The Lycans Luna Witch

Chapter 14

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Addie

Feelings. So powerful. So strong. So much.

He is exposing himself to me in the same way I've felt so exposed since the dream mate bond was formed. And it's so refreshing. To finally know what lies behind Hades' sometimes gruff exterior. It is also surprising.

Guilt. Longing. Sadness. All to do with his dead mate.

Then there are the ones he feels toward me. Their timeline felt not just from when he physically saw me in the woods but from before that. From the dreams he and I have co-inhabited.

I can feel the relief of finding me in that first dream a little over a year ago, the pain he had been suffering finding reprieve. I could feel his longing to see me each night, so much so that it would force him to bed early so that he could dream of me. That feeling was there when he saw me in the woods and when I opened my eyes after being unconscious after the attack—longing coupled with relief.

Then there is the feeling of protectiveness, like a string linking everything together. Even now, I can feel its power. What surprises me most are the moments of joy I feel from him wrapped around simple interactions and events. Like when I was eating the first meal he prepared for me, when I was wrapped in his arms as he comforted me during my nightmares, or just now when he looked at my face as we walked into this dream house.

My eyes widen as all these raw emotions come tumbling through our bond. Just when I think it is too overwhelming, he does something that stabilizes everything—everything except the frantic beat of my heart.

He bends down and brushes his lips against mine.

Probably because of where the contact is happening, the sparks usually felt between us are threefold, zinging from my lips to the tips of my toes.

My first real kiss.

It's overwhelming. It's intoxicating. Not just this physical feeling but to feel everything he does.

He wants me. He has feelings for and about me. Right now, I can feel lust and arousal course through him, mirroring my feelings.

The moan of pleasure bursts forth, its sound so foreign it takes me a second to realize it came from me.

That sound nudges a growl from him, sending shivers down my body. It's so primal and needy. I make him feel that—me.

Then his arms are around me, and he is deepening the kiss, our lips now firmly molded to each other. Perfect. We fit like we have been born to kiss one another.

I know there is more to this. I have felt the residual effects of this after a dream of him and me. It's not enough. I want to know how it feels in real life. And so I part my lips, allowing his tongue to delve in. He even tastes like mint, heavenly and addictive.

While I might not have kissed anyone before, kissing Hades comes naturally. We move in sync. Our tongues touch, taste, and undulate until our breath is gone.

Only then do we part, and I realize I am clinging onto him with both hands, his eyes dilated as mine no doubt are.

It's so hot in here, and I am panting as I try to ground myself.