BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 132: SIZZLING MAGIC OF HAVEN CAVE

Chapter 132: SIZZLING MAGIC OF HAVEN CAVE

{"There’s just some magic in truth and honesty and openness." }

A haze settled over my mind, thick and consuming, as Frery’s fangs pierced my skin once more. The sharp sting melted into something deeper, something intoxicating. His lips sealed around the wound, his tongue lapping hungrily as he drank, each pull sending a slow, burning pleasure through my veins.

A groan rumbled from my chest, my fingers threading into his dark hair. "Freyr..." His name left my lips in a breathless whisper, half a plea, half surrender.

He slurped, his body pressing closer, a low moan escaping him as he indulged in my blood. I felt his pleasure, tasted it in the way he shuddered against me, and it sent a thrill straight through my core. My grip tightened at the back of his head, urging him to take more, to lose himself in me just as I was drowning in him.

A growl rumbled from deep within me, a primal sound, as a wave of heat coiled in my stomach. His feeding was more than hunger, it was devotion, reverence, an unbreakable bond forged in blood and power. I felt myself slipping, caught in an ethereal state where the world outside this moment ceased to exist. The magic of Hanka pulsed around us, but all I could feel was him. Frery. My mate. His mouth at my throat, his breath against my skin, the pleasure winding between us like a firestorm. Another moan, this time from me, as he pulled me deeper into this abyss. And I let him.

Frery’s fangs were still deep in my neck, his body molded against mine, lost in the pleasure of feeding. His soft groans mixed with the rhythmic pull of my blood, and I let myself drown in it, gripping the back of his head to hold him close. But then—something shifted.

The air around us trembled.

A pulse of power rippled through the Haven cave, thrumming in my veins like a heartbeat. The soft glow of the magic meadow intensified, golden light swirling around us, wrapping us in its warmth. The ground beneath us vanished, and suddenly, we were floating—suspended in the air as the energy of the cave came alive.

Frery did not unlatch from my throat.

His grip on me tightened, his body shuddering as the haze between us deepened, thickened, until all I could feel was him, his hunger, his need. The golden light pressed against our skin, merging with the dark crimson magic of his feeding, and I knew, this was the will of Hanka Island. The realm was binding us, sealing our fates with its power.

"Mate."

The word pushed through the mind link, raw and absolute, a declaration of what had always been.

A deep, primal growl tore from my chest, shaking the air around us as the magic flared brighter. Frery moaned against my skin, his fangs sinking deeper, and I gasped at the sheer force of our connection.

Ferry finally unlatched his teeth from my neck, his breath hot against my skin. A shiver ran down my spine as his tongue flicked out, lapping at the wound, sealing it instantly with his dark magic. My pulse pounded in my ears, but my body refused to move.

Then he lifted his head. Our eyes clashed—his deep crimson meeting my golden orbs. A union of light and darkness, of power and fate intertwined. The air between us crackled the golden glow of the Haven cave still pulsing around us as if acknowledging what had just transpired.

Slowly, I raised my hand, brushing my fingers against his parted lips. Frery gasped, his fangs still slightly elongated, his breath hitching at my touch. His eyes burned into mine, searching, questioning, wanting.

"I felt it the moment you first fed from me," I murmured, my voice rough, thick with the weight of realization. "Your power is unstable. Hanka knew it. That’s why the island is keeping us here, to ensure we are not compromised."

Frery’s tongue darted out, a teasing stroke against my fingertips, sending heat coiling deep inside me. My restraint snapped. I pulled him closer, my fingers tangling in his hair as I crushed my lips against his.

The moment our mouths met, a surge of power erupted between us, raw and intoxicating. Frery moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping my arms as if I were the only thing grounding him. My hunger flared as my Lycan power rose but for him, for the connection that had bound us long before this moment. Wrapped in the peace of the Haven cave, Frery and I held each other, our bodies entwined as we drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep. The warmth of his embrace, the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine, and the lingering sensation of our shared magic lulled me into serenity.

Hours later, I stirred, the golden light of the cave dim and soothing around us. I blinked lazily, adjusting to the quiet, only to find Frery awake, watching me.

A soft smile played on his lips, his crimson eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. His beauty, so effortless yet commanding, stole the breath right out of my lungs.

I lifted a hand, brushing my fingers along the sharp edge of his cheekbone, tracing the warmth of his skin. "You are so handsome, Frery," I whispered, my voice still thick with sleep.

Frery chuckled, the sound deep and smooth, sending a pleasant shiver down my spine. He leaned into my touch, his eyes darkening with something I couldn’t quite name. "Not as handsome as you," he murmured back, his lips curling at the edges. "You blew me away the first time I set my eyes on you."

Something inside me melted at his words. The raw sincerity, the way his gaze roamed my face as if memorizing every inch, made my heart clench.

I leaned up, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against his lips, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him—solid, real, mine. When I pulled back, my forehead rested against his, and I whispered, "I am lucky to have you, Frery. I missed you so much."

Frery exhaled, his arms tightening around me, his fingers running through my hair in a soothing rhythm. "I missed you too, Tor," he murmured against my lips. "More than you know."

And in the quiet of the Haven cave, surrounded by magic and fate, I held him closer, vowing never to let him go again. Wrapped in the golden glow of the Haven cave, the energy of the realm humming softly around us, I pulled Frery into my arms, needing him closer, needing to feel the warmth of his body against mine. Without hesitation, he climbed onto my lap, his arms winding around my neck as he settled against me. It felt natural, like we belonged at this moment like fate had carved this space in time just for us.

For a long while, we simply sat there, his forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling in the quiet. The bond between us pulsed, a tangible thread of energy weaving us together, shifter and vampire, two souls intertwined in a way neither of us had thought possible. A shifter, forever bound to his mate. A vampire, imprinted to his lifetime partner.

I tightened my arms around him, inhaling the familiar scent of him, the scent that had haunted me through our days apart. "I still can’t believe this," I murmured, my lips brushing against his temple. "That you’re mine. That I’m yours."

Frery chuckled softly, his fingers tracing idle patterns against my shoulder. "Believe it, Alpha," he teased, but there was a softness to his voice, a quiet reverence. He pulled back slightly, looking into my eyes. "The thirst nearly consumed me and I could not believe my luck when I opened my eyes and there you were"

My heart clenched at the thought of him suffering alone. I cupped his face, my thumb brushing against his cheek. "I felt it, Frery. The moment I stepped foot on the island, I knew something was wrong. The bond, our bond, it was calling to me."

He nodded, his eyes darkening with emotion. "Gerod helped me, but it was you who saved me. If you hadn’t come..." He swallowed, shaking his head. "I don’t want to think about it."

I tightened my hold on him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You’re here. With me. That’s all that matters."

The silence stretched between us, not awkward but full of unspoken understanding. We recounted everything, every moment we had spent apart, every step that led us here. He told me of the thirst, the darkness that threatened to consume him, and I told him of the weight I carried, the fear of losing him before I even had the chance to claim him fully.

And through it all, we held onto each other, our bodies entwined, our souls speaking in a language older than time. The love we felt, undeniable, unbreakable, was a force as ancient as the magic surrounding us.

"I never thought I’d find something like this," Frery admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not in this lifetime."

I smiled, pressing my lips against his in a soft, lingering kiss. "Then we make it last forever."

And as we sat there, wrapped in each other, the world outside faded away. It was just us, Alpha and Vampire, though forbidden, fated, and bound.