Chasing His Scentless Mate

Chapter 380 Was It All a Dream?

Ava’s POV

I must have been hallucinating.

Joseph walked straight to me, took the keys from my hand, unlocked the door, and after we entered, closed it behind us.

"Let me see if you’ve really forgotten me," Joseph said, then captured my lips with his, giving me no chance to speak.

He held me tightly, pushing me toward the bedroom, kissing me passionately as if he wanted to drown me. I surrendered completely, letting him lead. I had missed him desperately, and there he was, seeming to want to consume me entirely.

Along the way, our clothes scattered across the apartment floor. By the time we reached my bedroom, only I, him, and my underwear remained. Joseph slowly pushed me onto the bed, his eyes flickering with something I wasn’t quite sure of, but it looked like some kind of emotion.

"I wasn’t like this before I met you, I was never like this!" his voice was hoarse and urgent.

He pressed against me, sealing my mouth with his scorching kisses. His hands caressed me, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched, silently begging for more.

Without his lips leaving my body, he began to remove my underwear, his mouth following the path his hands had just traced. When his lips reached my breasts, he took one into his mouth, making me moan with pleasure beneath him. Then, his hot, desire-filled tongue gently licked my swollen nipple. He savored one breast thoroughly before moving to the other, repeating the same actions, making me eager for his next passionate caresses, yearning for the ultimate pleasure he would bring.

After he had finished sucking my breasts, his lips continued downward, kissing my entire body as he slowly removed my underwear. His touch was so gentle and slow, yet it intensified my desire for him to enter me, becoming almost torturous. But my sweet torment was far from over.

Joseph kissed his way up my left leg. He finally removed my underwear completely, tossing it into some corner of the room, which was now filled with intense desire and passion. He traced the same path of kisses down to my right leg, repeating the same actions, removing the sandal from my other foot.

He kissed his way back up my body until he reached my lips, our tongues intertwining, making me tremble as his fingers gently tangled in my hair. I moaned softly as his lips moved to my earlobe, gently biting it before whispering, "You own me, because I think of you countless times every day."

By then I was completely wet, my body burning with desire for him to enter me, but he felt the time wasn’t right. He continued to kiss my entire body, igniting every nerve ending and making me moan under his kisses.

He kissed my private area, licking his lips wildly beforehand as if he was about to taste the most delicious flavor. When his lips descended, I cried out in pleasure.

"Ah... Joseph... ahh..."

I couldn’t even speak; my body was completely dominated by sensation and pleasure. He licked, sucked, and gently bit. Each touch of his tongue made me shiver with anticipation of the pleasure and ecstatic climax to come. He skillfully guided me through depths of desire and intoxication until his tongue entered me while his thumb massaged that sensitive spot, and I surrendered to an intense, shattering orgasm. Then, he drained every drop of my pleasure.

He crawled back up my body, his lips constantly touching me as if marking me with thousands of kisses, until he reached my ear and whispered again, "Ava, you make me find any excuse to talk to you, to beg you that it’s not too late."

Before I could respond, he kissed my lips again, but this kiss was completely different—no longer urgent or wild, but filled with deep emotion and love, as if telling me through this kiss that he loved and missed me. And I responded, because I had missed him so intensely that my soul trembled, and because I loved him desperately.

As he kissed me slowly and deeply, he moved gently inside me. His touch felt like magic, making me forget everything else. I gave myself to him completely.

I was lost in the perfect love he gave me. We moved together, becoming one, reaching the peak together. We poured ourselves into each other.

After we finished, I felt like I had touched heaven. We held each other tight, our breathing slowly calming down. I fell asleep in his arms, feeling safe and peaceful.

But the next morning, I woke up cold and alone. The pain of being abandoned ate at my soul. I got out of bed crying and took a hot shower, starting to wonder if last night had just been a dream caused by alcohol.

The hot water ran down my body, washing away tears that wouldn’t stop. I scrubbed myself harder than needed, trying to wash away memories of his touch, his kisses, his words.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid," I muttered to myself, letting the water hit my face. "You’re losing your mind, Ava."

After the shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and sat on my bed, staring at the wall. My apartment felt too quiet, reminding me how alone I was.

I looked around my bedroom for any sign that Joseph had been here. A piece of clothing, a mark on the pillow next to mine. Nothing. The night we shared felt like it only existed in my head.

"I need to get out of this city," I whispered to the empty room. "I can’t keep living where everything reminds me of him."

Harbor Bay had become full of painful memories.

Maybe I should have listened to my mother when she warned me about this place. About getting too close to anyone here.

I reached for my phone and called my mother. It rang several times before going to voicemail.

"Hey Mom, it’s me. Just... checking in. Call me back when you can." My voice sounded empty even to me.

I hung up and sighed. Mom and Grandma had been traveling so much lately, I barely got to talk to them. Were they really just traveling, or was there something they weren’t telling me?

Just as I was about to put my phone down, it rang. Grandma Hilary’s smiling face appeared on my screen. I quickly answered.

"Grandma! I was just trying to reach Mom."

"Hello, sweetheart," her warm voice came through. "Your mother’s taking a nap right now. The time difference has been hard on her."

"Where are you two now?" I asked, genuinely curious.

"Oh, somewhere beautiful," she said vaguely. "We’ve been island hopping. Your mother needed this break, and frankly, so did I."

"So you really are traveling the world without me?" I tried to sound playful, but there was real hurt behind my words.

Grandma chuckled. "Yes, darling. When we get back, I’ll tell you all about it. Maybe next time you can join us."

There was a brief silence, then she asked, "Ava, dear, is something troubling you? I felt... a disturbance."

Of course she did. Grandma’s intuition was scary good. Some might call it witchcraft, but she just called it "grandmother’s wisdom."

"Just work stuff," I lied. "I’m taking some time off. Actually... I’ve been thinking about leaving Harbor Bay."

"Oh?" Interest peaked in her voice. "Any particular reason?"

I didn’t want to worry her with stories of heartbreak and Joseph Garcia. "Just need a change of scenery. This city isn’t what I thought it would be."

"I understand, dear," she said softly. "You know, I believe you should follow your instincts. We witches have always had strong intuition. Our choices may sometimes bring difficult consequences, but we must follow our fate."

Her words sounded oddly specific, like she knew exactly what I was going through.

"I’ll keep that in mind," I said, not really understanding but not wanting to admit it.

After saying goodbye, I hung up and stared at my phone. Then I opened my messages and typed one to Kenneth,

"Maybe going to the West Coast with you, living with your pack for a while, isn’t such a bad idea after all."