Can you tell I’m not looking forward to this dream ending?
Maybe I can fuck her while we’re here without causing her harm.
My dick jumps with joy at that plan.
Her large baby blues fall down to my crotch and widen. I take in her big tits, how her nipples harden beneath her shirt—
Oh, man. She’s pierced. I can see the two barbells on either side of her little nipples through that light gray tank top.
That’s it. I’m having her.
She crosses her arms. “You have two seconds to revise your moronic statement.”
The wolf inside me practically howls, urging me to put this girl in her place. “Or what?” I smirk, amused and so damn turned on by her.
Have I ever reacted like this to a female before?
No. Not me or my inner wolf.
What the hell is it about this one?
She starts storming towards me, murder in her eyes.
Blood leaks out of her neck suddenly, sliding down towards her breasts.
She doesn’t notice.
I do.
She stops in front of me, jamming her finger into my chest. “You think your life matters more than mine? Don’t make me show you just how wrong you are, baby.”
She’s mocking me.
I need to fuck her, now, blood and everything.
But wait. No. The blood.
“Apologize right the fuck now,” she demands.
Demand.
Demand.
Demand.
Burgundy hair that shines almost crimson in the street lights.
Body covered in bright red blood.
My wolf howls louder and louder for her.
“Crimson will demand.”
Those words. The memory. The one thing I’ve been running fourteen-thousand years from—
My death.
A primal fear I haven’t felt since the day my best friend prophesied my death tears up my nervous system, igniting an instinctive response.
My body tries to morph into its wolf form.
I can’t.
I choke on panic at that realization.
My wolf’s still inside me. I hear it wailing for her, this human before me. It’s dying for her.
Dying.
I fall back away from her, shaking.
She follows me, unholy rage in her gorgeous eyes. “Last chance, fuck face. Apologize or I will end you.”
That beautiful fury. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. I don’t even know how I managed to bring it out, but I want more of it. I want to possess that rage while I tame her with my dick.
I’ve never wanted anything like I do her.
Fuck. Fuck. It’s her. She’s the one.
Survival instinct squeezes down around my heart.
I try once again to morph.
I can’t. Can’t change.
Both I and my wolf are powerless because of her.
“The wolf’s power will fall. Pride captive to the whims of the soul.”
I come up against the stairs leading up to a townhouse, Cyake’s words ringing in my ears.
She pushes me and I fall onto my ass on the steps.
“Last chance asshole.” She’s standing over me, panting. Still covered in blood.
Delicious blood.
Fucking shit, I’m . . . hungry for it?
“No, this is your last chance.” The growl of a true beast vibrates behind my tone.
The air around her changes. The heat in her eyes clouds her anger. Even in this dream state, I smell her need for me. For every drop of cum I can possibly give her.
“Or what?” Her question’s breathy, curious, needy.
“Or I’m going to put you right on these steps and fuck you so hard neither one of us will survive it.”
The horniest sound I’ve ever heard come out of a female leaves her parted, juicy lips. “You’d fuck me right on the steps to my house?”
Her house?
I tilt my head back to stare at the address, memorizing it. Fuck it if she’s the end of me, when we wake from this dream I will find her.
“Hunt will be hauled from his peak on the night that she speaks.”
“You want it. More than anything you’ve ever wanted before. You want me to fuck you right here and force you to squirt all over my dick.” Lowering my head, I growl low at her.
“I—I do. Oh, God.” Right in front of me, this beautiful bitch slides her hand into the ridiculous polka dot pajamas she’s wearing . . .
And starts playing with her cunt.
In that moment, for the first time in millennia, I welcome my death.
Lunging for her, I grab her and flip her over, laying her on the steps. She opens her arms and legs for me.
It’s worth it.
The thought doesn’t surprise me anymore.
“The thing that was once most important to him will be the thing that destroys him.”
Right now, she feels so important to both me and my wolf. Worth any sacrifice, even the ultimate one.
I’ll pay the price to have her.
But before I die for her, I’m going to fucking gorge on her.
I lean into her to murmur near her ear, “Outside of this dream, I know you can feel me. Just like I’m feeling you.”
She wraps her arms around me and licks my jaw like she wants to eat me. “I do. I feel you deep in my pussy already.”
Fucking hell, any male could come to love a female like her. Chuckling, I lower my lips to her blood coated throat. The scent lays me out flat, and I feel a painful tingle in my incisors. “Not yet baby, but you will.”
Unable to control the urge, I open my lips over her skin. The anticipation of tasting her blood heightens my need.
I’m a wolf. Not a vampire. My kind despises those blood sucking assholes. There’s only one vampire alive that I adore and that’s because she’s my sister. I’d kill any of them without blinking an eye.
Yet here I am, a second away from defying every one of my wolf instincts all for a taste of her blood.
“What’s your name baby girl?”
She moves under me, a female starving for dick.
I’m going to give it to her but I need to know who’s name I’ll be screaming tonight.
“Soleria. Yours?”
“Ianthen.”
Soleria whispers my name in a hungry tone.
“Sol, baby—”
“Only my friends call me that.”
“After tonight, we’re going to be so much more than that.” I nuzzle her skin with my nose, not caring that I’m getting blood all over it. Fucking shit, it’s so delicious that I start to fear I’ll drain her dry just to drink it all. “I want you to play with yourself out there, in the real world.”
“And you? Will you be doing the same?”
“Oh yeah, babe. I’ll be jerking this cock so hard.” I reach down to tear off her pants—
At the same time that my tongue slithers out to lap up her blood.
Instant. Fucking. Orgasm.
The force of her inside me obliterates my entire identity, a hellish agony that settles deep in my heart. My cock’s still spurting cum when I slide home inside her.
– Earth. Astoria, Queens, NY (USA)
SOLERIA
I need to wake up.
I need to wake up!
No, no. I need more of that huge, perfect cock. More of that exotic, unearthly man.
Trapped between the dream and the real world, I’m forced to feel everything.
The slide of my fingers along my core, fucking me in time to Ianthen’s thrusts.
The phantom pleasure of him over me, his white eyes dilated and enlarged, a vision that’s almost monstrous. Those eyes stare down at me from beneath his furrowed brow.
His furrowed, midnight blue brows, the same color of his chin-length hair.
My blood covers his strong lips, his chin. When did I start bleeding?
Who the fuck cares? I just want him to drink more of me. And I wa
nt . . . “I want to drink your blood, too.”
His head snaps back, exposing his thick neck.
Oh, yeah, right there. That’s where I want to bite him.
Ianthen thrusts harder and faster into me, chasing that orgasm. The pleasure spears me deep in my womb, building, building . . .
“You’re mine, Sol. All mine. When we wake up, I’m coming for you. I’ll find you.”
“Yes, Ianthen, yes yes!”
A loud crashing sound jolts me awake.
I fly up into a sitting position, my mind and body spinning with sensation.
Lingering pleasure.
Loss.
Confusion.
Despair at the realization that Ianthen isn’t here with me.
Was he even real?
He has to be. Lord help me, how am I supposed to live without having him inside me after experiencing that?
Another loud crash almost makes me fall off the bed. Heart thundering, I look around my dark room.
Shuffling. Outside my window. What sounds like an animal sniffing through something. The sound echoes, too large to be coming from a small animal.
I hear a wild grunt. An odd whimper.
Then, the shadow of whatever it is crosses my window.
Holy fuck, it’s huge.
Shaking, I slowly ease off my bed and tiptoe across the carpet. The trunk on the other side of the room has my weapons. I just need to get to it.
The thing passes by my window again.
I fall to my knees to crawl along the carpet before it can see me. Just a little closer . . .
Shaking hands land on the trunk. It takes me two tries to get the combination right. Eyes on the window, I reach inside for one of the crossbows.
Once it’s in my hand, all the fear leaks out of me. I reach back into the trunk for the quiver of arrows. The mystical power in them races up my hand, steadying me even more.
Bewitched arrows. Passed down to me by my grandma before she died. I never had to use them until now.
I want to see that ugly thing outside survive one of these to the heart.
After loading one of them into the crossbow, I strap the quiver to my thigh and head straight for the front door.
Whatever the hell is out there, it’s about to learn that tonight was the wrong fucking night to mess with me.
Sexual frustration makes for one hell of a bad ass bitch.
– Enzyria
IANTHEN
I feel her ripped from me, and the loss of her kicks me right out of the dream. My eyes fly open, locking on the canopy over my head, unseeing.
My vision remains white.
My dick’s trapped in my fist, cum still spurting from the tip.
I groan my siren’s name, thrusting into my fist.
My balls ache for her.
My heart literally feels shattered.
I only had her for a short period of time, inside a dream, but the loss of her feels like it’s killing me.
Killing me.
I let go of my dick and sit up in a panic.
That girl is the one. The one I’m supposed to die for.
No. By the gods, no.
I have to stay away from her.
I can’t go search her out.
I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t.
She didn’t come. I didn’t get a chance to take her there.
My dick leaks underneath the covers.
Fuck, still? The covers are soaked with cum. Soaked. I must have had like seven orgasms during that dream.
It feels like I haven’t had a single one. The hunger for her is pervasive. Virulent.
I lick my lips in search of the taste of her blood.
Her blood? What the fuck is up with that? The thought of drinking blood is repulsive to one of my species.
Forget it. It doesn’t matter. I won’t be going anywhere near her. Fuck what I thought in my dream. No female is worth dying over. Not when I have thousands of them lined up to satisfy my needs.
“Dyletri!”
Cyake?
I focus hard to listen to what’s going on out there.
A low deep voice is talking to Cy.
Shit. I know that voice. It’s Xreak.
He’d only be here for one reason.
Something’s going down on Earth.
Eagerness almost makes me jump out of the bed. I close my eyes and try to control my heartbeat. For a few seconds, I contemplate ignoring Xreak’s presence. Refusing to step foot on that dimension.
I could end up in Japan and I’ll still flash my way over to New York just to hunt that female down.
Fear nearly keeps me rooted to my bed.
Then I remember who the fuck I am.
I’m a god, and no female will make me fall to my knees.
No female will be the death of me.
Especially not a weak human one.
I throw back the covers and will myself clean. Once that’s done, I will my black and blue armor on and dematerialize downstairs.
CHAPTER 15
– Enzyria
DYLETRI
T he echoes of my honesty taunt me. I tried to restrain it, tried to fucking deny it. But it’s there. My powers whisper through me, their voice familiar and damn frightening.
What had once made me Salicyar, God of Lust, roars in my veins. Demands that I flip the girl over, mount her, and pound into her like a monster until sweet relief is mine.
You need her. We need her. You can’t fucking deny this!
And damn the Universe, because the thing inside me isn’t lying.
Ismini’s so wet. Her little clit throbs against the underside of my cock, and I can’t forget how tight she was around my finger.
She stares down at me, her succulent lips all but begging me to bite. Even as her gaze questions me, her tongue trails a wet path across her bottom lip. I swallow back a rush of saliva as my canines dig into my flesh.
“Ismini . . .” I groan, lifting her body higher and raising my head to suck her nipple into my mouth once again. The girl jerks and mewls above me. I growl, my teeth dying to plunge in.
I feel her blood rushing against my tongue. Can feel her heart racing against my face. It takes everything I am to push back the voice in my head that roars for her.
I can’t take her without getting her full permission.
Do it, the bastard inside me demands.
I open my eyes, still not believing what’s happening to me. Vedlyl warned me about this eons ago when I made my decision. He told me that once our purpose is given to us, there’s no such thing as getting rid of it.
No eradicating the powers that are meant to be linked with our beings for the rest of eternity.
I’d known the risks but never believed it would come back to bite me in the ass like this. That a human girl could send my powers hurtling teeth-first out of their cage.
My heart thunders inside me, every beat reverberating between my ears. Every beat sending fresh, heated blood straight to the organ that’s aching for her.
I have to concentrate not to grab her too hard. Not to destroy the fragile body that’s obliterating my common sense.
I tighten my hold on her hips as much as I dare, shifting them back and forth. “I know you can feel this.”
Ismini moans, her hands braced on my chest. My lips part on a shaky breath, as she sits up and begins rotating her hips on me. I arch my back in response, a gasp shooting out of my throat.
Biting my lip, I stare down and catch sight of the most tantalizing thing I’ve ever seen. The head of my cock glistens with her moisture. Her tiny lips are wrapped delicately around it.
Her abs flex with each rotation of her hips, and when I stare back up at her, her neck entrances me.
Head thrown back, she affords me the perfect view of her artery. I see every pulse her heart gives, her artery extending and distending as blood rushes through it.
“You make me so fucking hungry,” I confess, pulling her low and taking soft sucks
of her neck. She gushes onto my dick, and I’m reduced to flat out pleading. “Say yes. Say you want this as much as I do.”
She whimpers into my ear, her hot mouth clamping around my lobe and sucking. The pleasure makes my toes curl. It’s almost enough to push me over the edge.
Her teeth pull on my flesh. “I—I don’t know . . . God, you’re so hard, Dyletri.”
Hearing her saying my name is like being thrown straight into the highest fucking dimension, where only light and pleasure and happiness rule.
I shiver from head to toe as she melts against me. With every thrust of our hips and every pass of my cock against that tight, wet promise of heaven, I’m close to being the first male to dive deep and hard into her. Close to making her—
“Dyletri!”
Ismini gasps and jerks upright. “That wasn’t me.”
Clearly.
Her sudden movement almost causes my dick to slide right into her, and I want to yell in frustrated rage at the near miss.
“I know it wasn’t, these fucking Gods be damned.”
I clench my eyes shut and take a few ragged breaths, desperately trying not to grab her hips and take her right then. My dick throbs and remains dangerously close to entering her even as I lift my head and roar at the ceiling, “What the fuck do you want, Cy?”
“Get your ass out here, big man. We’ve got serious problems!”
“Problems bigger than me ripping your arms off and shoving them up your ass?” Ismini lets out a soft giggle at my words, and my dick twitches in response. Despite how monumentally pissed I am, my mouth curves into a half smile.
At least it does until I hear Cy’s response.
“XreakLi is here, asshole. Make of that what you will!”
Fuck. XreakLi?
Xreak is the main Sesengt in charge of watching over the planetary dimension. Specifically, the Earthen sector. Guardians and gods in their own rights, the Sesengt were assigned to watch over the dimensions at the beginning of the Universe, when a reason for the gods to fight emerged.
I haven’t seen Xreak in a long time and I know it has to be bad if he’s here.
Still, I slam my head against the pillow a few times for good measure. I’m dying to ignore all the shit and get lost in the girl on top of me.
“Dyletri?” she asks, her voice small. “What’s going on? Who’s . . . Shriek—Lee?”
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