Chapter 14
Dream
The world was a blur of friction and shadow. I strained against the heavy darkness, trying to claw my way back to the surface of consciousness, but my wrists were chained. Trapped. I struggled to open my eyes, my breath hitching as the heat of another—large and solid—pressed against mine.
The air smelled of salt and scorched earth. A hot, wet trail of fire moved along my neck. I willed my limbs to move, but they were useless. A low, guttural groan vibrated against my skin.
“Adealine,” he moaned.
The name was lost on me, a memory I didn’t own. Suddenly, sharp teeth clamped down on my bottom lip. The copper tang of blood filled my mouth. My body jerked, forced into a pulsing rhythm.
“I’ve waited so long.”
My eyes snapped open. Above me, a silhouette swayed with every brutal thrust. He wasn’t looking at my face; his gaze was fixed downward, obsessed with the point where our bodies collided.
I watched the play of moonlight over the hard ridges of his abs, the frantic flex of his hips.
He pulled back before driving into me to the hilt.
The impact made my head snap back against the earth. A deafening ringing filled my ears, threatening to shatter my skull.
I screamed for my wolf. Nothing. She was a void. I was alone in my own skin.
I whimpered as he reached deeper, the friction turning from heat to a sharp, localized pain.
His eyes snapped up. The warmth I once thought I saw in those depths was gone, replaced by a cold, glittering lust that pushed down on my chest. His hand moved, fingers wrapping around my throat—not to kill, but to possess.
“I chose you then, and I choose you now,” he murmured against my skin.
His lips trailed down my throat. I had no fight left as he continued his ravaging. Then, the sound: the click of canines extending. They hovered, poised over my jugular.
They broke skin without apology.
A scream tore from my lungs, lost to the wind, as his movements turned frantic. His shoulders blocked out the sun as he came apart inside me, a growl tearing from his chest that shook my very bones. He licked the puncture wounds, the rough texture of his tongue sealing a mark over the old.
“Mine,” he snarled.