But it feels nice to dream about being put first for once.
To be saved…
I sigh as Grey’s scent surrounds me.Snow falling over evergreens. It’s so strong that I can almost believe he’s real.
Just like his purr.
It’s a vibration against my ear that pleases my inner wolf.
The memories of our time together are helping,I realize.He’ll never know what that meant to me.
“Ashlyn,” he murmurs, his lips against my ear. “Not only am I very real, but I can hear your thoughts.”
My lips curl.Then this most certainly is the best dream I’ve ever had.
“Not a dream, little riddler,” he says as something wet touches my skin. “Now wake up so I can bathe you.”
My eyelashes flutter, the surroundings confusing and not quite right.
Because all I see is white marble and obsidian tiles.
We’re in a modern bathroom, sitting in a large shower.
I blink, certain I’m seeing things.Where are we?
“My lair in Lunar Sector,” he replies, addressing my thought out loud. “But we’re both covered in blood, so unless you want me to knot you like this, I suggest you let me clean us up.”
I grab his shoulders and try to focus on him. He just saidknot. And I very much want that, yes.Why bother cleaning us up if we’re just going to get dirty again?I wonder.
He lowers his face to mine so our noses are within an inch of one another. “Because I don’t fancy fucking my mate when she’s covered in another Alpha’s blood. Even if it is fucking hot how you shot all those assholes with my guns.”
Water splashes down around us, causing me to glance upward at the showerhead.
I wince, not a fan of the sensation. It feels wrong. All I want is to be stroked and licked andfucked.
“Soon, mate,” Grey says to me, his hands beginning to roam, but not in the way I desire.
He’s using soap to clean the crimson stains from my skin.
I have no idea how we got here. How he arrived in time. How he changed fate.
But I… I’m not sad. I’m elated. I’m thrilled, even.
So thrilled that I lean forward and sink my teeth into his pec, just to prove to myself that this is real.
He growls.
I growl back.
Then another layer of our bond seems to settle into place.
A layer I didn’t realize was missing.
Because Z-Clan Omegas never have to mark their fated mates.
But he’s not all Z-Clan Alpha,I realize, my eyes widening.V-Clan Alphas need that reciprocated bite…
Grey threads his fingers through my hair and pulls my head back so he can stare into my eyes. “I’m going to knot you for fucking days, Omega. Make you come so damn hard that you can barely breathe. And then I’m going to bite you again. Because I can. Because I want to. Because Ineedto.”
