Chapter 11 - Sweet Dreams I

When Alaric opened the door to his bedroom, he was greeted by the enticing aroma of sweet green apple, spice, caramel, and cinnamon. The scent lingered in the room momentarily before Alaric closed the door again. Because it was dark in the room, he moved carefully as he followed the aroma to his king-size bed. Even though it was night, he could see everything clearly as if it were broad daylight because of his Lycan sight and senses. He came to the conclusion that there was no threat inside the bedchamber. Still, he was confident that there was another presence in the room, one that was very much appreciated.

Even before he saw her, her aroma had captured him entirely, and his dick was already twitching in anticipation. Alaric wondered what she might be wearing tonight. Did she let her hair down, and if so, would she allow him to touch her silky, smooth, and soft hair? Furthermore, will she permit him to tug at her hair while he enters her from behind? Or will she braid it this time, allowing him to suck the nook in her shoulder where her neck and shoulder meet? He already loves the idea; will she love it just as much? Will he be able to provoke a satisfying moan from her as he moves his rugged, rough hand over her flawless skin? For a moment, Leif wondered where she liked to be touched. He definitely wants to discover all the spots she likes.

As he got closer to the bed, he could see clearly that she was asleep, her gorgeous hair on his silk pillows. Leif had mentioned earlier that he was willing to wager that their mate had brown hair that was silky, beautiful, and soft to the touch. It seems that Alaric shares his opinion. To stroke her hair would be like touching heaven. It would be addicting to smell, and Alaric frequently wondered whether her hair smelled the same as her aroma. He thought it would be interesting to compare the two.

The sole photograph that they have of her is in black and white, and they are unable to determine the color of her eyes; nonetheless, Alaric has a sneaking suspicion that they would be the color of molten chocolate, burning with heat and yearning for him with the same intensity that he craves for her. Leif, on the other hand, found himself imagining what her eyes would look like in bed when they were mated, with his hard, long dick pumping his cum in her pussy. He can already feel how good they'd both feel, and he buries his hard shaft deep inside her, balls teasing her pussy lips every time he slams back inside her. He'd make sure she was coming hard as her senses were flooded with pleasure, and he'd make sure that she had several orgasms until they were both entirely sated. Leif pondered what her eyes would look like when they were mated in bed. He's curious and badly wants to know the sounds she'd make when she came hard.

She will occasionally choose to wear one of Alaric's favorites—a thin, sensual lingerie or an oversized shirt from his closet—and he doesn't seem to dislike either option very much. She looked really stunning in any of these choices. Still, it didn't matter which one she chose because he would get rid of them sooner rather than later, regardless. He never enjoyed wearing any clothing when in bed, and he won't start doing so now. He also won't put up with being unable to feel his mate's skin if there is any kind of barrier between them.

His mate stirred, and she turned while mumbling in her sleep, the silk blankets covering her slipping, revealing the left side of her breasts. Just peeking out of the sheets are her areolas, all in their dark brown glory—a nice contrast from her pale skin but enough to make Alaric drool and Leif release a deep growl. He noticed a brown mole sitting a few inches from her delectable nipples, oddly shaped like a heart. She is sleeping with nothing on tonight, much to his joy; only the silk sheets cover her delicious rounded ass and leaking pussy, and just thinking about it made Alaric's dick stand rock hard like no other.

When Alaric got closer to her, he was already panting heavily from his heat, and his desire and hunger were dangerously close to exploding out of control. His beautiful mate must have detected his presence and moved again, causing the blankets to entirely fall off her body. The mattress dipped as he placed his weight on it, and as it did, it caused Clara to roll slightly closer to him. Alaric came dangerously close to losing control as his senses went into overdrive; the fragrance of her burning desire filled him, and her heat had an even more significant impact on him than before.

The moment Alaric reached out to touch her, to begin kissing her, and later to make love, she was gone in the blink of an eye with no warning.

Alaric sprang awake with a start and considered shattering something in his room if only it would let him go back to sleep and return to the dream he had been having.

Helplessly captivated.

Utterly enchanted.

Undeniably charmed.

Completely enthralled by her magic.

Irrevocably possessed with beauty

Alaric can discover more words in his vocabulary that can describe how the mating link is tugging through his soul into the depths and crevices of his existence than he was previously capable of. He can perceive precisely what Leif is experiencing since their senses are one. They are both aching to be united with their soul mate and to share her in every conceivable way. Alaric's hard-on was raging due to the mere notion of her skin and how she would taste in their mouths when they kissed her lips and her lips down below. Just the thought of her skin drove Alaric's heart into a frenzy. He has been sporting it for many days, and there is no way his dick could be at ease when all he can ever think about is finally being with his fated mate. He has been sporting it for several days, and there's no other way around it.

If this is the effect that she has on him with only a photo, imagine what it will be like when they are face-to-face.

Leif almost changed into a wolf as he contemplated the possibility of seeing their mate in front of them. Because Alaric can sense Leif's deepest desires, he knows what his friend wants. Because he is a Lycan and feels things ten times more intensely than a werewolf, he is overcome with an overpowering sense of profound desire and an irrefutable connection with her.

He can't stop thinking about her in his sleep lately. The act of claiming their fated mate and becoming one with them is all they can ever think of.

Clara Beaufort. What a beguiling name you have!

In his dreams, Alaric is always reaching out to touch her. Still, the dream will always stop far before his fingertips even make contact with her skin or his lips with hers, and he will wake up on the same scene with a raging heart.

The only thing that Alaric and Leif want to do at this point is seal the connection of their mate bond, which is a promise that Alaric and his wolf made to execute as soon as they find the enigmatic Luna.

Mate. He has located his soulmate.

He had been looking for a long time but had finally found her. Perhaps the moon goddess had mercy on him and his wolf and did not abandon them.

To calm his raging heart and bring down his body temperature, Alaric has been taking ice baths and freezing-cold showers daily. Sometimes he would even take two ice baths in a single day. It's almost as if his body is aware that his mate is in close proximity since he can feel the haze of mating already permeating his blood and slowly blazing in his veins.