[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 377: When Love Speaks in Dreams

~Zayn’s POV~

While I found comfort in her arrival, Evric was a whirlwind of focused energy. His side of the preparations moved with military precision; he was overseeing security, guest lists, and the finer details of the venue. I knew he wanted every second of our day to be perfect, a testament to how much he valued us.

Meanwhile, my friends made sure I knew they were there for me, mostly by blowing up my phone every few hours. My screen was a constant rotation of Dean, Nantam, and Nicki. They were hovering on the edge of usefulness, their voices filled with that restless, nervous excitement usually reserved for the grooms.

"Are you sure you don’t need help?" they asked for the hundredth time.

"Anything at all?"

"Just say the word, Zayn."

I chuckled, shaking my head at the group on our conference call. "Guys, I promise, everything is under control. Since the restaurant is handling the food, my staff has it covered. All I need from you is this: show up, look decent, and please don’t try to outshine the grooms at the bachelor party."

Dean scoffed loudly. "Outshine you? Relax. I’m not trying to steal your shine, I happen to look this good without any effort."

Nicki laughed. "That’s confidence. Or delusion."

"Jealousy," Dean shot back easily. "Pure jealousy."

I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. "Just don’t embarrass me. This is literally the one event where I need you all to behave."

"No promises," Dean said with a grin. "But we’ll try. For you."

"Try harder," I warned, laughing.

After the call ended, I was left smiling at my phone, feeling grateful, and slightly terrified, to have them by my side.

As evening settled and the house grew quiet, I found my mother sitting alone on the terrace. I joined her, watching her for a moment before my expression turned serious. "Mom," I said softly, "Dad will be in the city tomorrow morning."

I saw her posture stiffen slightly, her gaze drifting toward the horizon.

"Please, Mom," I said quietly, my voice steady but full of emotion. "I’m not asking you to erase the past or to take him back. I don’t want my wedding day overshadowed by tension. I want to look out into the crowd and see both of you smiling, even if it’s just for me. I want peace, Mom. I want to know that the people I love can share the same space without the weight of old hurt between them."

My mother looked at me, her expression a complex map of old wounds and current love. "It’s not as easy for me as you make it sound, Zayn," she admitted softly. "But all my life, my only real happiness has been the hope of witnessing yours and Liana’s wedding days. My joy is seeing you happy. I have worked so hard for everything we have; I won’t let your father be the reason I can’t look at you and smile inside that hall. So, for you, Zayn, I will do everything right."

She reached out, clasping my hand gently, her thumb brushing over my knuckles the way she used to when I was a child. "My little boy has grown into a man," she whispered. "I am so, so proud of you. I’ll do everything I can to make your wish come true."

She studied me for a moment, her eyes full of conviction. "You have such a good heart, Zayn. Please don’t let life harden it. Keep it gentle, keep it clean." Then she nodded slowly. "I’ll talk to him. For you. Just for you."

"Thank you, Mom," I breathed, the knot of anxiety in my chest finally beginning to loosen.

I knew she was making a sacrifice for my sake, putting aside years of bitterness just to ensure my one day was perfect.

I watched her closely, silently wishing my plea could mend what had been broken for so long. More than anything, I wanted my wedding day to be about unity, not just the bond between Evric and me, but a small step toward healing the fractured pieces of my family. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Later that night, Evric arrived and announced he’d be staying over, I felt instantly at ease. After dinner, he and my mother sat together in the living room, talking quietly for a long time. Watching them get along so effortlessly brought me a sense of peace.

The exhaustion of the day caught up with me. I didn’t wait for Evric to finish talking with my mom; I quietly left them and retreated to the bedroom on my own, drifting into a deep, dreamless sleep the moment I lay down.

But sleep didn’t bring rest.

In the darkness of my dreams, I suddenly felt a wave of oppressive, liquid heat. I tried to wake up, but my limbs felt heavy, pinned down by an invisible weight. Then, a voice cut through the fog of my subconscious low, melodic, and undeniably dominant.

"Zayn... Listen to me."

It was Evric. I knew I was dreaming, but the sensation was too real. My mind felt like it was being rewired, my will bending toward the sound of his command.

"Baby, allow my voice to control you," he murmured, the sound echoing in the hollows of my skull. "Let your hands wander... feel the heat of your own skin."

I gasped, my body reacting before my brain could even process the thought. I was a passenger in my own skin, watching through a haze of sleep as my fingers traced the line of my collarbone and down over my chest.

"Zayn... don’t fight it," the voice deepened, vibrating with a terrifying, beautiful authority. "Your body already listens to me. Give it what it wants. Follow the heat."

I was drowning in the sensation. I felt a phantom breeze across my skin, a cold chill that made me realize I was already naked in this mental landscape he had built for me. My hand slipped lower, guided by the velvet tether of his words.

"You’re already this hard, and we’ve only just started," he whispered, his voice so close I could almost feel his breath against my ear. "Your hand is slick now, Zayn. Help yourself. Don’t think... just feel."

"Mmmph..." A broken groan escaped my lips. My hand wrapped around my cock, and the friction felt impossibly real, wet, hot, and electric.

"That’s it," he pushed, his voice tightening with a dominant edge. "Close your mind and see me. Every stroke is for me. Grip it tighter, Zayn. Squeeze until you can’t breathe."