99- When Pleasure Turned to Fear
POV Lunara Grimwald:
My hands were trembling, and a thin layer of sweat covered my palms. The effort it took not to feel—to pretend I didn’t care—was immense. In the past, the task had been easier, though. Back when I truly felt nothing.
I was a fool. A complete idiot.
I had almost let myself be carried away, almost lost myself entirely.
After everything that had happened to me, how could I trust so easily again? Had what I went through with Alessio not been enough to serve as an example?
The solution, for someone as deluded as I was, would be to live in celibacy.
And that was exactly what I would do. It was decided.
I closed my eyes and gathered my thoughts. When I opened them again, I was determined not to let it affect me any more than it already had.
I picked up the apple from the counter and sliced it into thin pieces before cutting the fruit into small heart shapes. I looked at one of them and let out a low grunt.
It was a terrible day to make hearts. So I cut each one in half, turning them into broken hearts.
...
I felt the soft mattress against my back as I tossed and turned. I gripped the sheets with clenched fists and gasped, arching my back upwards.
Edric was between my legs, licking my pussy as if it were the most delicious sweet he had ever tasted. His tongue on my clit was hard, hot, and wet, moving up and down, teasing the nerve that caused me to react. He was fast, flicking his tongue and sucking at the same time.
The fluid dripping from my pussy soaked the sheets.
A moan parted my lips. I panted, squeezing my eyes shut and throwing my head back against the pillow. He slid two fingers inside me, fucking me with his hand while simultaneously pleasuring me with his tongue.
I bit my lips hard, breaking the skin with my elongated canines.
I was reaching the peak, about to shatter in his mouth into millions of fragments.
His fingers thrust deep, hitting that spot that made me shiver. The sound of my pussy sucking them in reverberated through the room.
"Edric," I growled his name as if it were a prayer.
I brought a hand down, reaching his head and tangling my fingers in the silky hair. I furrowed my brow, confused. There were no curls, nor soft strands. The texture was somewhat rougher and straight.
My heart raced in my chest.
I pulled my hand back and pushed myself up on my elbows.
Alessio raised his face and smiled at me, fixing his brown eyes on mine.
"I found you, Lunara, just as I promised I would," he murmured.
"Now you are mine and you will never escape my hands again."
Bile rose and a scream choked in my throat.
I tried to dodge him, struggling against the mattress. This wasn't right. This shouldn't be happening.
I needed Edric, I needed to find him.
The pleasure I had felt turned into disgust. Into the purest, most pulsating feeling of utter revulsion.
"No." I shook my head, tears in my eyes.
"You belong to me, you are part of my revenge."
I opened my mouth and gulped air in desperation, as if I were drowning. I tried to scream, but no sound left my lips.
My body trembled in terror as I tried to break free from him and kick him far away from me.
I opened my eyes.
The room was dark and cold from the chill outside, but sweat covered my forehead and the nape of my neck.
I let out my breath slowly, sighing in relief.
It was a nightmare. Just a bad dream. Alessio wasn't with me and he would never lay his hands on me again.
I turned on my side, lying facing the window. I watched the moonlight filtering through the curtains, spreading across the floor.
I had no idea why I was having sexual dreams about Edric that turned into nightmares with Alessio. The Eldoria leader and I had been avoiding each other for the past few weeks, keeping our distance.
The heat I felt between my legs was real. It strongly reminded me of the beginning of heat, but that wasn't the case. It wasn't the time for my heat, and I had taken the herbs on time.
I let out my breath.
My wolf was purring inside me, as if she were needy, desperately needing something, or someone. I had felt her desolation these past few weeks, because of my withdrawal and because of the male.
Although he didn't mistreat me, as he had in the beginning, he was different. Cold, distant, and even seeming a little troubled, as if he couldn't handle his own issues.
I turned onto my back, bothered by my arousal.
My skin was prickly and my breath was visible in the cold air.
I would even think I was going into heat again, if it were closer to the right time. My cycle was still two weeks away; it was impossible for it to come so early.
This was ridiculous.
Why the hell wouldn't my wild nature calm down? I had to admit, the dream had been very intense for a moment, but after I saw Alessio, everything turned to terror.
I had the same feeling I felt when the male bit me. It was wrong, it shouldn't be him. He wasn't the one I wanted there.
I slapped my hands on the mattress and huffed, irritated.
I was so concentrated on tormenting myself over what I felt, that I didn't notice the shadow slinking beside my window.
I went on alert, my body rigid.
It could be Edric. Maybe he had sensed the heat of my excitement, the pleasure my dream had given me. If he came to make the dream come true, I wouldn't complain.
I inhaled, absorbing the scent.
Moss and stone.