She chewed her lip for a moment before nodding once. That was all I needed; I dipped towards her thighs, parting them easily, and viewed the one meal I’ve been tirelessly dreaming about for years. It wept with need, glossy and pink, begging for my ministrations. She was even more beautiful than I remembered.
Our first time had been clumsy, a secret we’d kept to the darkness of the cabin where we knew no one would find us.
This time, though, would be real and purposeful, not hidden in the shadows but kept private in our dream.
I swiped my tongue of her greedily, taking that first taste of her carefully, savouring it. The sharp gasp from Ivy, the gentle buck of her hips, had my mouth watering for more.
I sucked her clit into my mouth before kissing the rest of her, from the folds of her cunt down to her entrance, circling it with the tip of my tongue and wishing I could take her entirely. Ivy moaned, guttural and Primal, a sound I wanted to hear again.
Covering her with my mouth, I plunged my tongue inside and lapped at her, taking every piece of her with even strokes of my tongue. The walls of her cunt fluttered around me, hips moving, seeking more. I didn’t need the bond to tell me my mate was close to her climax. Not when she smothered my face with her warm heat. And especially not when her soft grunts turned into begs for release.
I maintained my pace all the way through her explosion of pleasure. Her cum coated my tongue as she stiffened on the pillow of moss, back bowing off the ground, pushing her weeping cunt further into my mouth.
My name passed her lips like a prayer as she slumped into the ground, panting. I drank up her release, cleaning her thoroughly before finally pulling away. As I did, Ivy pushed up onto her elbows. Her cheeks were flushed a deep pink that ran downher neck. Each breath she took had her chest rising and falling sharply, though it was her eyes that I locked onto.
They were so filled with warmth, my heart stuttered a beat, pounding hard against my rib cage.
“Ry,” she started, voice gentle. “I?—”
Before she could finish, the image of her faltered. Fear flashed across her face, and although I reached for her, tried to keep her in the dream with me, she still disappeared.
And I was once again left alone in the prison of my own making.
71
Ivy
Igasped for breath when I woke, the darkness around me hazy, the reason for my waking unclear.
Half of me was still in the dream with Orion, locked in that moment in the field and the emotions rushing through me. I was still naked, coming down from the high of a climax, wondering how the hell I even got there.
And yet, something woke me. Something drew me out of that dream and away from Orion.
I pushed the heavy blanket off me with a shudder. The bed beside me was cold, the sheets pulled up to the pillow. I frowned and looked to my other side, searching for Thor, but even his side of the bed was flat—unused.
A sick, churning feeling twisted in my stomach as I scooted to the edge of the bed and got out. As soon as I was free of the blankets, a cold chill rushed through me, an icy breeze picking up the strands of my hair.
I shivered, grabbing one of my cardigans, and wrapped it around myself as I turned to the balcony. One of the doors hung open a crack, allowing the cold night air in. No one went out there, so why was the door open? The manor was freezing, especially at night.
Everything in me told me to run. To hide.
And yet I made my way to the balcony slowly, heart pounding.
A lump formed in my throat as my fingers brushed the doorknob. It was only then that I saw him.
The figure of my nightmares.
Dante didn’t move as he stared out over the island, keeping his back to me. My hand tightened around the handle, but I was frozen in fear. I knew I needed to run. Hide. Find my mates and…
Where were my mates? They wouldn’t leave me. The only times I got to be alone were when I needed me time in the bathroom. And even then, they tended to hover.
My breaths came faster as Dante turned. The light of the full moon highlighted his twisted features, revealing the darkness of his eyes, the cruel curve of his lips.
As soon as his gaze landed on me, he grinned. Feral. Evil.
Dante took a step, never crossing into the room. “I’m going to find you,” he hissed, hands curling into fists. “You know I will. I always do. You think because I don’t have Adrian or your little pets that I don’t have my ways? You are still mine. Still my prisoner. Still my captive. You wear my collar. You can’t escape me. You won’t everescape me.”
I couldn’t move, frozen in place as he closed the distance between us. I felt his breath fan my face as he leaned in, the stench of his cologne as it tickled my nose. I wanted to throw up, his proximity making my skin crawl.
