Chapter Twelve #3
She’s confused, but it doesn’t stop her from listening. Lula runs, sprinting hard and fast. She jumps over the trees I’ve ripped from their roots. My mate doesn’t look back. She doesn’t trip. Her strides are long and fast, taking her further and further away from me.
And we can’t have that.
I leap into the air, my hands and feet thunderous against the ground like a stampede of wild animals. I jump onto a tree trunk, using it as leverage to launch myself through the air.
Landing on all fours, a sly snarl curls my lips.
I could use my enhanced speed to finally catch her, but where’s the fun in that?
Lowering my head, I smash into another tree, using my horns to rip it in half, and wood chips scatter on the ground. I use another log for support, slicing through the air and gaining so much ground. I stretch to reach her, and my claw drags across her shirt, ripping a large hole in the back.
Landing on one arm, I slide against the ground until I come to a stop, snow hitting my face.
“Oh, that is exactly what I want, Little Dream.” I wipe the snow from my face, watching her fade into the distance. “Make me work for it.”
Rolling my shoulders, I fall back onto my hands and feet, lowering my head, and run, grunting and snarling the closer I get to her. My horn tears into another tree, then another, bulldozing them down to clear my path.
Roots begin to spread across the ground the closer I get to her, wanting to bind her so she can’t move, but I want to be the one who holds her within my arms. I want the satisfaction of knowing that I caught her.
She looks back, realizing how close I am, and she whimpers, pushing herself to run harder.
But Lula can’t.
When I’m close enough, I jump into the air, my claws hooking on her shoulders, and I tackle her to the ground. Without a word, I rip her clothes off. Not that she’s truly wearing any, this is a dream after all.
Blood drips from the wound in her back, her blood practically begging me to drink as it rolls down the divot of her spine.
Becoming impatient, I tear her pants off, baring her to me. She trembles from the cold, the snow sticking to her skin.
Flattening my tongue at the base of her spine, I lick up to her shoulder, gathering the sweet liquid from the cut.
Flipping her onto her back, she looks up at me with those amber-hued eyes, her teeth clattering together from the cold.
Gripping her by her throat, I lift her, my cock inches away from her mouth. “Suck.”
“I ca-ca-can’t,” she shivers. “Too cold.”
“I don’t give a fuck. I said suck,” I growl with impatience, wanting to feel her mouth around me more than I need my next breath.
Opening her mouth, that familiar scent of her fear hardens me more. She stares down the two and a half foot length, eyes widening when she sees the mouth and sharp teeth around the base. The light is wrapped around me, waiting to place the bulb within her womb again.
Her mouth stretches wide to accommodate me, those big brown eyes watering. Lula’s tongue is cold, but it feels good against the heat of my cock. Teeth try to clink together from the tremors, the sharp pain adding to the delicious sensation of her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise, watching my beautiful mate suck me down the best she can.
Lula hums, licking and sucking each of my piercings, which has me groaning.
I like that—no—I fucking love that. She wraps her hand around my shaft, trying to stroke me in tandem every time she hollows her cheeks.
She pinches the Prince Albert between her teeth, the rod clicking against her front teeth.
Lula gives it a tug, gaining a loud grunt from me.
Her tongue flattens along the ridges of the Jacob’s ladder, my eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
Using her free hand, she cups my large sack, one orb filling her palm. She massages, tugs, and twists before moving to the next.
“Fuck,” I growl in approval. “You’re too good at that. I’m going to need to find all the men who have felt your mouth and kill them.”
Her arousal soaks the air as she moans, the vibration traveling through the hard length. It causes me to stand on my tiptoes, tossing my head back from how good it feels.
She takes about six inches, the tip touching her throat, before she chokes and gags.
“Little Dream,” I tsk, clawing into her scalp again. “You can do better than that.” Thrusting my hips forward as hard as I can, punching through the back of her skull.
Blood and bones soak the shaft, dripping off my cock to stain the snow.
She whimpers, her scent of pleasure switching to fear. I don’t think I’ve ever smelled her so afraid.
“It’s okay. You’ll be fine. We’re mated now. You’re made for me. Your body will give me exactly what I need.” I move, thrusting in and out, the warmth of her blood thawing the cold within.
A tear drips down her cheek. She’s frozen, unable to move, yet underneath all that fear is the lust.
“You feel so good.” I continue to thrust, using her head in the way I need so she can fit me.
The squelching sounds become too much. The way her blood coats me like silk, I can’t take much more.
“You’re being a very good girl, Little Dream. Now, drink every drop of me so I don’t go to waste.”
She whines in response.
My pace quickens, my hips flex harder, her tongue drags across my piercings. She finds a way to flick the tip of her tongue over the crown when I pull back, and that’s all it takes for me to explode.
“Lula!” I roar so loud, the dreamscape vibrates to the point it begins to shatter like glass.
I paint her throat, giving her so much, it begins to drip out of the back of her head.
“Mmm, you’re a filthy cock sucker, aren’t you? You love what I do to you.” I smash my mouth against hers, gathering my come from her tongue so I know what I taste like marinated in her spit.
The dreamscape finally shatters, darkness crumbles around us…
And I wake up with Lula in my arms, more come pumped into her womb, stretching her stomach. The hole in the back of her head is healed, making me smirk.
At the reminder of what she has seen, the broken, vulnerable side of me, I pull her close, her back against my front, and I kiss the graceful curve of her shoulder.
“Forever, My Little Dream. Mi alma lo dice, Lula.”
My soul says so.