Chapter 21 Dream Ava
Dream Ava
ELI
I'm hallucinating.
She’s here. Her body. Her scent. Her smile.
I sniff along her neck. I’ve never had a fever dream like this before, but it feels so damn good.
"Mmmmm.” My lips part against her pulse.
“You’d taste so good right here, don’t you think? Should I sample you? Should I fully mount you?”
I laugh at my own joke because it’s not like she’s really here. More pain vibrates through my body until it’s hard to keep my eyes open.
"We need to go to the hospital,” Ava says quietly, trying to get me to the door as I sway against her small human body.
"Predictable.” I stumble back and fall onto the couch.
“All humans are so predictable. As if a doctor could fix the moon.”
"Are you on drugs?” she asks.
I lift my right hand toward the ceiling and stretch it over my head, if only I could cover the moon.
“Drugs, those sound really nice, but they don’t work on my kind.”
"The grumpy kind?” She guesses.
"No, the werewolf kind, remember? Mounting. Claiming. Full moon. You did see my canines, fucking huge, not the only thing that’s huge.” I burst out laughing from sheer exhaustion, from the enormous waves of pain.
“But you saw that, felt that. I was a virgin before you, but I didn’t bite, don’t worry, I didn’t bite.”
"And what happens if you bite?”
"Claim.” Suddenly nothing’s funny anymore, the burn reaches out toward my fingertips like I have a campfire in my chest that’s constantly pushing its flames through my body until I pass out.
“Claim forever, trapped, mated, no point, but no more pain.” I exhale deeply.
“There would be no more pain.”
Soothing cold hands touch my forehead. I grab the wrists, even they feel nice and cool—even though I know it’s a dream I cling to them, my claws detract like they want to mark the pretty skin, but I would never do that.
Never harm someone so cold when I’m so warm.
I smile.
“This is nice.”
"Eli.” Her voice is low. I like it. She sounds like a mountain spring. I wonder if anyone's ever told her that?
“Eli, what do I actually need to do?”
"Naked,” I whisper.
“The pain goes away when I’m with…her, but she’s not you.
You’re just a dream. You aren’t Ava, if you were, you wouldn’t help.
I don’t deserve help. Chased her away. Made her run.
Made her”—I wince—“so angry on purpose, she doesn’t know, she’s not good for me, I’m not good for her.
But I can imagine her and in those brief seconds, the pain lessens.
Always like this, worse now that”—I clench my teeth—"now that I’ve tasted her, that I’ve had her. ”
"Then why not ask her?” she asks.
My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“My burden.”
She pulls away. I barely manage to open my eyes again when I see a top go flying, then breasts, beautiful breasts, I reach out but get my claws slapped away. I haven’t transformed—that only happens if I mate and even then, who knows?
But my claws look huge to my own eyes.
Next, pants are removed, shoes.
"Are you wearing Shrek underwear?” I burst out laughing.
“My imagination, while in pain, is wild. I’ll give myself that much.
” I moan loudly, obviously the clouds are moving past the full moon, scraping against it the way they scrape inside my body.
I can see it in my mind's eye, the clouds swirl around the moon, the moon is me, it can’t help but react in a primal way.
My fangs descend again.
It’s a nice dream still, one where she doesn’t run, where I don’t have to fake it.
“Do I have permission?” Dream Ava asks.
"To exist?” I laugh at my own joke.
“To fuck you.” She answers right back.
I smile to myself.
“I love my imagination.”
“Yeah, okay big guy, just try not to pierce my skin with those claws, what am I even saying right now? Just be careful, no puncture wounds, no biting, or I’ll bite back.
I go even more rock hard than I can ever possibly remember.
“Please fucking do, please bite me, oh shit.” I start to move my hips.
“Do it, bite me, bite hard, bite right, right here, it’s my dream, right?” I turn my head to the side.
“Bite me like you mean it, draw blood and straddle me, sink down onto me like it’s your only hope for survival, but fuck, give me your teeth along with your cunt.”
I feel a cool tongue, my eyes close again, and she’s on me, ready to impale herself on my body, I’m sweating with both pain and anticipation when hair tickles my neck.
“What the hell am I doing?” she says to herself.
"Bite me!” I roar.
“Ride me!”
Dull teeth dig into my flesh as her body sinks onto my cock and I’m suddenly thrust into heaven with the moon, with the stars. I’m hot but cold. I’m free. She continues to bite deep and I continue to move my hips with each suck she takes of my blood with each small bite.
"Harder!” I scream.
“Please!” I move her body, putting my hands on her hips as I slip out of my delirium and face the reality of my assistant making tiny bites along my neck while riding me.
Beautiful sight.
Beautiful freedom.
"So close,” I rasp.
“I’m so close, one last, one last—“ I can’t finish the sentence when her mouth leaves my skin briefly only to come back full force clamping down on the space between my neck and my shoulder.
Her entire jaw is rigid, locked in place, just like I am inside her, knotted, huge, stuck, and still moving my hips despite the fact that I’ve already spent inside her. Hot blood trickles down my chest.
“Drink it.” I urge. Still pulsing inside her.
“Drink it all.”
Her tongue laps everything up, slowly, painfully, erotically, as I stay inside her and swell again.
Finally sane, I flip her over onto her back and start to move inside her a second time.
“Thank you.”
Her mouth is covered in my blood, her eyes dazed.
“Now.” She writhes against me.
“You owe me more vacation days.”
"Lovers now, enemies tomorrow?” I smile a real smile for the first time since I can remember.
“And I’ll give you all the vacation you want.”
“Because I had sex with you and drank your blood?” She wraps her arms around my neck.
"No. Because you took away my pain.”