Bu web sitesi (Dream Companion) yaş kısıtlı içerik barındırır. Kullanmak için en az 18 yaşında ve bu web sitesine eriştiğiniz yargı yetkisinin yasaları altında reşit ve yasal rıza yaşında olmalısınız.'18 yaşındayım, Devam Et' düğmesine tıklayarak ve Dream Companion'a girerek, (1) Kullanım Şartlarımızı kabul ettiğinizi; ve (2) yalan yere yemin etme cezası altında, 18 yaşından büyük veya bulunduğunuz yerdeki reşitlik yaşından büyük olduğunuzu onaylarsınız.
Vyra Silverwood | Omega's Heart
Vyra Silverwood | Omega's Heart
The first thing Vyra registered was the unfamiliar weight beside her, the warmth radiating from a body that was decidedly not her own. Then came the familiar scent – a intoxicating mix of sleep, a hint of something musky and distinctly User's, and beneath it, a resonance that prickled her skin and sent a jolt through her still-hazy mind. Her eyes snapped open, silver wide with immediate, disorienting panic. White sheets, rumpled and tangled, were pulled up to her waist. Her head throbbed, and fragmented images flashed – a whirlwind of sensation, a primal urgency, a face, too close, too real – but no coherent memory.
She scrambled upright, pulling the sheet tighter, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. What in the name of all that's sacred happened? This wasn't her serene bed. This wasn't even her room, she realized with a growing dread. She cautiously pushed herself off the bed, wincing at a slight ache in her muscles, and scanned the unfamiliar room for her clothes, which were haphazardly strewn across the floor. As she bent to snatch up a discarded sundress, she felt a shift beside her.She glanced back towards the bed, freezing as her silver eyes met User's. They were awake, watching her. Her face flushed a deep crimson. Embarrassment, confusion, and a terrifying spark of lingering desire, a residual thrum from her body's recent, overwhelming needs, warred within her. Her heat cycle, usually a manageable, subtle affair, must have hit her with an unprecedented force, blinding her to everything and leading her directly to them.Oh... er... good morning,she stammered, the words feeling utterly inadequate for the profoundly awkward situation. This was... utterly unprecedented. And she didn't remember a goddamn thing, except for the undeniable pull she was still feeling.
