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Adalyn cried out my name, her nails digging into my head. I smiled as I lapped at her heat until I felt a rush of arousal soaking her entrance. Her taste was delicious and addictive, and I couldn’t pull myself away from her until I had made sure she was fully cleaned of any further essence.
Even as I pulled away, I couldn’t help but grin at her, knowing full well my mouth would glisten with her release.
“I want to show you what I found,” I told her, catching her off-guard.
She blinked at me, as if she hadn’t quite floated her way back down yet after her orgasm. “What?”
“In the caves,” I told her. “You haven’t been here before, right?”
She only blinked again. “How did you know?”
“You looked too surprised when we came here.” I shrugged. “You know it in your bones and soul because of who the sanctuary belongs to, but you don’tknowit.”
She hesitated before nodding.
I stood up and picked up the robe she had shed before I had entered this cavern. “Follow me?”
I didn’t expect her to trust me when I held out my hand. But she took my hand, somewhat tentatively, and let me lead her from the room.
Chapter 17 - Adalyn
I didn’t know what possessed me to trust Zephyr. Perhaps it was knowing I had sealed every entrance by bringing us in here. Once the spell latched onto the main entrance, it automatically spread to every opening, protection for whenever witches found refuge and sanctuary here.
He led me past the pool and down an endless tunnel that only spiraled into darkness. And, still, I trusted him. Even when I couldn’t see our hands in front of us, he talked to me. He told me about how it felt to shift. Zephyr let me latch onto his voice as we walked through the dark.
“Scared of the dark?” he asked.
“No,” I answered.At least not the fully pitch-black kind.
“I must admit it’s a bit creepier when I’m not a wolf,” he muttered.
So he truly had walked through our sanctuary as a wolf. My cleanse had settled my soul, but it had only made me feel closer to Zephyr. It was as if my bloodline had looked upon me and heard my apology but still saidwe find it agreeable. Or perhaps that was my imagination.
“Okay,” he said, “It’s just up ahead.”
“How can you tell?”
“I have great tracking senses,” he answered.
We veered right—and entered a small, low-ceilinged room with nothing in there, but a bundle of blankets and cushions that I recognized were from our bed.
Ourbed, I realized I had thought.
But then I looked up.
There was a small circular opening in the room—another entrance, sealed off with that shimmering glow—and the sky stretched out through it.
“I call it the stargazing room,” Zephyr said, striding into the room. He had snagged one of the robes that witches usually made use of. It was too small, but he didn’t seem at all bothered. He spread his arms out as if he belonged in there.Typical shifter, I thought, but I was smiling. Outside, the sky had grown dark, making me realize how long I had been locked in the cleanse. My legs still trembled from the unexpected orgasm Zephyr had given me. He’d filled my vision, demanding my attention, and I had made him work for it.
I didn’t know what had changed between us, but I knew what he was talking about when he said he didn’t want me far from him. I felt attuned to him now as well, like a string tying us together that pulled noticeably whenever we were parted.
The stars were out above us, and I spun around slowly, trying to see everything from that small circular window.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmured.
Zephyr caught my eye, and a smile, softer than I had seen from him before appeared on his face. “I had a plan to bring you here earlier, so I gathered all our bed coverings. I hope that’s okay.”
It was the first time he had checked without a hint of mockery. There was still that teasing glint in his eye, but his tone let me know he was being serious.
