Tensed desires

Greg’s POV

I didn’t hesitate to give Anna my reply. I needed to make her know that I was on her side. “I’d stand against the whole damn world if it meant keeping you safe.”

For a moment, she just stared at me, the gravity of my words sinking in. Then, slowly, she leaned in and kissed me again, this time softer, more deliberate. It wasn’t just passion—it was a promise. A shared defiance against the forces trying to tear us apart.

But the reality of our situation lingered, heavy and oppressive. We pulled away from each other, the weight of our choices settling in. Anna leaned against the canvas wall, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt as she finally voiced the question that had been gnawing at her.

“Do you think we’ll survive this?” she asked, her voice trembling. “If your brother finds out… if he catches us… do you think we’ll make it out of this alive?”

I stared at her, the girl who had been sent to betray me but had instead stolen my heart.

My mind flashed through all the scenarios—the endless chess game I was playing with Cole, the spies, the politics, the magic that flowed in my veins. It was a dangerous game, one with no guarantees. But as I looked into Anna’s eyes, I knew one thing for sure: I wasn’t going to let Cole decide our fate.

“I don’t know,” I admitted honestly. “But I know this—we’re stronger together than we are apart. My brother doesn’t get to dictate our lives. Not mine, and definitely not yours.”

Anna nodded, her resolve hardening as she took my hand. We were two pawns in a dangerous game, caught between loyalty and love, duty and defiance. But whatever happened next, we would face it together.

The woods grew darker around us, the faint light of the setting sun disappearing behind the thick canopy. The night was coming, and with it, new challenges. But in that moment, in our hidden sanctuary, we had found something worth fighting for: each other.

And then we were kissing, deep and passionate. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, and I could feel the heat building between us.

We pulled away, both of us breathless. "We can't do this, Anna," I said, even as I pulled her closer.

"I know," she whispered. "But I can't help how I feel."

We found a quiet corner and started kissing again. This time, there was no stopping us. Our hands explored each other's bodies, and I could feel her nipples harden under her dress.

I reached down and pulled up her skirt, revealing her lacy panties. I could feel her wetness through the fabric, and I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

I slipped my fingers under the fabric and started stroking her clit. She moaned and pressed herself against me. "Yes, Greg, oh yes."

I continued to stroke her, feeling her get wetter and wetter. I could feel her muscles clenching, and I knew she was close.

"Come for me, Anna," I whispered in her ear.

And she did, crying out my name as she came.

I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed and pulled off her panties.

Spreading her legs, I started licking her pussy. She tasted sweet and musky, and I couldn't get enough.
I slipped a finger inside her, then two, stroking her G-spot as I licked her clit.

She was moaning and writhing beneath me, and I knew she was close to another orgasm.

"I want you inside me, Greg," she said, her voice hoarse with desire.

I pulled off my pants and climbed on top of her. I positioned myself at her entrance and looked at her. “Are you sure I asked as she held my waist and pushed me inside.

She was so wet and tight, and I couldn't help but groan as I filled her.

We started moving together, our bodies in sync. I could feel her muscles clenching around me, and I knew I wouldn't last long.

"I'm close, Anna," I said, my voice strained.

"Me too," she replied.

All those days of tension were over and here we were.

And just like that we were both having an organsmic moment, our bodies shuddering with pleasure.

I collapsed on top of her, my heart pounding in my chest.

We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath. And then I pulled out and rolled over next to her.

"We can't do this again, Greg," she said, her voice sad.

"I know," I replied, even as I pulled her closer.

But I knew I would do anything to be with her again.

Even if it meant risking everything.

“Are you sure you would not want to do this again?” I asked sarcastically as she turned to me, her leg over my lower leg.

“Don’t you dare stop,” she growled as we started to kiss each other.

***

The night was quiet, and the moonlight filtered through the thin curtains of the tent, casting a pale glow over everything. I lay on my bed, my body warm from the heat of the moment as Anna lay beside me, her head resting on my shoulder.

Her silver hair, soft and luminous, was sprawled across the pillow, and her breath was steady, yet there was an unmistakable tension in the air. This was our first night together and I loved it.

I traced a finger along her arm, feeling the smoothness of her skin as I turned my head to look at her. “Anna,” I murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between us. “How did you end up here? In my brother’s court? In my pack?”

Her eyes flickered with hesitation, a shadow of something painful crossing her expression.

She sighed deeply, sitting up slightly as she pulled the sheet around her. I could see the conflict written all over her face, the fear of revealing too much and the weight of secrets she’d kept buried for too long.

But after all that we had been through, after the dangerous dance we had started, I needed to know the truth.

“You really want to know?” she asked quietly, her voice laced with a mix of sadness and bitterness.

I nodded, watching her intently. “I do. I want to know everything.”