Chapter 1320

Chapter 1320:

The sensation was electric, a mix of itch and delight that left me breathless.

Jett’s patience waned. He set me down, turning me to face the tiled wall. I braced myself, my body arched, legs parted, vulnerable under his gaze. The view of my wet pussy was clearly visible in front of him.

“You are beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe as he positioned himself, holding his penis.

“Jett…”

My shoulders tensed under his firm grip, my skin burning with awareness.

Jett leaned over me, his chest against my back, resuming his rhythm. The water mingled with our shared heat, the sound of our connection lost in the shower’s steady hum.

Time blurred as we lingered, until Jett finally led me from the bathroom, his energy undimmed.

Jett’s hunger lingered, his single release far from enough to quell his desire. With a gentle but firm grip, he scooped me into his arms, my body limp with exhaustion. He carried me to the bedroom, ready to reignite our passionate dance.

Dominic’s POV:

After suspecting that Makenna might be with the Wizard Clan, Clayton, Alden, and I covertly crossed into their territory. We traced the river flowing alongside the werewolf mountains until we reached its lower stretches.

“This is the place,” Clayton announced, spreading out a map and pointing to a small, unremarkable mark. “Cloverdale.”

I squinted at the village nestled against the rugged peaks. Ramshackle huts with thatched roofs dotted the landscape, wisps of smoke rising from chimneys as dusk settled in. Its proximity to the Wizard Clan’s palace was unnervingly close, making my nerves bristle.

“Let’s go to the village and ask around,” I said, keeping my voice low. With a shared glance, the three of us approached a modest clinic at the village’s edge.

As we pushed open the door, the sharp sting of disinfectant hit us. Clayton produced a well-worn photograph and held it out to the nurse at the desk. “Excuse me, have you seen this girl?”

The nurse studied the image, her brow creasing. “She looks… vaguely familiar.”

My pulse quickened. After two months of fruitless searching, could this finally be the breakthrough?

“Oh, yes!” the nurse exclaimed, snapping her fingers. “This is the girl Kaya rescued! She was drenched and badly hurt when Kaya brought her to her place. I helped tend to her injuries.”

Alden’s hand shot out, gripping the nurse’s wrist. “When was this?”

“About two months back,” the nurse replied, recoiling slightly at his intensity. “You should talk to Kaya. She lives at the far end of the village, by the old elm tree.”

“Thank you,” we said in unison, practically sprinting out of the clinic.

Twilight deepened, the haunting calls of owls reverberating through the woods. Soon, we reached the house the nurse had described.

Its creaky gate swayed in the breeze, and the yard was a tangle of overgrown weeds. Faded, rough-spun clothes dangled limply on a clothesline.

“No one’s here!” Alden shouted, emerging from the house after scouring every room. “It’s empty!”

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