His beloved witch

Chapter 27: Fine

-Blanche-

I opened my eyes in my safe place. I was in the meadow where jasmines blossomed beautifully, while their fragrance filled my nose. Although the taste of turmeric was still in my mouth. Turmeric is a warm and slightly bitter spice that has a potent taste. A little goes a long way. Sabrina must have used it in a potion against Andre. I will have to figure out what she did against him and if there would some repercussions on his body.

Crap.

I feel so damn tired; I cannot move.

What was her freaking intention, damn it? Charles is or was engaged to her again. After years of chasing, Sabrina got what she always wanted. That stupid b***h! Once I recover, I will slap her some more for trying to harm Andre.

She could never match my mother. What made her think she could get away with her s**t here, against me?

Never mind, I must focus. I will deal with her and Charles later because now I need to know why I ended up here.

Breathe, Blanche, breathe.

I was exhausted.

Maybe I just need some rest. Sleep… I closed opened my eyes. This is my favorite place, my solace. I felt like letting go, allowing the wind to take me wherever it goes, and just fly with it. But before, I wanted to see the sky.

My sky is blue and beautiful, without a single cloud. When I tried to close my eyes again, the face of Andre came to my mind.

Andre… My poor young Lycan. How long I have been here? He must be so worried. I passed my hand over my face… my mind is not working properly.

The heat keeps rising.

I think I know why I am here, but I do not remember...

Confused, I laid my back on the oak tree. I was trying to sleep under its fresh shadow. But the heat was getting unbearable, its shadow was not enough.

I shook my head. This is a dream! I must have a high fever or something. I am burning. I closed my eyes again. Maybe if I sleep, the heat will go away.

“Blanche!” I heard a husky voice calling me. “Please, wake up.” That voice was so distant… Andre? It is Andre! I wish I could see him. I would like to explain to him, I need some rest. I want to sleep some more.

I closed my eyes, and I probably imagined him or added him in this dream somehow because he materialized in front of me. And it was Andre, but it was not him… Not entirely.

I tilted my head, trying to notice the differences. I saw him naked this morning. It is the same mouth-watering carved pectorals and abs, muscular and toned legs, arms, big hands, and big… I shivered. He had red eyes and seemed taller. Yes, he looks larger than the Andre of my memories, also hairier.

This version of Andre kneeled in front of me, and I stretched my tired arms towards him to caress his face with both hands. He leaned on, enjoying the tingling from our touch.

This one is Andre's Lycan; the one he constantly calls beast.

He was no beast. I know beasts! And this Lycan is a pure soul, a precious child of the moon. A warrior soul, a King.

I smiled, feeling the connection between us throbbing. I missed the emerald green of Andre's eyes, but it was the same masculine features. The same emotion... This is him or a part of him. Yet, I was glad that Andre was with me.

The Lycan did not speak, but his emotions were on display on his face and his body. He wanted me. He needed me and laid his head on my chest while hugging my waist, inhaling my scent as oxygen to live.

He smiled against my skin, purring like a cat, nuzzling at my breast. The tingles made me giggle, and he laughed with me.

Outside of this dream, he protects me from the cold with his warm body and here he cools my skin against the intense heat.

His playful demeanor changed to an aroused one. I was getting wet, reacting to his caresses, and he smelled it, getting hard on top of me.

I felt him, all of him. Since when were we naked?

I shrugged my shoulder at that realization. It does not matter. This is a dream. I can enjoy a dream, right?

Sparks fly between Andre and me when we are together, and here with his Lycan is the same. He makes me feel things I have never felt before.

The Andre of my dreams raised his head to kiss my cheeks, peppering my face with sloppy kisses that I returned, giggling some more.

I must have loosened my mind. But each kiss from my Lycan in my mouth blew air into my lungs. The heat was making it hard to breathe, and Andre fought it, kiss by kiss.

His body was like a fresh blanket over my heated body, but he warmed it in a distinct sense.

Oh Goddess, the friction, this tortuous and delicious friction of his body against mine.

It was not just him who needed me; I needed him, too. I wanted him. He parted my legs with his and settled himself between my thighs while looking at my amber eyes with his red ones.

This is not my favorite position. Usually, I prefer to be on top of the male and be in control, but I liked what he was doing. I really like Andre, and this is definitely a dream. He cannot harm me here, he never will.

Andre kissed me, devouring me, taking all from me. I just did not have the strength or the will to push him away anymore. He has a talent for sucking my tongue, igniting a primitive hunger in me.

I cannot even describe how I feel when he grinds his c**k against my core, heating my insides.

Oh, Goddess, the way he kisses my neck and laps my breasts. He was kissing my belly and my ribcage, holding me under him, grunting with lust. My heart was running wild while my womb ached, longing for him... to have him buried deep inside of me.

He kept rubbing his shaft in the right spot between my legs, earning ragged moans from my lips. I was growing needier with each thrust of his hips.

Andre inserted a finger inside of me, spreading the moist, and then rubbed my clit in a motion that promised me even more pleasure. He was fingering me, and I welcomed it.

I arched my back, feeling the buildup in my center. I wanted it, but I wanted all... I wanted him...

"I want you… inside…" I said between sighs. And he rammed inside of me without mercy.

Fuck! I know am dreaming. Yet, I feel so full, so wonderfully filled by him.

It was so real, so f*****g real.

My Lycan stayed still, allowing me to adjust to his girth. He is not a small guy. And even in my dreams and in his most primitive form, Andre cares for me. In the fog of my lust for him, my heart melted for the male.

Andre smiled deviously at me and kissed me breathlessly.

His mouth was on top of mine... The Lycan King was swallowing my moans while withdrawing slowly and slamming right back in at a steady pace, building the feeling again in me.

He had a good tempo in his movement and caressed me like I was his goddess.

I could almost hear his thoughts in our contact. Mate... Andre always calls me his mate. His soulmate.

There were no sparks, but bolts of pleasure at his thrusts. I mewled, feeling my belly tensing. The knot in my abdomen grew painful, asking for release.

I dug my nails into the ground because I did not want to pierce his skin. Andre has a beautiful body that is tensed by the pleasure he felt. The pleasure I was giving him. That was even more arousing to me.

A growl rumbled in my ear, elating my senses. My stomach tensed more with the increase in his tempo. He was rocking my body faster and rougher, taking me to my peak, where a violent wave of pleasure crashed against me.

It was intense and beautiful. I have never had such pleasure...

This was not real, but I wanted it to be. And I teared up.

My Lycan kissed my face and licked my tears while pumping inside of me. He kept moving during my orgasm, making it last.

The distinctive sound of his body slapping against mine pushed me again against another wave of joy. I was totally out of control... His entire body wound up… his muscles tensed, and he growled as we came together.

Andre blasted his warm liquid inside me, filling me up.

This is a dream. I repeated to myself, despite feeling sore and lusciously exhausted. It was amazing... Best s*x I have ever had.

I closed my legs and arms around him with a grin on my face, sated and happy. It felt so good to be with him like this, but he was heavy. The Lycan smiled in understanding and rolled, pulling me on top of him.

When our bodies detached from each other, I felt his warm seed dripping down from me. My thighs were wet with his c*m. Wow! This was so realistic!

He nibbled my neck softly. Andre wanted more, getting hard again. And I wanted more, too.

“Blanche…” Andre’s voice… He was calling me with ragged breathing. But Andre was gone!

I blinked and opened my eyes only to find myself in a soft bed. This is my room in Andre’s palace. I am sweated; my nightgown was up and around my waist while my hand was between my legs.

I was dreaming of Andre and amazing s*x with him.

My big Lycan King was not next to me, but his side was still warm. The bathroom door was cracked open, and despite the soreness in my limbs, I dragged myself from the bed and walked carefully towards him, hypnotized by his moans and grunts.

Andre was under the shower, pumping himself with his right hand, calling my name. He heaved a low growl once more and came, shooting the product of his endeavors against the tiles. He cleaned himself while I watched him discreetly.

I rushed back to bed, hiding under the blankets.

Although I was feverish, bothered, and wet, I closed my eyes to get back to my safe place where I could ride my Lycan to my heart's content. But I slept dreamlessly.

Damn it! No more delicious dreams for me! Just the cold reality of my promise! I cannot touch Andre for real.

Andre climbed on the bed, and he pulled me against his bare chest, cuddling me in his arms under the cover. He smelled like his fresh shampoo and soap.

I smiled with my eyes closed when his lips met my forehead.

Probably, I need a shower, too, but I do not feel like moving.

I lifted my heavy eyelids and my chin to stare into those beautiful emeralds. I caressed his face in this reality, feeling the sparks of his touch, smiling stupidly at him.

Andre kissed my forehead as I snuggled further against him.

“The fever is gone.” His cheek brushed against mine, bursting bubbles in my stomach. I might eruct pink bubbles if he squeezes some more. I am getting drunk on his sweetness the more time I spend with him. “Sleep. You need more rest.” He ordered me, closing his eyes.

“No. I…” I licked my dry lips. Andre noticed I was thirsty and moved to pour a glass of water for me.

He even helped me to drink the water.

We snuggled when I finished.

“Sabrina attacked you. You must be angry at me." I could sense his irritation. "My father was here, Francisco… They fought. I did not get to tell you who is my father and there is more…” So much more to say!

“Yes, I am angry at you.”

My heart sunk at his words, and I hid my face, pressing my cheek against his chest, avoiding his eyes. Silly me… The pink bubbles busted against the floor. They were made of glass; I should have known better. Glass shatters easily.

I was about to raise my walls up, to protect my heart, but he lifted my chin and the story in his eyes differed totally from what I pictured in my head.

Andre kissed my lips just lightly and pull my hand to kiss it. I welcomed again the tingles he provoked.

“Blanche, why did you not tell me about the curse on your hand?”

Oh…

“I needed some healing ointment. I left mine at back at my place in the werewolf Kingdom, along with other belongings.” I chuckled without humor.

Andre practically kidnaped me from there. I could not get my s**t together, healing potions included.

He does not have the right to complain!

"If I only knew…" He looked regretful.

I lifted the problematic hand to look at it closely. s**t, the bandage is new. What happened?

“I am sorry. It is my fault.” He apologized, feeling guilty. Ow… He is so cute.

"It is not that bad," I uttered, taking his manly scent burying my face in his broad chest. I was in the mood to tickle him, but Andre held my wrist. He was serious.

"Charles told me it is a curse for stealing. Your grandmother cursed you for revealing who she was... for revealing his illegal lab."

"Do not worry. It is nothing." I ran my fingers thru his silky hair. It was my healthy hand; the wounded one must gross him out. "This kind of curse is like an infection for humans. It needs time to heal with some antibiotics, aka healing potions. It is not contagious and will not harm you."

“Blanche, that is not what I am talking about! You stopped breathing!”

"What? No! It was not that bad. I have treated it at home with excellent results, some time without medicine was not..."

Oh… the spell from Sabrina. That witch got me when she attacked Andre.

“Do not say it, Blanche. Do not freaking say it was nothing! I lose you for a minute, female. A whole minute! I thought you died, and I…”

Shit… It was bad, like really, really bad.

“I am not that strong, Blanche..." He buried his nose in my neck and hugged me tighter.

I moved and rested my ear on his chest. His heart was pumping so fast. Andre was truly afraid of losing me. I did not know how to react. I know he felt something similar when Elias kept me away from him, but now…

He held my face and kissed me desperately, like in my dream. He was taking, only taking. And I was glad to give, to comfort him.

"You were unconscious." I tasted his fear on my lips. "Then you had a fever. A very high fever." He changed more than once. I was not in a nightgown before. "Blanche, do not hide things from me. And do not risk yourself… If you care about me even if it is just a little, do not risk your life... not even for me."

"Andre…"

What is this male doing to me?

I felt like crying, touched by his words.

"I am sorry," I whispered.

Did I ever mention that I hate being wrong? I was careless, yes! But I did not expect a magical attack the day after I placed a protection spell on him! Yet, I could have done things differently.

“Are you angry?” Stupid question, but I wanted him to say no.

“Yes, I am angry at you.”

My heart sank at those words. I hid my face, biting a side of my lower lip. Of course, I have caused a conflict between kingdoms.

I should

build back up my shield against him. But before I could protect my heart, Andre attacked again the insipient walls.

“Please…” He begged me with glassy eyes. “Never do that again.” Andre looked at me with tortured eyes. I nodded, feeling how genuine his feelings for me were.

He kissed my wounded hand and placed it over his cheek. More bubbles erupted in my stomach, replacing the missing ones.

“And tell me everything. I want to know. I need to know. Today, we will lock our door and will not leave this room until you tell me everything. I do not want something to come and bite us in the ass. I do not want to lose you."

I chuckled. The way he pronounced "ass" was funny. He is not used to cursing, but I know he is honest.

My s**t has scared him enough… Let’s see what he does or thinks when he hears more.

"Fine... I was fifteen when Mother Nature blessed me with my powers and then at sixteen…"