The lost mate

Chapter 128: Making up

The moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery glow over the forest, and the lake shimmered under its light like a pool of liquid silver.

It took Damien barely a few minutes to strip off his clothes and join her in the lake.

"I didn’t realise how much I needed this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Damien reached out, his hand finding hers under the water. "Neither did I," he said, his voice rough with emotion. "Everything feels... different with you, Anne."

Damien’s hand was warm against hers, grounding her, reminding her that no matter what happened, they were in this together. Without warning, Damien pulled her closer, his lips quirking into that playful smile again. Before she could react, he dipped down, scooping water with his hand and splashing her.

Anne gasped, her eyes widening in surprise as the cool water hit her face. "Hey!" she protested, laughing despite herself.

Damien chuckled, a deep, warm sound that sent a thrill through her. "You looked like you needed to cool off," he teased, a wicked glint in his eyes. ’

"Oh, you’re going to regret that," Anne shot back, her playful side awakening. She splashed him back, sending a wave of water towards him that caught him square in the chest.

Damien brushed a strand of wet hair from Anne’s face, his fingers lingering on her cheek as he looked at her, his expression shifting into something deeper, more intense. And then, as if drawn by a force neither could resist, Damien closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to hers in a kiss that was soft, slow, and filled with everything they hadn’t yet said.

The kiss deepened, and for that brief moment, nothing else mattered.

"You are beautiful." Damien whispered when they had broken apart.

"I can see that you are sincere," she said, then she giggled.

Damien looked outraged, then looked down at his raging hard on.

He chuckled "I guess my body is being honest too," he said with a sheepish grin.

"So, what are you waiting for? Let’s make Jessica jealous," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I had no idea; you were so petty," Damein laughed.

Anne smiled, her heart swelling with affection for this man who had so unexpectedly turned her world upside down. She leant in, pressing her lips to his in a soft, lingering kiss.

Their bodies pressed together, skin against skin, and Anne could feel the heat radiating from Damien’s body.

Damien grinned at her and bent down to press his lips to hers. Their tongues danced passionately for a few moments, then he slowly ran his tongue down the side of her neck and across her chest to the firm little mound of her breast, where he took her rubbery little nipple between his lips and gently sucked on it. Soon, Anne was moaning and squirming continuously as Damien sucked at her erect teat while he slowly stroked his hand up and down across her belly and thigh.

Finally, he let her nipple slip from his lips, and he moved slowly down across her tummy, licking and kissing the soft, smooth flesh. He paused to circle around the tiny pit of her navel and thrust his tongue into it. She gasped as he slipped his hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready for him.

Damien’s fingers explored her, teasing and tantalising, and Anne moaned as he found her clitter, rubbing slow circles that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Fuck, you’re so wet," Damien growled, his voice low and husky with desire. "I can’t wait to be inside you."

Anne gasped as he slipped a finger inside her, then another, stretching her and preparing her for his cock. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her hips bucking against his hand as she chased her orgasm.

But Damien wasn’t done with her yet. He pulled his fingers out, then spun her around, pressing her against the shore. Anne felt the rough bark of the tree against her back, but she didn’t care. All she could think about was Damien and the way he made her feel.

She felt him press against her from behind, his cock nudging at her entrance. Anne moaned, pushing back against him, desperate for him to fill her up.

Damien didn’t disappoint. He thrust into her, hard and deep, making her cry out with pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her steady as he began to fuck her, his hips pistoning against hers in a steady rhythm.

Anne could feel herself building towards her orgasm again, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly. She could hear the slap of their bodies against each other, the sound of their moans and gasps mingling with the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.

She felt Damien’s fingers find her clitter again, and she cried out as he began to rub slow circles, sending her over the edge. She came hard, her orgasm rippling through her body like a wave, making her shudder and gasp.

Damien wasn’t far behind. He thrust into her a few more times, then stilled, his body shuddering as he came, filling her with his warmth.

They stood there for a moment, their bodies still connected, their breathing slowing as they came down from their high. Anne could feel Damien’s heart beating against her back, and she smiled, feeling more content and happy than she had in a long time.

"That was amazing," she whispered, turning her head to press a kiss to his cheek.

Damien chuckled, his breath warm against her ear. "Yeah, it was."

He pulled out of her, then turned her around, pulling her into a tight embrace. Anne could feel his cock still hard against her stomach, and she smiled, feeling a thrill of excitement.

"Again?" she asked, her voice teasing.

Damien grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Again," he agreed, and Anne felt herself getting wet all over again.

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Heather sat alone in her cosy living room, the soft glow of the fireplace casting flickering shadows on the walls. Outside, the evening had fallen into a peaceful stillness. Emily had gone out with Chris, and for the first time in a while, Heather found herself completely alone.

She sipped her tea, letting the warmth spread through her as she stared out the large window facing the garden. The moon was high in the sky, illuminating the soft curves of the trees and the neat rows of flowers she had spent countless hours tending to.

But then something shifted. Her eyes caught movement at the far edge of the garden.

At first, she thought it might be her imagination, perhaps just a trick of the light or the wind rustling through the trees. But as she leant closer to the window, peering into the shadows, her heart began to beat a little faster. Just beyond the gate, she saw it again. A figure. A silhouette.

Someone was approaching.

Heather stood up slowly, her tea forgotten on the side table. She squinted, trying to make out who—or what—was out there in the dim light. The figure moved steadily closer, the outline of a man becoming clearer with each step. And then, as he neared the glow of the garden lanterns, recognition slammed into her like a freight train.

It was Alpha Richard.