that spread through
me, sealing our bond. I screamed his name, my orgasm tearing through me like a
wildfire, waves of pleasure crashing over me as he followed, his cock pulsing deep inside me, his cum filling me, claiming me. The Veil glowed brighter, its light enveloping us as our marks flared in response, the bond between us now unbreakable.
Casimir held me tight, his breath ragged against my neck, his wolf finally at peace,
sated by my touch, my warmth, my surrender. His lips pressed to my shoulder,
his growl now a soft rumble that vibrated through me.
"Mine," he murmured, his voice thick with
emotion, his hands stroking my back as if to soothe us both.
I clung to him, my heart pounding, my body still trembling from the force of our connection. The fog seemed to recede, the darkness of the Veil retreating as if it too recognized the power of what we shared. I lifted my head, my lips brushing his, my voice soft but steady.
"Yours," I whispered, my words a promise, a
surrender, a truth.
In that moment, standing on the edge of the world with the Veil's energy swirling around us, I knew there was no going back.
Our story was just beginning, but it burned hotter than the Veil itself, raw, primal, and utterly consuming.
And as Casimir's arms tightened around me, his wolf at peace, I knew I wouldn't have it any other way.