Free Web NovelChapter 32: The Nightmare
He held her tighter, rubbing slow circles on her back. "It was a nightmare," he murmured. "You’re safe now. Nothing’s happening."
Her voice trembled as she tried to explain. "I saw the ruins, Galen. I saw my people. There was blood everywhere, and the sky was dark. It felt real."
"I know," he said gently. "But it’s over now. You’re here with me. Nothing can hurt you."
She stayed there, pressed against him, crying quietly. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, just quiet sobs from deep inside, which carried exhaustion more than fear. Galen didn’t say anything else for a while. He just held her and let her cry.
When her breathing finally steadied, she drew back a little, wiping her face with the back of her hand. "I’m sorry," she said, her voice hoarse. "I didn’t mean to wake you."
"Don’t apologize," he replied immediately. "You don’t have to apologize for a nightmare."
She nodded weakly but still looked shaken. "It felt like more than a dream," she said quietly. "Like something that’s going to happen."
He looked into her eyes, serious but calm. "Dreams can feel real when you’ve been through a lot. You’ve seen enough loss to make your mind replay it."
"I know," she said, lowering her gaze. "But this one felt different. It felt like a warning."
He took her hand and squeezed it. "Even if it was, we’ll face it when it comes. You’re not alone anymore."
That seemed to reach her. Her shoulders loosened slightly, her eyes softening. She nodded again, letting out a shaky sigh. "You always know what to say."
"I just tell the truth," he said.
She smiled faintly, but it didn’t last long. A quiet pause stretched between them. Her breathing slowed, but her body still trembled lightly. Then, something shifted in her; her heat filled the air.
Her wolf stirred.
She tried to ignore it at first, pressing her forehead against Galen’s chest. But the heat spread quickly, tightening her core and flushing her skin. She tried to steady her breathing, but their bond pulsed again, sharper this time.
Galen noticed the change. Her skin grew warmer, her hand moved restlessly against his chest. He drew back slightly to look at her. "Aveloria?"
She looked up, her eyes darker now, pupils slightly dilated. "I’m fine," she said, though her voice shook.
He didn’t believe her. "You’re burning up again," he said quietly.
She swallowed hard. "It’s fine. It’ll pass."
But it didn’t. The air between them thickened, every heartbeat louder than the last. She could feel his warmth, his scent. Being so close and naked only made the pull stronger.
She leaned forward and kissed him before they could think too long.
It was sudden, desperate, but not thoughtless. Her hands cupped his face, and she kissed him like she needed to feel something real to drown out the fear that still clung to her.
He froze for a moment, caught between instinct and restraint. Her lips trembled against his, her breath shallow, her pulse racing.
"Aveloria," he murmured against her mouth, trying to steady himself.
"I don’t want to think about it anymore," she said quickly, her voice breaking. "Please, make me forget."
Her words hit him harder than the kiss. He could see the fear still lingering behind her eyes, the way she tried to hide it under control. He knew this wasn’t just about her heat; it was about comfort, safety, wanting to feel alive again after seeing so much death, even in a dream.
He didn’t pull away this time. He kissed her back, slow but firm, one hand cupping the back of her neck. The tremor in her lips eased, replaced by a soft sigh as she leaned closer.
Her hands slid to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin. She pressed against him, her body seeking warmth. The kiss deepened naturally, every motion unhurried but filled with quiet need. When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together. Both of them were breathing harder than before.
"You don’t have to be afraid," Galen said softly. "Whatever you saw, whatever it means, it won’t happen tonight."
She nodded, eyes still closed, her voice barely a whisper. "I know. But right now...I want this."
He looked at her, torn between caution and the ache building between them at that moment, but the look in her eyes, the trust, the longing stripped away any pretense. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
He brushed his thumb across her cheek, his voice low. "Then come here."
She did. The kiss that followed wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t about hunger or control. It was about grounding each other, her need to feel safe, his need to comfort her. Every movement was deliberate, every breath shared between them.
Her hand slid to the side of his neck, and he held her close, letting her guide the pace. When her lips trembled again, he steadied her with his touch, not rushing, not taking, just being there. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The heat in her blood was rising, but so was something softer, a kind of peace she hadn’t felt in a long time.
For a while, they stayed like that, kissing slowly, breathing each other in, the nightmare fading from her mind with every heartbeat.
And when she finally pulled back, her head resting on his chest, Galen kissed her hair and whispered, "You’re safe now. I promise."
Aveloria closed her eyes, the last of her tears drying against his skin. The room was quiet again, filled only with their steady breaths.
When she looked up again, her eyes met his, and she kissed him once more, her hands reaching to touch his erect cock. She broke off the kiss, got on top of him, her knees straddling his side. He tried to grab her hips to steady her, but she slapped his hands away with a wicked smile. She was in complete control. Her gaze locked with his as her hands found my dick and slid it into her core.
Her hands dropped on his chest, nails grazing his skin, and she moved confidently. Every shift of her body sent waves of pleasure through his body. The rhythm was crazy, a form of slow torment and urgency. She had him clenching his teeth, her boobs, and the sheets. Every time she arched her body and let out a growl unraveled every strand of control he had in him. Every inch of him surrendered to her pace, rhythm, and fire.
"Aveloria,"
"Oh, Galen,"
They both moaned. A wave of pleasure erupted when he grabbed her boobs, giving them a rough squeeze. She locked his gaze, and he watched her with amusement dancing in his eyes as she continued to bounce on him. When she rested on his chest, he grabbed her butt cheeks and thrusted into her. She struggled to keep her eyes open, her body shaken as his cock hit the walls of her belly.
Galen kissed her passionately as he turned them over. He didn’t give her time to breathe before pounding into her core.
Aveloria moaned, her back arched as his large hand pinned hers over her head. He moved quickly, her vision blurry as he continued until she approached her closeness. She groaned out as orgasm hit her, a wave of shock passing through her whole body as she cried out his name. She cum on him, and with a few more thrusts, he came too.
But they weren’t done. Aveloria went on her fours, her ass poking in the air as Galen rubbed her back. She gasped for air when his fingers suddenly hammered her core. His hands reached her clit again, rubbing it in circles. His tongue darting slightly to lick her wetness, she closed her eyes to feel it. Two of his fingers rushed in her core while she moved her hips to match the rhythm. She moaned constantly.
The tip of his cock teased her entrance a few times before he rammed into her. He fastened his pace, burying his whole length in her, his hand moving to her waist, holding it in place. His stroke got deeper and deeper each passing second until another body-shaking orgasm went through her, and this time her wolf let out a low growl. His wolf growled with her, itching to mark her, but it didn’t control him. He was busy chasing his climax, and with a few more thrusts, they both came.
Their breathing was uneven when he helped her lie on the bed. He placed a kiss on her lips and then on her forehead. Aveloria whimpered before curling into the hollow of his chest again.
