Chapter 122 Never returned?

Chapter 122 Never returned?
Vuk Kael Laskovic:

Then I pushed in.

Slowly.

Inch by thick inch.

We both groaned as her tight heat enveloped me. She was velvet and fire around my cock, squeezing me so perfectly I had to pause halfway to keep from coming too soon. Her walls fluttered and clenched, pulling me deeper.

“Fuck, Maureen… so tight… so perfect,” I growled against her neck.

When I bottomed out, my hips flush against hers, I stayed there, buried to the hilt, letting her adjust while I kissed her slow and filthy. Then I started moving—long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside her. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with her breathy moans and my low grunts.

I fucked her like I had all the time in the world—slow and grinding, then harder, faster, changing angles until I found the one that made her nails rake down my back. Her breasts bounced with every thrust. I captured one nipple in my mouth again, sucking hard while I drove into her.

She came again, harder this time, screaming my name as her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, milking me. I rode her through it, hips snapping, sweat slicking our skin.

I flipped us suddenly, pulling her on top. Her white hair cascaded around us like a curtain as she straddled me. She braced her hands on my chest and sank down onto my cock with a long, shuddering moan. The sight of her riding me—breasts swaying, head thrown back, lips parted in ecstasy—was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

I gripped her hips, guiding her movements, thrusting up to meet her. She rolled her hips in slow, sensual circles, then faster, chasing her pleasure. I reached between us, thumb finding her clit, rubbing tight little circles until she shattered again, collapsing forward onto my chest with a broken cry.

I held her close, arms wrapped around her as I took over, fucking up into her with deep, powerful strokes. The slap of skin, her wet heat, the way her pussy kept fluttering around me—it was too much.

“Maureen…” I groaned, voice wrecked. “I’m close—”

“Come inside me,” she gasped, kissing me desperately. “Fill me, Vuk. Please.”

With a guttural growl, I thrust deep one last time and came hard, pulsing thick ropes of cum into her clenching heat. The pleasure crashed through me in waves, leaving me shaking as I emptied everything I had into her.

We stayed locked together, panting, bodies slick with sweat, hearts hammering against each other. I kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her swollen lips—soft, reverent kisses now.

She nuzzled into my neck, humming contentedly as my cock twitched inside her with aftershocks.

“Mine,” I whispered into her hair, holding her tighter.

“Yours,” she answered sleepily, pressing a kiss to my throat. “Always.”

_ _

The night had long fallen into silence.

The castle, once alive with celebration, now rested in deep stillness. The echoes of laughter and music had faded hours ago, leaving behind only the soft hush of sleeping walls and distant guards pacing their posts.

Maureen lay curled against my chest, her breathing slow and steady, one arm draped lazily across my waist. I kept my hand resting along her back, tracing slow, absent patterns against the fabric of her nightwear.

I must have drifted into sleep without realizing it.

Until—

A soft movement stirred against me.

Tap.

Tap.

Gentle fingers nudged lightly at my chest.

“Vuk…” her voice came in a whisper.

Soft.

I shifted slightly, still half asleep, tightening my arm around her instinctively.

“Hmm…” I murmured low, my voice rough with sleep. “What is it, little moon?”

She shifted against me, sitting up slightly.

Even in the dim darkness, I could feel the tension in her body. The way her breathing had changed—shallow, restless.

“I… I don’t feel right,” she whispered quietly.

That made my eyes open halfway.

Not fully alert.

But listening.

“What do you mean?” I asked hoarsely.

She hesitated.

Then exhaled slowly.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “It’s just… this feeling. Like something isn’t right.”

I frowned slightly, my hand moving instinctively to her waist, pulling her closer again.

“You’re exhausted,” I murmured. “Tonight was a lot. Your body is still catching up.”

“I know…” she said softly.

But she didn’t relax.

“I just… feel uneasy,” she added quietly. “Like something is wrong.”

That time, I opened my eyes fully.

Darkness surrounded us, broken only by faint moonlight slipping through the curtains.

I studied her silhouette.

“You want me to call guards?” I asked calmly.

“No,” she answered quickly.

Too quickly.

Then softer—

“No… I just… I think I need some air.”

I shifted slightly, pushing myself up against the headboard.

“Air?” I repeated.

She nodded faintly.

“Just for a moment,” she whispered. “I feel… suffocated lying here.”

I studied her quietly.

Part of me didn’t like it.

Not one bit.

But she wasn’t panicking.

“I’ll come with you,” I said.

She immediately shook her head.

“No… don’t,” she murmured gently. “You’re exhausted too. It’s nothing serious, Vuk. I just need to walk a little.”

My brows tightened slightly.

“I don’t like you walking alone at this hour.”

She reached for my hand then, squeezing it gently.

“I won’t go far,” she promised softly. “Just the hallway. Maybe near the inner balcony.”

Her voice softened further.

“I’ll be back before you even realize I’m gone.”

I exhaled slowly.

Still not convinced.

But not alarmed either.

“Five minutes,” I muttered finally. “No longer.”

Her fingers squeezed mine again.

“I promise.”

I leaned forward slightly, pressing a tired kiss against her temple.

“Don’t wander,” I murmured.

She smiled faintly.

“I won’t.”

I watched as she slipped off the bed slowly, her bare feet touching the cold floor. She wrapped a light robe around her shoulders, tying it loosely at the waist.

For a moment—

She stood there.

Still.

Like she was listening to something only she could hear.

Then she stepped toward the door.

Quiet.

The door opened with the faintest creak.

Then closed behind her.

Silence returned.

I exhaled deeply, sinking back into the pillows, exhaustion dragging heavily at my limbs. My eyes closed slowly, my mind drifting again despite the small thread of unease curling in my chest.

Just five minutes.

That’s all she said.

Just five minutes.

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Time passed.

I didn’t know how long.

Minutes.

Maybe more.

Then—

Something pulled me awake.

Not sound.

Not movement.

Just instinct.

That strange, sharp awareness that something wasn’t right.

My hand moved across the bed automatically.

Reaching.

Searching.

Empty.

Cold sheets.

My eyes opened instantly.

Fully alert now.

I sat up sharply, scanning the dark room.

“Maureen?” I called low.

No response.

The room remained silent.

Too silent.

My chest tightened slightly.

She should have been back.

Five minutes.

That’s what she promised.

I swung my legs off the bed quickly, standing.

“Maureen,” I called again, louder this time.

Still nothing.

Now—

The unease turned into something heavier.

Colder.

Dangerous.

I moved toward the door, opening it sharply and stepping into the empty hallway.

Guards stood at their posts.

Still.

Alert.

Unmoving.

My voice came out low.

Deadly calm.

“Where is the Luna?”

One guard stiffened immediately.

“My Alpha… she passed this corridor minutes ago,” he answered quickly.

Minutes ago.

My jaw tightened slowly.

“And?”

The guard swallowed.

“She never returned.”