Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 21: (Kaylie)
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 21: (Kaylie) - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie First Oral Sex
Kaylie ... She was Kaylie. She had a name. A name that felt foreign, as if spoken by jaws not made for that word, yet so achingly familiar that She knew it was her name. Kaylie.
And Kal ... his name rang so clear in the air, chasing away the fog to reveal the bright azure sky above. Kal. Across all the realms, across time and space and all realities, She would know him. Her mate. The one that made her heart race. The one whose side She would be at forever.
Shooting up from her bed, covers and pillows thrown by the force of her motion, Kaylie looked with new eyes at the place she’d called her room, so starkly different from their den. Clothing neatly folded and organized in drawers, a messy desk with strewn assignments, it only marked this place a room, not a home. Only He made it home. Only Kal.
Catching her reflection in the mirror, her hair tangled as she’d tossed and turned, her golden eyes flashed in recognition.
Yes, this was who She was. Kaylie.
Feet shuffled outside, the creak of worn stairs summoning her to her mate.
Flinging off the covers, Kaylie bolted for the door, charging down the hallway after him. Leaping into his arms, she fervently kissed and nipped at his skin, drowning out his cry of surprise.
“My mate,” she whined, tearing at the buttons of his shirt, the taste of his sweat intoxicating. “My mate. Forever.”
Kal stumbled backwards over the sitting room couch as she tore at his clothes, locking her lips to his whenever he tried to speak. Rolling over the couch, they landed hard on the carpeted floor, Kaylie astride him as she pulled off her shirt, freeing herself from those restrictive clothes.
“Kaylie?! Wha—”
“Mine,” she growled, her teeth sinking into the meat where his neck met his shoulder, her bare chest rubbing against his as she boiled alive in her skin. The deep rumbling in his chest rose to match hers, the sting of his teeth on her neck the counterpart to her fervor as he rolled her over.
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