Prologue #2
We ride through downtown, my brothers whooping and hollering, enjoying the hunt. Most of them will find someone tonight. Feed and come home satisfied.
I just need to make it until dawn. Then the pressure will ease. Then I can go back to my room and wait for sleep. Wait for her in my dreams. Fuck. Five hundred years old and I’m living for fucking dreams…
We’re passing through the arts district when it happens… A scent on the wind. I nearly lose control of my bike.
Chocolate. Brown sugar. Omega slick. FUCKING HER!!!
It can’t be. I must be imagining it. The unbearable hunger is making me hallucinate… But then I inhale again and my body fucking seizes.
It is her. My dream girl. My omega. God, she’s fucking real.
And she’s close!
“Yo, Rahel!”
I don’t hear them calling after me. Don’t see my brothers slowing down. I’m already off my bike, helmet ripped off, following the scent like a man possessed.
Three blocks. Two. One.
To a little chocolate shop with a warm light in the window and a CLOSED sign on the door.
I can see her through the glass. Her curves, deep brown skin, the locks piled high on her head, flour on her apron.
Fucking beautiful. With big brown eyes, soft features, and a full mouth.
Tits and hips for fucking days. Thick thighs.
The same small waist I’ve been circling with my hands in our dreams.
My girl. My omega. My fucking MATE.
When I try the handle, I realize the door is locked. Don’t fucking care. My shadows surge and the wood fucking shatters.
* * *
The Collision
Destiny
He’s huge. That’s my first thought. Massive shoulders in a black leather jacket, dark jeans.
He has to be six-five, maybe six-six, built like a freaking tank.
With tattoos crawling up a strong, corded neck.
And he’s fucking gorgeous! Not pretty or classically handsome, but a real male.
An alpha with manly features. Thick, dark eyebrows.
A strong nose, full lips, cheekbones to fucking die for.
And his eyes are… fucking glowing! Amber like fire, or molten gold, and they’re fucking fixed on me…
I should scream, run, or call the cops. I don’t know… something, anything!
Instead, my whole body goes soft.
Because there’s that scent. Smoke, leather, and something dark. Something that makes my omega roll over and present. I freaking know that scent! I’ve been dreaming it for months. Burying my face in my pillow, trying to find traces of it when I wake.
It’s him.
Oh my God, it’s HIM!!
* * *
Rahel
She’s staring at me like she’s seen a ghost. And I don’t blame her. I just broke into her shop. I’m standing here with glowing eyes and moving shadows, probably looking like a monster from a nightmare.
But she’s not screaming; she’s not running. She’s trembling. And the scent of her slick is getting stronger.
She knows. My omega fucking knows it’s me.
“It’s you,” she whispers.
The words hit me like a punch to the chest. Because I was about to say the same thing.
“It’s you,” I growl back. “You were here this whole time.”
* * *
Destiny
I should be terrified. There’s an actual monster in my shop. With glowing eyes, shadows moving around him (or maybe out of him?) like they’re fucking alive, looking at me like he wants to fucking devour me whole. And all I can think is: the dreams were real! He’s real!!
“You broke my door,” I hear myself mumble.
He blinks. And for a second, the intensity flickers in his gaze. “What?”
“My door.” I point to the shattered wood, going for broke with this insane line of talking. “You broke it. Who’s paying for that?”
He stares at me. Then … impossibly … the corner of his deliciously sculpted mouth twitches.
“I’ll buy you a new door.”
Shit, I’m shaking, slick running down my thighs, my heart freaking pounding out of my chest, and I’m talking about freaking property damage. What the fuck is wrong with me?!
But that’s easier than saying what I really want to say. I know you. I’ve been dreaming of you. Please touch me before I die.
* * *
Rahel
She’s sassing me. I just broke into her shop like a fucking feral animal, eyes glowing, shadows flaring, and she’s giving me shit about her fucking door.
Fucking ridiculous, perfect, maddening woman.
“I’ve been starving for six fucking months,” I rumble, stalking closer.
She backs until her mouthwatering hips hit the counter.
“I’ve been dreaming of a woman I didn’t think existed.
And now I find out you’re real, and you’re standing in front of me smelling like everything I’ve ever wanted, and you’re fucking worried about a fucking door. ”
I’m flooded with relief, lust, and joy like I’ve never felt. Ever before.
She whispers, staring at me through long, thick lashes, “It was an expensive door.”
I chuckle. “I’ll buy you ten doors.”
Her smile is everything. Soft, teasing, sexy… Happy. “That’s excessive.”
I rumble, “Destiny.”
She freezes, full lips parting on a gasp. “How do you know my name?”
There’s no rational reason for me to know it, but it falls from my lips as if I’ve been saying it forever. Like I’ve been moaning it in my dreams.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “I don’t know anything except I’ve been waiting for you for five hundred years and if I don’t touch you in the next ten seconds, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
* * *
Destiny
Five hundred years. This… man has been alive for five hundred years! Waiting for me… He’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that matters. Like I freaking hung the moon. Like he’ll fucking burn down the entire fucking world if I ask him to.
My omega is fucking screaming. My heat that has been building for days slams into me like a tsunami. I gasp, doubling over, slick gushing between my thighs.
“Oh, God…”
He’s on me in a second. His huge hands catch me, pulling me against his massive chest. Fuck, he’s so freaking hot! He feels like a furnace. And the savage growl he lets out vibrates through my whole fucking body. So fucking sexy!!!
“I got you, little one.” His voice is pure gravel. “Fuck, you smell so fucking good… I got you, Destiny. I got you.”
* * *
Rahel
My mate’s heat is hitting, and she smells like… everything good and sweet and goddamn delicious. I’m going to die if I don’t get inside her right fucking now.
“Want me to wait?” I growl against her dampening skin. “Tell me to stop, and I will…”
“Don’t you dare.” She grabs my jacket, yanking me closer. “Don’t you dare stop. I’ve been waiting for you too, asshole. Now, do what you’ve been doing in my dreams. Fucking ruin me.”