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We didn’t crash this time.

Our spaceship pierced through a million spangled silver and blue glimmers in space.

“Antonio, look,” I said, pointing at the brightest star in the north.

But he didn’t risk a glance as he stared at our locked flesh and thrust into my heated channel.

I gasped, and he thrust again, harder and deeper.

I fluttered open my eyes, and my disorientation gradually faded.

We weren’t in the supposed galaxy.   

I was in Antonio’s bed in our humble abode in the Keep.

We were still trapped in the City of Nine on Pandemonium that was just waiting to go up in flames. 

I curled onto my side, my back against his hard chest, and my head in the crook of his strong arm.

Antonio held me tightly, his warrior’s rough hand fondling my breast.

My leg bent slightly over the other, and his large cock buried deep inside me.

He thrust into me with urgent male need.

“Yes, Bella,” he murmured. “We’ll watch the stars together afterwards. I have to finish this. Your lovely pussy is irresistible, and it sucks me in so hard.”

It took a moment for me to realize that he was still asleep. My mate was fucking me in a dream, possibly the same one I’d just woken up from.

Had he seen the stars as I had?

I could wait and ask him about it after we were done, since lust was boiling in me at his relentless thrusting.

He slid into me, pulled out a little, and slammed right back in.

His hand parted from my breast, went to lift my leg, and hooked it over his arm so he could penetrate me deeper.

“Antonio,” I called, my ass propelling hard toward him to take in all of his hard length.

I felt his every hard inch moving in me, and his irresistible scent—primal male, ash and fire, and sandalwood—enveloped me. I inhaled him deeply.

I could let him fuck me and ease the ache inside me every day.

Pandemonium was heaven as long as I was with my mate.

I moaned at his every stroke, but I wanted him to wake up and be here with me.

“Antonio,” I called again.

He blinked open his eyes, realizing where we were.

He stiffened for a second, then tightened his grip on me, as if afraid I would be a dream that would disappear if he didn’t seize me.

His relief and joy ricocheted off me; I was real. I was beside him.  

He blinked again, noticing that his cock was deep inside me.

“Bella?”

“This is what I had to wake up to,” I said, as I slammed back into him, riding on his hard length. 

He growled.

Fully awake now, his cock grew harder and bigger, stretching my pussy. 

“Sorry, baby, I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, not sounding sorry at all, and propelled deeper into me, pushing through my tight hot passage. “I was dreaming about this. It was the best dream I’ve ever had. I was watching my mate’s lovely pussy glove my cock while I drove into you. The stars shone outside our cabin window. I haven’t seen stars for ages, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off you, because no matter how beautiful the stars might be, my mate always shines the brightest.”

“Were we in the spaceship called ThunderSong?”

Antonio stilled. “How did you know about ThunderSong? I’ve never told you about it.” 

“That’s the ship I also dreamed about just when your thrust woke me,” I said. “You were fucking me so hard, and I asked you to see the stars.” 

“A prophetic dream.” Antonio inhaled sharply. “Kaara told us about the prophecy: when the black-winged Angel falls to Pandemonium, he’ll aid the Wickedest Witch to find a way out. I thought Kaara was bullshitting us until I saw the Angel with the black wings yesterday. He crash-landed after you. That insufferable Archangel is full of himself, but he fights well. His job is to assist the witch to locate the portal. The Wickedest Witch was the only one who came through a portal instead of a ship. And the Angel’s spaceship is called ThunderSong. It’s hovering about Pandemonium’s atmosphere, but it can’t find us. It will come through the portal when the witch opens it.” Tears glinted in my mate’s eyes. “Baby, we’re going home. We’ll finally leave this pit in space.”

Going home also meant war.

The wolf pack would fight Jeroboam and take back what was rightfully theirs. I’d fight beside my mate. 

But right now, I didn’t want to think about that, because we had a more immediate war to worry about. The one with the vampires in the Keep yesterday was just a prelude.

All the other clans had joined forces with the vampires. They wanted to see us dead before letting us go, but we wouldn’t let them stop us.

I was ready to fight for my future with my mate, for our chance to see the stars together and make fierce love beneath them.

Liquid fire licked inside me, and the mating call lapped at me.

My inner walls clenched my mate’s shaft to urge him to move.

A primal, guttural sound rattled from Antonio’s chest. Lust expelled all other thoughts from his mind. He pounded into me repetitively before he rolled me over.

He wanted to see my reactions when he fucked me.

He spread my legs wide.

His blunt head aimed at my slick entrance and glided in smoothly. He wrapped my legs around his back and moved in me lazily as if we were swaying on a boat.

It was sweet, yet torturous.

I wanted high waves to slam into the boat and rock it.

All it took was a little seduction. 

I writhed beneath him with a leopard’s mating moan, and that kicked him into a frenzy fever.  

His wolf groaned.

Antonio thrust into the center of my ache in a maddening rhythm.

I arched my back, welcoming his powerful thrusts. His cock filled every aching, empty space in me. I bucked my hips up to meet his plunging and our flesh slapped against each other’s.

He cursed, and pounded between my thighs mercilessly.

Blissful pleasure hit my nerve endings like fine-tuned, erotic musical notes. 

He heaved himself up, an elbow supporting his upper torso, and watched how he pulled out of my pussy and drove back in. He loved to see my pink folds glove his shaft so tightly and perfectly.

My pussy clenched his cock and sucked it in. I was growing possessive.

He chuckled at my dominant attempt and slammed back into my heated center.

I moaned his name.

As I raised my head to join him watching our mating, he grew more aggressive. He withdrew a little and pumped back in fiercely and relentlessly.

My pussy shivered with increased need as pressure built up higher and higher.

I breathed hard, my fingers grappling at the sheet at the mind-numbing pleasure. It was too much, yet my hands grabbed his hips to pull him further toward me when there was already no space between us.

My nails streaked along his back in my passion.

He let out a rough groan and plunged into my willing center again and again. The storm lust he brought swept me under.

When his next thrust rammed into my sweet depth again, the incomparable pleasure shattered me to bits and pieces, then I was whole again as he drove through my climax and emptied himself inside me.

Our mating bond arose, radiating, Antonio on one end of the thread, and I on the other end. It would never break.

We were bonded to eternity.

“I love you, my Bella,” he said.

“You’re mine, Antonio Evans,” I said, my eyes glinting. “And I love you.”

I was sated and happy.

My leopard surfaced with a purr, and his wolf came to meet her.

We didn’t shift, but my golden leopard pounced and straddled the white wolf. 

Antonio grinned, feral, hungry, and irresistible.

I pushed him onto the pillows. His rigid cock was hard as granite.

I lifted my hips, placed the steel rod wrapped in velvet between my folds, and glided down.

I rode my mate like the wildest wind while I held onto our future dreams.

No matter where you are, who you are, you gotta believe in a dream.

And good things happen to those who dare to dream.

 

-        The End -

 

 

 

 

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