LOGIN~HOLLY~The moment we step into the kitchen, the air shifts.It’s still charged—how could it not be after that?—but now it’s lighter too. Warmer. Playful.Domestic… in a way that makes my chest feel all soft and strange.Damien leans against the counter like he owns the place, watching me with that same dangerous smile, like he’s already planning trouble.“Alright,” I say, tying my hair up into a loose bun, trying to look focused even though I can feel his eyes all over me. “You said pasta. That means you’re helping.”He raises a brow. “Helping… or supervising?”I scoff, grabbing a pot and filling it with water. “Helping. As in actually doing something useful for once.”“Ouch,” he murmurs, pushing off the counter and stepping closer. “I think I’ve been very useful tonight.”Heat rushes to my cheeks, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction.I turn to him, pointing a wooden spoon at his chest. “Behave, or I’ll make you chop onions.”He gasps dramatically. “That’s
~DAMIEN~Holly's eyes are on me as I shake the jar up for round two.My mouth is still hungry for more, set alive by the taste of my gorgeous Holly's pussy.I'd have lapped at that divine slit all night long and be grateful for it, but those sweet little treats are still calling.The color in her cheeks is fresh and alive, her eyes twinkling with mischief that I so much love.“I can't believe we just broke my chair,” she says, and the giggle in her voice is still there.“Fuck your chair,” I laugh.She shakes her head, joining me to laugh now.I plunge my hand into the jar for the second slip of little paper, and Holly's eyes are on me as I unfold the dirty treat, and it's a good one.I turn the slip around for her to see, and those sparkling eyes of hers widens, nervous all over again as she reads what it is on the slip aloud.“Strip dance naked, for me.”“Yes, that's what I want,” I tell her.She shakes her head, refusing immediately.“I don't really know how
~HOLLY~Fuck! I don't realize how much I have missed Damien till now.The kiss is so magical that my heart is still pounding and my lips craving so much more of Damien.I take the jar from him with a load of fresh nerves, trying to remember what and what I have written in there. One thing is certain. There's only one way for me to find out.Damien is staring at me so hard as I shake the jar and watch the papers dancing around. I can feel it. The intense gaze in his eyes. The excitement.Damien wants me.Wants me like before when I was still in his cabin.It's an amazing feeling to know that he still wants me despite pushing me away for months.“I'm so excited,” I tell him and I am not lying.I take a breath as I shake the time one final time and reach my hand inside.My fingers closes on one piece of paper, and there it was, the first piece of the kink selected.My fingers are shaking as I unfold it, my eyes desperate to know what is written there. “So w
~HOLLY~I don’t know how long we stay like that, wrapped in each other.Breathing each other in like we’ve both been drowning for months and just found air again.His arms are tight around me…almost too tight…..but I don’t complain. I can’t. Because I’m holding onto him just as desperately.Like if I let go… he might disappear again.And I don’t think my heart could survive that twice.His lips are still on mine when we finally slow down, the kiss softening, turning from something wild and consuming into something deeper… something that feels like home.My fingers curl into the front of his shirt, gripping the fabric like an anchor.“Don’t do that again,” I whisper against his lips, my voice shaking slightly. “Don’t leave me like that again.”He pulls back just enough to look at me, his forehead resting against mine.“I won’t,” he says immediately.No hesitation. No doubt. Just certainty.And for some reason… I believe him.His thumb brushes gently against
~DAMIEN~My fingers tremble slightly as I gather the last of the flowers.They’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen—petals soft as silk, glowing faintly under the fading light, carrying a scent so sweet it almost aches. Not just flowers… they feel like something more. Like forgiveness. Like a beginning.“Mate will love them,” Lucian murmurs, his voice low but vibrating with excitement.I swallow hard.“I hope she’ll even see me,” I mutter.I turn and walk quickly back to my car, my boots crunching against the gravel. My heart is pounding now…not from the ritual, not from the goddess… but from what comes next.From her….Holly.The name alone tightens something deep in my chest.I reach my car, pull the door open, and immediately strip off what’s left of my torn clothes. My hands move fast, almost desperate, grabbing a clean shirt and dark jeans from the backseat.I change right there, not caring about anything else but time.Every second feels like too much.Every
~DAMIEN~I have been restless ever since my wife appeared to me twice in the dream and asking me to let go off the grudges I have about her death.Ever since she asked me to let go of the grudges I have against the moon goddess for not protecting my wife and taking away my mate from me.I don't even realize I have been holding those grudges deep in my heart until my late wife called my attention to it.She asked to me to find my happiness again and be happy. She wants me to have peace of mind.But is she aware that my peace of mind and happiness lies in the arms of another woman? A woman much younger than me? A woman that could easily pass as my daughter??“It doesn't matter, Damien,” Lucian speaks through the mind-link. “Our former mate already gave her blessings. She asked you to be happy. She sees everything.”“She must have seen how miserable you are without Holly, and that's why she came to your dream urging you to be happy. Stop overthinking things, Dam
~DAMIEN~“Don't try my patience, little one, or you'll get more….on your bare ass,” I tell her.I figured, from the dazed expression on her face, that she got the message.My inner wolf recognized her reaction instantly—submission mixed with anticipation.And isn't it goin
~HOLLY~I spend the most of my day in Damien's arms. I love being cuddled by him. I love it when he wraps his big, strong arms around me, and I take good advantage of it today.We had a very romantic bath together and then I'm back to being cuddled in his arms…in bed, on
~HOLLY~I wake up the next morning to a warmth beside me. For a moment, I don’t open my eyes. I just listen to his steady breathing and let the reality sink in.Last night wasn’t a dream.He is here.My eyes flutter open and a smile spreads on my lips as I stare at the
~HOLLY~We are still kissing as he carries me to his bedroom. But before we even reach the hallway, I laugh softly against his mouth, the sound bubbling out of me like I can’t quite believe this is real. His house smells faintly of pine and cinnamon, remnants of Christmas c







