Chapter 1264

Chapter 1264:

But Dominic only increased his pace. I was teetering on the precipice, my body clenching around him, releasing a flood of sensation, a cry of pure pleasure escaping my throat. Dominic continued his relentless rhythm, his penis stretching me, driving me rapidly to ecstasy.

Soon, I was lost in the throes of absolute bliss, wave after wave of shuddering climax washing over me.

Makenna’s POV:

As the first rays of dawn pierced the horizon, the ferocious blizzard that had raged through the night finally relented, leaving a hushed serenity in its wake. I stirred awake to find Dominic already gazing down at me, his eyes catching the shimmering reflection of the snow outside our cave, their clarity almost ethereal.

“The storm has passed,” he murmured, his voice still rough with the remnants of sleep. His warm fingers gently threaded through my hair. “We’d best be on our way.”

“Very well,” I replied softly.

Stepping out of the cave, the blinding expanse of snow forced my eyes to narrow.

After a night’s rest, Dominic appeared revitalized, though the gash on his shoulder remained a grim sight, mercifully no longer seeping blood.

We supported each other, trudging through the boundless sea of snow, each step a testament to our resolve.

Before long, the werewolf cemetery loomed into view, and my pulse quickened with anticipation.

Could the sacred artifact truly lie within?

At the cemetery’s threshold, a troop of soldiers clad in black armor patrolled with disciplined precision.

“They’re my father’s elite guards,” Dominic whispered, tugging me behind a massive boulder. “On my count of three, strike from the left.”

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I nodded, my grip tightening on the dagger at my side.

“One… two…”

At three, we surged forward in unison.

The skirmish erupted with ferocious intensity.

Dominic darted behind the lead guard, felling him with a swift, precise strike to the neck.

I wove through the chaos of flashing blades, my dagger finding the vulnerable joints in their armor with deadly accuracy.

“Guard your right!” Dominic’s shout cut through the fray.

I pivoted just in time, a spear grazing my arm with a stinging bite.

Seizing the moment, Dominic sent the assailant sprawling with a powerful kick. When the final guard crumpled to the ground, my arm throbbed with such numbness I could scarcely lift it.

Dominic fared worse—his wound had torn open, his blood staining the pristine snow.

“Come on,” he urged, ripping a strip of cloth to bind his injury hastily, then pulling me toward the cemetery’s entrance.

The outer corridor of the cemetery stretched deep and labyrinthine, its walls aglow with luminescent minerals that cast light on star-etched stone slabs beneath our feet.

As I stepped onto a slab adorned with the Sirius constellation, the passage quaked, and the ceiling resounded with the grinding of ancient gears.

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