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CHAPTER THIRTY ONE DAMON Point of View I trudged back to my chambers, feeling defeated. Tyla's rejection still stung, and I couldn't stop feeling like I'd blown my chance with her. I flopped onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Why couldn't she just give me a chance? I knew I'd messed up in the past, but I was willing to do whatever it took to make it right. As I lay there, my eyelids began to droop. I let out a deep sigh and closed my eyes, letting sleep take control of me. But my rest was fitful. I dreamed of Annie, my former mate. We were standing in a lush meadow, surrounded by wildflowers. She was smiling at me, her eyes shining with love. I reached out to her, but she slipped away,

He says, putting on a condom. The girl spreads her legs while he pulls her closer towards the edge of the bed. "Do you realise how wild are my dreams about you?" "Oh yeah?" She closes her eyes, softly moaning as he penetrates her, "Why don't you show me your dream right now? Might as well... Make it come true." *********** July 27th, 2022 It was July already. The soft breeze of autumn brushes over. Her long, silky brown hair flows as if it were part of the wind.

River's POV My finger traces down the dove tattoo on his chest carefully. I was crazy; I should pull away. I shouldn’t be staying in the same bed with him even after learning he has nightmares about her… It was just… sex. Fuck, but just tonight in this bed, his hand curled around me as I watched him sleep peacefully; it gave a crazy fantasy that was never going to happen. He wasn’t the only one messed up; I was too.

"Beautiful, as beautiful as the one in my dream." "Huh?" “I often dream about you…” "Oh yes? What dream is it?" "The point is... you and I are alone in bed, together and moaning at each other." “Hissshhhh….” Alicia growled. “Yeah, it's more or less like that… you're a bit more vocal in my dreams, especially when I do it from behind. You're like…agh…it's painful…but agh…deeper, more…fast…I like it, agh…Alex…I want to cum. So."

The worst part is that I can tell it’s a dream, but I can’t stop it. We're in a lush forest, lying on a bed made of leaves. Jace is on top of me, looking down at my face with those intense eyes, making me feel both furious and flustered at the same time. “Mine,” he whispers with an evil little smile in the dream, “You’re my Bea.” “I am,” the dream version of me says and she throws her head back to let him lick her neck. It feels so fucking real, I start to question if this is really happening or not, “Fuck me, Alpha.”

She moved closer to him and Damien lowered his head and sucked judiciously on her breasts, while she stroked his dick gently. Then a thought entered her head. She was making out with a werewolf. Would she turn into one too if they carried on? “No you won't. You're making out with the human version of a wolf” Damien said with a small grin. “Y… you can hear my thoughts?” She asked surprised and stopped stroking. “Yeah” Damien nodded and shut his eyes as he squeezed her hand tight on his dick and she resumed her duty. “What else can you do?” Jade asked amused.

“Does it matter?” “Yes. See,” he grunted as he pushed a bit further in, “I had this dream the other night of covering your beautiful fits in my come. I then dreamed of doing the same thing to your perfect ass. I only need to know if I’m wasting baby makers if I bring that wonderful dream to life.” She met his eyes, hers widening as he finally pushed all the way down, bottoming out in the depths of her body. She wrapped her other leg around his hips while angling her hips to appease the tightness and pinch of how deep he’d settled.

I hit send, my heart thudding against my ribs. Almost instantly, the screen lit up. Damon: Do you? I blinked. Aria: Do I what? Damon: Wish I was holding you tonight? My thumbs hovered over the screen. And then I typed, without hesitation— Aria: Yes!!! Sleep refused to come. I tossed and turned under the blanket, my skin too warm, my thoughts too loud. The pendant lay on my nightstand, still glowing faintly like a soft heartbeat in the dark. Every time I closed my eyes, the dreams came rushing back—forests burning, silver eyes watching me from the shadows, flames licking at my fingertips like they knew me.

Even in my dreams, he haunts me. The wet dreams are the worst. Each one is more vivid than the last, leaving me shaken and dissatisfied in ways I can’t even explain. In them, Kassian is always close—too close. His breath brushes against my neck, warm and teasing, sending shivers racing down my spine. The heat of his body presses against mine, his firm hands mapping the contours of my skin as if he’s memorizing me.

Amina tells me the story about her banishment exactly as she had in the dream, except Dylan looks at me and says, “It’s just like in the dream I had.” “Tell us about the dream, Dylan,” I say. Dylan starts outlining the exact same dream I woke up from this morning. “I had that same dream!” I exclaim. “Maybe that dream ability from your dream is real and since we are Fated Mates we shared the dream. Both Ace and I had the dream,” Dylan says. “Oh My Goddess! I wonder what else is real?” I exclaim.