Chapter 1249

Chapter 1249:

Dominic paused, buried to the hilt, his chin hooking over my shoulder. His breath scorched my ear, deliberate, taunting.

“Makenna… you’re moaning so loudly. Think Alden’s putting his ear to the wall right now?”

Before I could protest, his hips circled, grinding his cock against that devastating spot inside me.

“Ngh! Don’t…”

But my hands betrayed me, pushing at his hips only to cling, nails biting into his skin. Resistance crumbled into a caress. Something in that touch seemed to spark in him. He groaned, swelling thicker inside me.

“Fuck. That’s it…”

His left arm banded across my chest, locking me against him as he pounded into me hard. The pace turned brutal—the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

I clung to him, dizzy with pleasure, each thrust sending waves crashing through me, sweeping me into his current. He moved with purpose, giving me no control.

“Ah… Mm… mm…”

I couldn’t hold back the soft moans as the sensations overwhelmed me.

Makenna’s POV:

Dominic and I had finally made up after a passionate encounter.

As we walked out of the hospital, he gripped my hand with such force it was nearly painful—like he was scared I’d slip away if he eased up.

I started swinging our clasped hands back and forth, giddy. Even the buildings and trees in the streets looked more cheerful somehow.

All of a sudden, a thought popped into my head. I gave his sleeve a little pull.

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“Speaking of that trip to the werewolf mountains…” I paused, my face tightening with worry. “It’s far too risky out there. Leonardo’s eyes and snares are everywhere. I’m not letting you walk into that.”

Dominic came to a sudden halt. He turned to me slowly, his face unusually grave. “I need to do this. Someone’s got to break the ice.”

His words caught me off guard. I stared up into his intense gaze, momentarily speechless.

After a short pause, I let out a steady breath. “Then I’m coming with you.”

“Absolutely not!” Dominic shot back instantly, his expression darkening. “The ancient manuscript makes it crystal clear—the sacred artifact only responds to the blood of the Saint of the White Wolf Clan.”

I rose onto my toes to meet his eyes. “That means I have to go. It’s my duty as the Saint.”

Dominic’s expression shifted in an instant. His face clouded over, and I caught a flicker of alarm in his eyes. “It’s far too risky. I’m against this. End of discussion. You need to do as I say.”

I noticed how tightly his jaw was set, and unexpectedly, a small smile tugged at my lips

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