WARNING:- This chapter contains heavy sexual content not suitable for young readers.
Blood. Every place my eyes land I find blood. Its dark colour strapping around me like a vine forcing me to watch and take in the sight filling me with intense fear. The ground is filling up like a closed tub whilst the sky pours, the redness painting my flesh. Looking down at my palm I wonder whose blood this is.
I am drenched in it. My heart thumps, the only time I can feel fear is not of battles but of losing someone dear to me. I am scared. Shivering I clutch my body tightly looking for a way out from where I am locked up.
Trying to take a step forward amidst the bloody storm I cannot move for my feet are clamped to the ground holding me caged preparing me for a show. I quickly kneel my fingers trying to rip my feet from the ground’s grip only to fail and try again.
My vision is covered by the blood that cascades from the sky and I struggle harder not wishing to stay any longer. A sudden stab strikes through my chest and a scream escapes my lips as my eyes widen the truth coming into realization.
I begin to tremble from the tips of my hair to the heels of my feet. My heart surges skipping the beats all I want to do is run. Clutching my painful chest I slowly turn around and a painful wail leaves my chest watching the silver knife plunged into the chest of my male.
“Lumina.” His voice echoes all around me yet I keep my eyes on the one in front of me.
“T-The m-moon…. shall not w-welcome you.” Deimos says to the rogue coughing up blood. The same scene plays in front of me haunting my existence.
“I n-need t-to get to him.” I whisper to myself trying harder to get away from the harsh grip.
“Lumina please.” Deimos’s voice echoes again but all I see is the silhouette of my male dying upon the floor blood gushing from his open wound for it is not this version of him calling my name.
Tears stream down my face and I scream my palms grasping my calf pulling on it with every inch of energy. “Let me go! Let me go!” I screech banging the ground trying to crawl to my male who is dying. There is no movement of his chest for he lies completely still void of even the slightest change. Eyes closed he just lies there in his pool of blood.
The sound of the storm tunes out for the only thing I hear is the sound of my agonizing screams. They are desperate and hard for one to hear, even myself.
“Lumina!” Deimos yells this time, his voice strained to drown with sadness and worry. With a loud gasp, my body springs up eyes pacing scanning my surrounding.
Heart calms once eyes find the familiar room. Our room. The dimly lit bedroom with the only light coming through the windows. I look down to see my shirt drenched with sweat. Touching my face tears land upon my fingertips. Another nightmare.
Finally, I turn to my right to find my male watching me quietly but his eyes speak to me. He is bare off his shirt and pants for before sleep I wish to feel the heat of his flesh on mine. Leaning his weight on his elbow he gazes at me trying to fathom my emotions. He had been trying to wake me up.
My male possesses dark circles below his eyes, his sclera painted with a hue of red. Deimos has gotten better over the past few weeks but his work consumes him. All the duties he had left including training Giovanni he had to take it all up again so once it is over we can return home.
In the morning he deals with the matters of an Alpha, at night he deals with the nightmares’ of his mate.
My eyes scan him from his eyes to his lips, down his neck to his lower region hidden behind the blanket. Crawling towards him slowly not looking into his eyes I straddle him. My heart pumping with anxiety wishing for the comfort only he can provide. His comfort to me is like him rescuing me from drowning in deep waters.
“Lumina.” He calls my name softly face distorted with a worried expression as I strip him off his boxers. He knows what’s coming for it has become almost an everyday thing when the nightmares plague my mind. Sometimes he says he lives through my dreams with me because of the mark but sometimes he cannot and that seems to be the case today.
Pumping his cock trying my best to make him hard, he groans covering his eyes with the back of his palm throwing his head back upon the pillow. I can make him hard within minutes, only I can for my touch sparks a burning need within him that never dies until we both are satisfied.
“Let me feel you.” Is all I say lifting my hips positioning him at my entrance.
“Goddess Lumina.” His voice holds a depth of worry with a hint of understanding but his eyes… his eyes are hooded whilst he raises his head a little to meet my eyes. Excitement floods his system mixed with distress and concern. All these emotions aimed for me.
Biting my lip keeping our eyes connected I slide down his hardness. A soft moan leaves my lips as he clenches his jaw trying to control the beast that wishes for control. He finds it harder to control his wolf for it has a new agenda in mind when he takes me. Pheromones surge into the air covering us in a soft cloud and the smell fuels my desire to have him.
Once settled I begin to slowly ride him and move my hips back and forth like a sensual dance. A dance he feasts on. He doesn’t touch me during these times. He knows I wish for comfort but the beast within him wants to sink deep and take me rough as an animal filled with deep need and passion.
So instead I give it to him. I take him roughly satisfying both of us. Grabbing his wrists I lock them above his head as he leans closer mouth sucking on the flesh of my neck. He can get free if he wishes but he doesn’t, allowing his female control over him.
Increasing my pace I change my movements jumping on his cock, palms flat on his chest for support and he grunts deeply eyes swirling showing the mix of beast and man. They like this. What I do to them. Clutching his wrists tighter I raise my hips and bring it down hard as the sound of my ass smacking against his thighs echoes through the room.
That was my first thrust, only a mere taste of what I will give him.