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POV Lio

"We look like two kids! What are you up to?"

I laughed as we escaped the castle in the middle of the night, running through the forest hand in hand. I asked through telepathy, loving how we were talking this way more and more.

"It's a surprise."

I loved Balthazar’s surprises. In the five weeks he had been with me in Constantini, each day felt better than the last. And I wanted even more.

My eyes landed on the quiet village, everyone asleep at that hour. The cemetery was illuminated by the full moon. Then I stopped for a few seconds, and he did the same.

"What is it, Lio?"

"You know what just occurred to me? There’s no cemetery in the Severus village. What happens when you die?"

Balthazar smiled slowly, abandoning telepathy and using his deep voice instead:

"I'm here planning a hot night, and you want to talk about death?"

I giggled.

"Questions just pop up! It feels like there’s always something new for us to learn about each other."

"We turn to dust. Come on."

He grabbed my hand and led me toward the forest, following the winding path between the trees. It was dark, but our night vision was excellent.

"The pure ones."

"What do you mean, dust? Are you cremated in bonfires? Exposed to the sun?"

"No. We simply reach our time and disintegrate. We cease to exist."

"That’s crazy!" I found it fascinating. "And what about the ones who aren’t pure, like judges and blood-bound?"

"They’re cremated."

I was constantly learning more. We never ran out of things to talk about—just like we never ran out of sex. And affection, companionship, love. Also, jealousy.

On one hand, I felt great seeing that the villagers accepted and even liked him. But on the other, I was irritated by how comfortable some of them got. The females, of course. The she-wolves made no effort to hide their admiration every time they saw him.

Balthazar didn’t have to do anything; he didn’t seduce them on purpose. Even so, the duchesses—beta she-wolves who entertained the village wolves—offered to donate blood to him. Straight from the source.

Just imagining them sitting on his lap, getting drained in pleasure, made me want to skin someone alive. And they had the nerve to act like it was a noble act, as if they were doing a favor for the vampire forced to drink cold blood every day. When I growled, they quickly backed down.

Balthazar was jealous too. He overheard someone say that a few wolves had been in love with me before, especially Juan. That was it—he was always on high alert and pissed off whenever Juan was around. And I loved it!

"Do you want to shift into your wolf?"

He asked suddenly, and I shook my head.

"Not today. I’m starting to think you’re in love with my wolf."

"She is you. How could I resist?"

I felt my beast purr in satisfaction. She loved showing off for him.

In his first week here, Balthazar told me he had never seen me in full transformation. So we ran through the woods, and I shifted for him, a little unsure of what he’d think.

He looked at me with the same love he had when I was human. He ran his fingers through my fur, a mix of black and reddish brown, murmuring that I was beautiful in any form. She loved it, completely smitten. So, from time to time, I ran with him in my lupine form.

We ventured deeper into the forest, and my smile widened when I saw where we were heading.

"It’s not a surprise. I know you’re taking me to the waterfall."

"It’s the first time we’ll swim at night."

"That’s true!"

"Come on, get on my shoulders. I run faster than you!"

"Show-off! I already told you, pregnancy isn’t an illness. I can run and shift just fine."

"I know that. I just want to carry you. Now come on!"

I climbed onto his back, wrapping my legs and arms around him. Balthazar shot forward like an arrow through the plants and trees, practically vanishing into the air, the wind dragging my hair and rushing against my skin.

I rested my head against his back, feeling the rippling of his muscles, amazed at how perfect everything was. Of course, there were problems, just like there were threats. But we were together, and that was enough.

My father had increased security around the entire territory. At the waterfall, we still had our intimacy, only now with more protection. The whole area provided that for us.

Besides being my favorite place in Constantini, it had become Balthazar’s too.

When we got there, he gently put me down on the floor and kissed me on the lips. He started to undress and I did the same, while we admired each other. I murmured:

" I can't believe we're getting married next month.

" Do you want to run away already? Don't forget that I read your mind, I can find you in no time.

I loved that side of him, more relaxed, that liked to play. Part of his coldness and distance remained in the Transylvanian Alps.

" I'll only run away if it's to your bed.

The sound of the falling water was delicious. As was the moonlight reflecting on his naked skin, his muscles and hair.

" Or into my arms. — He pulled me between them, his silver eyes on mine. — Believe me, the wedding is set. Your parents insist on a party, your mother's entire gypsy village has been invited, as well as your great-aunt Gretel who comes from Germany and the wolves from the surrounding area.

" Everyone wants to see the hot vampire up close.

" Delicious? — He smiled and played with my lips. — Do you think they would still think so if I showed my fangs and arrived at the ceremony flying, covered in black veins on my skin?

" They would be enchanted! — I smiled more, rubbing myself against him. — I missed seeing you like that.

" That was the surprise. Before swimming, let's fly.

" Really?

" Do you want to?

" Very much!

Balthazar took a step back and concentrated. The transformation began, with the cracking of bones, the expression filled with pain, the skin opening. I followed it all, with the same fascination as the first time.

Beauty and monstrosity in perfect balance, both attracting and enchanting me. Until the immense, black wings opened, matching his burning eyes, the fierce fangs and the dancing shadows on his skin.

I approached, amazed at how naked he was, huge and erect too. His cock seemed even bigger and thicker in that transformation, his muscles more powerful.

" Beautiful...

I ran my hands over the hard bumps, their contours. And he pulled me in, smelling me, his fingers pinching my nipples, driving me crazy.

He reduced his fangs, but everything else continued. The wings closed around both of us when he kissed my mouth and I melted, all sticky and excited.

Moans echoed in the night, when I grabbed his member with both hands, masturbating him, feeling his pink lube wet my fingers. My legs shook when he masturbated me too, one hand behind, the other in front.

I went crazy with his tongue, I felt it playing in both holes at the same time, between my thighs and in the middle of my ass. Long fingers using my own lube to stick themselves inside me, in two different places.

" Do you like it like that? — His deep voice stirred my nerve endings.

" I love it...

" Soon you'll have my cock in that delicious ass.

" Ah...

Balthazar had been preparing me, to the point that I was almost begging for it.

That was what he was going to do, but I lost it when he lifted me up, holding my ass, ordering softly:

" Open your legs. I'm going to eat you.

I trembled, I yearned, I tore myself apart with expectation. The thick tip poked me, opened my flesh, threw me into the maddening passion that had left me addicted. I screamed when he penetrated me tightly, so deep that it even took my breath away. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his waist. Filled to the core.

His wings suddenly opened and flapped. With a fluid movement, Balthazar took flight, taking me with him, the momentum making him bury himself even deeper. I growled, moaned, and grabbed him madly. I couldn't believe it.

His wings cut through the air with supernatural grace. He held me even tighter, as if we were floating in a reality where time didn't exist. We rose, moving away from the ground, from the water that was falling below.

Each wingbeat was a movement of his, making me receive his deep thrusts, while he sucked my tongue and moaned hoarsely. His hands helped the movements, guiding the fuck, the sliding back and forth on his cock. Hair flapped over us.

It was like a melody, higher, further, deeper. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling the cold breeze on my face, the freshness of the night mixing with the burning energy that Balthazar produced and that burned me completely. In an intense, wonderful experience.

Then I opened my eyes as we twirled in the air, fitted together, glued together. The night sky was immense and deep, a canvas of sparkling stars that seemed to stretch infinitely. The cold wind caressed our skin and his wings, which stretched majestically, beating with a controlled force, as if Balthazar controlled the wind itself.

I stared at him as a wave of urgent pleasure swept over me, shaking me and gasping for breath. My claws came out, digging into his shoulders, even into the bite mark that was still visible.

He, with his eyes burning with desire, looked at me with an intensity that went far beyond simple passion. It was everything: love, lust, admiration, desire, so many things that I only recognized because I felt the same.

He pulled me even closer and our lips met in the air, in a delicious and urgent kiss. I tasted the His saliva, the heat of his mouth, while my pussy molded itself perfectly to his cock.

In the explosion of the kiss and stronger penetrations, Balthazar spun me around with impressive lightness, his wings beating more impetuously, entering, taking over, invading everything.

I screamed when the orgasm passed through me, like a lightning bolt, spreading throughout my body, making me tremble, fall into his lap, pulsate. I bent completely into his arms, completely absorbed by the sensation of being lost in the air with him. That was when his orgasm also took over. We flew together.

The world below disappeared, becoming a distant memory. The sound of the wind mixed with the accelerated rhythm of our hearts. We floated together, without words, just breathing each other.

And I knew then that I would never be alone again. Balthazar would always be with me.

Inside me, on my skin, in my heart.

Wolf and vampire, creating a new story. A new life.