Chapter 18 #2
I realized that the deep, heavy breathing around me came from my nightmares. They weren’t on the bed, but they were surrounding it, and all of them actually seemed rather comfortable. Why had none of them joined me? Was it because this was the wolf’s bed?
I really needed to figure out what his name was, because ‘the wolf’ or even ‘my wolf’ wasn’t acceptable.
Slipping from the bed, I walked out of the bedroom and looked down to the first floor, which was silent aside from the crackling fire throwing shadows on the wall.
Above, another floor up, there was also silence.
I made my way down the stairs towards what appeared to be a kitchen.
It was mostly made out of wood, but there was a tea kettle on the stovetop that was still steaming. Which meant that someone was up…
My eyes moved towards the couch, where a large frame sat facing away from me. Instead of feeling concerned, I almost immediately realized that this was most likely ‘the wolf.’
“Excuse me?” I called out.
His back tensed, and because of the darkness of the room, I was able to see far more details on him than I would have otherwise.
His black hair was wild but soft looking, and his back was completely covered in markings and scars.
I had no idea if he had clothes on or not, but his torso was bare.
The faint scent of pine and night air wrapped around me as I moved closer.
“Go back to bed, Arabella.”
That accented voice. The pieces fit back together a bit easier now that I’d slept some.
“You were in my dream? When I first passed out?”
The man seemed to relax slightly. “I was.”
“So then why do you want me to go back to bed?” I asked curiously. “We never finished talking, and you never told me who you are.”
“It’s not important who I am,” the man said, and when I took a step closer, he disappeared. I jolted slightly in surprise as his arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me against him while I faced forward, my breath hitching.
“I disagree.” I swallowed nervously, running my fingers along his strong forearm. “I want to know who you are.”
I was trying very hard to ignore the physical desire I had for this man, but considering his size, and more so the power radiating off of him, it was a difficult feat. My legs pressed together as my nipples tightened against my shirt, a groan rumbling out of him.
He wrapped my braid around one of his fists as his lips brushed my ear. “I promise you, it is not important.” His persuasive attempt was obvious. “Besides, who I am doesn’t change what I can make you feel, my moon.”
“Make me feel?”
When his other hand skimmed up my hip, moving under my shirt and up my waist, I let out a small whimper of pure need. He was bold in his action, and his hand cupped my breast, his thumb teasing over the nipple as I let out a gasp of need.
I felt my legs open, and my ass pushed back against his hardness, his intoxicating scent causing me to almost feel like I wasn’t really here. I was just with him.
I should have told him to stop, but instead I found myself, needing relief for what he had started.
“I can make you feel so many things,” he insisted, his lips trailing the back of my neck. “Just say the word.”
“I want to know who you are.” I inhaled as he nipped the skin on the back of my neck hard in punishment, causing my knees to break, my hands gripping the back of the couch.
His hand tightened in my hair, and the other moved from my breast down to the waistband of the sweats I wore.
A soft moan tore from my lips as his rough fingers slid down to my center.
He let out a feral sound at how wet I was for him, and his fingers immediately began to tease my pussy, rolling over the bundle of nerves there as I rocked against his hand.
“You smell so good.” His voice vibrated through my being.
“I bet you would feel even better. I never expected to find you, my moon, and now that I have, I want to take all of you. I want to bury myself inside of you. These urges have been buried for an eternity, and now you are dragging them all to the top.”
I whimpered as he slid a finger inside of me and I squeezed around him. “What urges?”
“To slide right into this tight hole, to fill it with all of my seed and mark you.” His hiss was low and almost threatening.
“I have never wanted to tie someone to me so permanently. It’s not because of what you are—that would be far simpler.
It’s who you are. You carry this fucking energy around you that makes nightmares want to do terrible things, Arabella. It was why I took you from the path.”
“Terrible things?” I moaned as he added a second finger into me.
“I can’t.” He offered a tortured sound. “Now that I know what you are, I can’t give into it. I am not better than what they accuse me of if I do.”
“Give into what?” I was so close to coming, I could feel it.
“Into rutting you until you take every single inch of me. I want to take all of you, and I deserve none of you. The urge to breed you is almost overpowering, my moon. You have no idea how much danger you’re in with me.”
The word ‘breed’ had me letting out a gasp as everything around me turned into a scorching heat. My climax blasted over me, causing my head to snap back as I let out a sound of relief.
Why the hell was that so hot?
“Until next time, my moon.”
Everything went dark around me.
My eyes flung open as I found myself in the same bed, covered in sweat, the insides of my thighs soaking wet from having come…in my sleep? What the hell? Had I been sleeping?
My breathing was rough and uneven as I looked around, finding the room empty, noises from my mates floating up from downstairs. Licking my lips, I frowned, wondering why I was having such odd dreams. Or why my body suddenly felt like it was on fire.
The worst part was that I found myself already forgetting this one…