Juno’s POV
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was lying in a field of flowers, wearing a flowing white dress that billowed around me the gentle breeze. The sky above was a brilliant blue, and I felt an overwhelming sense of contentment. All around me were lavender stalks and wild roses, their scents mingling in the air.
I wasn’t alone.
In the distance, I could see Augustin sitting with his back to me on a patch of lush green grass. I walked toward him, my bare feet brushing against the soft ground. When I reached him, I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my cheek against his broad back.
The moment my skin touched his, the clouds darkened. The flowers around us withered and died in an instant, Heavy rain began to pour, and suddenly we were no longer in a field but at the edge of a steep cliff.
Augustin was hanging over the edge, his fingers clutching desperately at the rocky ledge. I grabbed his hand, trying to pull him up, but he was too heavy. His eyes were wide with fear.
“Don’t let go,” he begged, his voice cracking. “Please, don’t let go
of me.
I watched as his eyes grew dim, the light fading from them.
‘I can’t,” I whispered, my grip slipping. “I can’t hold on.”
I woke with a gasp, my heart pounding in my chest. My eyes darted to the window where darkness still pressed against the glass. The sun hadn’t risen yet.
Turning my head, I saw Augustin sleeping peacefully beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. It had just been a nightmare.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, remembering that vivid dreams were a symptom of pregnancy. My hand moved to rest on my stomach, and I smiled despite the lingering unease from the nightmare.
We’ve already overcome the biggest obstacle that could have separated us, I thought, watching Augustin’s peaceful face. We were safe now. Nothing could tear
us apart.
I leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, breathing in his scent of oolong tea and brandy. Suddenly, I felt an overwhelming urge to bite the sensitive spot where his neck met his shoulder. The need to strengthen our connection was almost painful in its intensity.
I could feel the bond between us, stronger today than it had been yesterday. Each day it grew, binding us more tightly together.
Augustin stirred in his sleep, wrapping an arm around me and pulling me close. I nestled against his chest, allowing his steady heartbeat to lull me back to sleep.
“Berry, wake up.”
Augustin’s voice pulled me from sleep. He was leaning over me with a brilliant smile. He bent down to kiss the tip of my nose.
I reached up and pulled him closer until his weight pressed against me. He shifted, moving down to my chest, and I ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying the silky texture.
His hand traveled to my lower abdomen, rubbing gently. I moaned at the sensation, my body instantly responding to his touch.
“Feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I breathed, still stroking his hair.
His hand moved between my thighs, hovering/just above my core. “Can I touch you here?*
I nodded, spreading my legs slightly to give him better access. His finger gently rubbed my clit, and he leaned against me, watching my reactions with heated eyes.
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“You’re so beautiful, he murmured, his finger moving in slow circles.
I moaned softly, continuing to run my fingers through his hair. The sensation was building steadily, warming my body from the Inside out.
He brought his finger to his mouth, licked it, then returned it to my clit, the added moisture intensifying the pleasure. His movements quickened, and 1 couldn’t hold back my moans.
A low growl rumbled from his chest, the sound sending shivers down my spine.
“Augustin,‘ I gasped as the pleasure built. My back arched off the bed as I came, my body shuddering with release.
As I was coming down from my high, I felt his finger slide lower, pushing inside me. I clenched around him, wanting more.
‘I need you, I panted. “All of you.”
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his eyes dark with lust. “Be specific.”
His scent of oolong tea and brandy had taken over my senses, driving me wild with need.
‘I want your cock inside me,” I said boldly. “I want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He positioned himself between my legs–and thrust into me in one smooth motion.
As he moved inside me, I felt Seraphine take over, her consciousness merging with mine. Looking up at Augustin, I could only whisper one word: “Mate.
It was like an out–of–body experience. I felt my teeth elongate, the urge to mark my man overwhelming me. His eyes darkened in response, his own teeth extending past his lips. The sight was incredibly arousing.
He drove into me harder, bringing me to climax twice more before I felt him stiffen. Fenris echoed Seraphine’s word, “Mate“, as Augustin came inside me with a deep groan.
He collapsed on top of me, pressing kisses to my face and neck.
“Ever since that night I rejected Cassandra,” he admitted, his voice low, “I’ve been fighting the urge to mark you. I don’t know how much longer I can resist. The pull is too strong.”
I looked into his eyes, my heart racing. “Should we try?”
He rolled off me, turning to his side to face me. “If we mark outside of the Purple Moon, it would leave an ugly scar. I don’t want to mar your beautiful
skin.”
I fell silent, not wanting to push him. If he thought we should wait, then we would wait.
‘Let’s take a shower,” Augustin suggested, changing the subject. “We have matches at eleven.”
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