by Gift .
"She's just dreamwalking, why can't I reach her?!" I questioned, worry flooding my mind. I tried again, and nothing. I materialized outside of my home to make sure my abilities hadn't somehow been affected and that worked just fine. I materialized back and started pacing in my room, racking my brain, talking with Nero, trying to piece together anything and everything that could make her not accessible to me.
It was possible that she figured out how to use a shield, but who would teach her that type of magic? A shield isn't something she would learn accidentally... Or could she? Honestly with her anything was possible.Even if she did, why would she shield from me? Unless she didn't realize she was doing it. I started to wonder if maybe she knew more than she was letting on and she had been practicing her skills secretly.
I honestly wouldn't put it past her at all, but the problem is even if she figured it out and tried to learn, there are still certain things that only another Reaver can teach. That literally left only one other option, she was dreamwalking in one of the other high priests dreams.
As a high priest you cannot dreamwalk another high priest's dream unless you are invited to do so. Any regular Reaver could dreamwalk our dreams, but none dare and that's the way we like it.
We would most likely kill them if they did anyways. So it is possible for her to be dreamwalking one of the other three high priests just as she did myself.
Now the question is, how the hell did she find out about them? You can't dreamwalk someone's dreams unless you are thinking about them, and unless she found out about them somehow she couldn't be thinking about them.
I decided to go to her house to see if she was in fact dreamwalking. If so, she would be in bed or asleep at least. I materialized in her bedroom and she was there sleeping peacefully.
I admired her beauty, she was lying there so vulnerable and unknowing. I just wanted to wrap her in my arms and never let her go. I sat on the bed next to her and ran my fingers through her silky silver hair.
The thought of her dreamwalking another of the high priests' dreams irked me. Nero growled in my mind at the thought. None of them better lie their slimy hands on her or there is going to be hell to pay.
I materialized back home, I guess it was time to let them know about her, unwillingly of course. I made it my plan to confront each of the high priests tomorrow and see who was experiencing the pleasure of her presence.
And I swear to God, if any of them touched her there will be hell to fucking pay.
Chapter 26
(Rayne)
"Raphael?" I said softly, as I opened the silver door to his bedroom. He was inside at his bar getting a drink. "Well hello beautiful" He said as he turned around with two drinks in his hand. His was silver of course but to my surprise mine was gold which made me think of Raziel.
He started walking towards me as I walked further into the room. We met halfway at the globe and chairs where we had started to read last time, he handed me my drink and motioned for me to sit down.
I couldn't help but admire Raphaels Sheer beauty. He was wearing a solid silver suit jacket and suit pants which I thought would definitely be too much silver but it really wasn't. He had a black suit vest underneath, a black tie and black shoes. The silver suit jacket had black accents but the pants didn't and that made up just enough offset to work.
His hair was neat but a little tousled in the front, and his shining silver eyes seemed to sparkle with his outfit. I could feel him watching me, probably noticing that I was admiring him.
I took my drink from him and sat down as instructed. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Raphael purred. Something about his voice gave me chills everytime he spoke, this time was no different.
He was always so calm and collected, he had such an even demeanor it was hard to read him. It seemed as if the only emotion he showed was in his eyes and they may not be showing it voluntarily.
He was different from Raziel in many ways, but the way he looked at me was the same. "I was hoping that I would be able to read a book with information on Reavers. I don't know much about them, but if I may be one I think I have a right to know more." I said, hoping he would know what book I meant, this being a dream and all.
"You mean the book from the other day?" He questioned, as he snapped his fingers and produced a book with a silver spine. "Drink" he purred while eyeballing the gold liquid in my hand.
I did as instructed, the liquid was definitely alcohol but of course it doesn't affect us like it does humans. I drank the whole glass in a shot form, tipping the gold liquid back and swallowing it in one gulp.
I was surprised when the liquid didn't burn at all like alcohol usually does, instead it was sweet and had a hint of something tropical. A flavor I've never tasted before. I instantly felt the effects of the alcohol and found myself wanting more. I wasn't drunk by any means but I was feeling buzzed, and that was strange after only one shot.
Then I remembered Raphael said the book from the other day.. How would he even remember that? It never even happened, it was a dream. Was it a dream? Is it possible that this was real? I was snapped from my thoughts when Raphael set the book in my hand.
I decided the rest could wait, I had to know what the book said. I crossed my legs on my chair and opened the book in my lap. I could tell that Raphael was watching me curiously but I didn't care. Hopefully I was about to find out a lot of information so the rest didn't matter!
It started out talking about the four Reaver High Priests who essentially ruled the underworld. I was somewhat familiar with this as I had read it in a previous book. I knew Raziel was a high priest and Raphael as well, so I was definitely messing with some powerful beings.
It went on to talk about the history and how the Reavers were made. 'The origin of the Reaver is still somewhat unknown, what we have left now are origin stories. The main story being that there was too much chaos between the species, and a coven of witches decided to end the chaos by creating a superior being, one that could rule the mixed species and bring order.
They gave it all the powers of the other supernatural beings and a few of their own. This is why they are so dangerous.
The witches' plan worked but also didn't work. The Reavers do rule the underworld but all it did was make a superior being that the other species is deathly afraid of.
There was no peace, and the species are still warring. Hmm, I thought, so they wanted this creation to bring order to a chaotic mixed species world and end the fighting and destruction between species. Too bad it didn't work, but of course it didn't, they really didn't think it through. Raphael stopped me, picked the book up from my hands and set it down gently on the side table.
"Would you like to see my garden?" He asked, holding his hand out to me. I so badly wanted to say no and keep reading, but I was feeling tipsy, and something about him just made me want to say yes.
I took his hand and he led me through his home, outside through a back door I didn't know was there. We walked out into the most beautiful garden I had ever seen. It was full of every colored flower I could imagine. Vast vines were growing up over the multitude of arches and fencing surrounding the area.
There were trees and plants littering every walkway. Shrubbery and bushes covered the ground around the paths edges and I couldn't help but notice there was an entire section of different lilies, my favorite flower.
I swear he had every single type of lily in every color and type growing. I was in absolute heaven! We came to a small opening with a silver bench in the middle of it.
We sat down, Raphael snapped his fingers and produced the book I was reading. "I thought you might like a better type of scenery for your reading." Raphael purred.
It may have been the strangely strong alcohol but I was really wishing Raphael would just talk to me and never stop so I could listen to his silvery voice and melt.
"Thank you! I love this garden." I said back, and watched as a smile formed on his lips. I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading.
`Dreamwalking is a practice commonly used by Reavers. It allows them to walk in and out of another's dream effortlessly as if they are actually there. They can also dreamwalk their own dreams and manipulate their surroundings and scenarios. Most Reavers use their own dreams as a replica of their life, and a place where they can go to not be bothered by trivial daily activities.`
"Dreamwalking?" I asked Raphael. "Yes beautiful, it is something we can do easily and we rather enjoy it." He purred back. "Am I dreamwalking right now?!" I gasped.
"You are, which is why you are here. You were last time as well." He replied softly. We locked eyes, Raphaels gaze was deep and fiery. He took the book from my hands and set it down on the silver bench beside me.
He then cupped the right side of my face with his hand, "You will be mine, beautiful" he purred in my ear, making my body involuntarily react to his touch.
I noticed a warm fuzzy feeling across the side of my face under his hand. It was tingly, but also warm and kind of like magic. It was hard to explain, but once he moved his hand I had the sudden urge to be next to him. I was already next to him but I wanted to be closer!
It was like I couldn't control myself, I grabbed him and pulled him into me. My lips met his and it felt as though we were being struck by lightning. Every part of my body wanted to feel his touch.
The sensation was so extreme that it woke me up. I shot straight out of bed and while I was still longing for his touch, I was glad it was just a dream...
Chapter 27
"Dreamwalking?!?!" Wynter screeched after we woke up and she re lived my dream. "So it wasn't a dream after all. Shit..." I huffed. Raphael clearly said dreamwalking was real, it was something a Reaver could do easily and enjoyed it.
It would make sense that I could do it as well. I knew now that I was much more than just a wolf. That would mean I dreamwalked to Raziels dream too, and when I summoned him to my dream with Alpha Drake that was also real, well he was at least.
I wondered how often I had unknowingly done this in the past? Then I noticed I still had that tingly feeling on my face where Raphael had cupped it last night, I got up and went into my bathroom to check the mirror.
That's when I saw it, the most beautiful silver, glittery infinity symbol standing diagonally covered in vines and filigree sparkling right on the side of my face. The filigree and vines were going down onto my neck. It wasn't that small either, it covered basically from my temple to my jawline and then down onto my neck.
“What the Fuck is that?“ Wynter screamed, "hell it's huge!!! Good luck covering it up" she cackled. I gave her a dirty look. The symbol was exactly like the one in Raphaels room, and on the front gate.
My heart fluttered when I saw it, I almost ached because I was away from him, but Wynter was freaking the fuck out, blaming me because I had chosen to go back there. She wasn't wrong, but how was I supposed to know what the hell was going to happen?? Yet another time my damn curiosity got the better of me.
I attempted to wash it off to no avail, it was there, and it wasn't going anywhere. "We have to find a way to get rid of this!" Wynter howled, her words stung a little. "What if I don't want it gone?" I said to Wynter, as I traced the symbol with my fingers and recalled the lightning between myself and Raphael.
"No Rayne, just fucking no. We are going to be with Raziel! No one else!“ She spat. As much as I knew she was right, I just couldn't shake what I was feeling for Raphael. I walked back into my room and came face to face with Raziel.
"Rayne, what have you done?!" He sneered as he grabbed my face to inspect my newfound artwork. My stomach sank when I heard his tone. Fear washed over me. He wasn't just pissed, he was fucking furious. I don't know that I've ever seen him this mad, not even when he killed Eric.
"Holy shit Rayne, you've really outdone yourself this time." Wynter spat. "Fuck Wynter, can you calm down, I'm very aware of the situation I put us in.." I shot back.
Despite the anger in his voice Raziel grabbed me and wrapped me in a tight bear hug. A feeling of security washed over me and Wynter swooned. He pulled away just enough to lock his golden eyes onto mine. I could see a mixture of pain and desire in his eyes, which ignited a fire inside my veins.
I suddenly remembered everything I felt for Raziel in that moment. It was as if nothing else mattered, and I could feel a burning on the side of my face as if my artwork knew I was with someone else, knew I wanted someone else and it was forbidden.
I looked back at him with tears in my eyes, "What is this, what did Raphael do to me?" I asked. I swear I saw hurt in his eyes when I said Raphael's name, followed by rage. "Darling, he marked you. He claimed you as his own... And as long as his mark remains you will have trouble fighting your feelings for him." He said softly but with gritted teeth.
He sat down on my bed and pulled me into his lap. I knew he was fucking furious but he was trying his best not to over react. He traced the mark on my face, and as much as he tried to keep it together I could see the rage in his golden eyes which were actually closer to black now.
"I never marked you because I wanted you to choose me out of your own free will, I never wanted to force you into anything, I've always wanted it to be your choice." He said softly.
His words sent a pain through my chest. This whole time he could have just marked me and I wouldn't have even realized that I didn't want him. He could have had me ages ago when he wanted me. I wouldn't have even put up a fight if I were marked by him, but he didn't... He chose to let me have my free will hoping that I would Choose him.
Guilt rang through my body, how could I be so stupid? Wynter was whimpering at our situation. "But I do choose you! I want you, Raziel." I shot back, not realizing the force of my words. As I said that a sharp burning pain ran through my mark, as if I wasn't allowed to want anyone else and it was reminding me.
I grabbed my face and took a deep breath in. Raziel's eyes lit up at my words but were burning with fury at the sight of my mark causing me pain." The mark will fade darling, so long as the mating process isn't completed. I can't say how much time it will take, it varies.
But I do know the mark will fade faster the less of a connection you share with him." Raziel huffed. "But no matter what you do, you can't complete the mating process. If you do, the mark will be permanent... Do you understand me Rayne??? Permanent. Forever." Raziel spat those last words and I fully understood what he was saying.
No fucking way I wanted to be permanently mated to Raphael. The only issue was getting rid of the mark, it was like it knew what I was trying to do and it was going to stop me from doing it. I didn't want this fucking mark, I wanted it gone, now.
"I have some business to attend to, stay away from the dreams. We will figure this out, I'm not going to let you do it alone." Raziel said, I could feel the sincerity in his voice. He grabbed me again and this time he smashed his lips into mine. Jealousy and possessiveness riddled his hungry kiss.
I reciprocated and I could feel the mark burning and stinging, but I didn't care. Raziel awoke something deep inside of me, something deep in my core. Something Raphael could never touch, mark or not. My mind may not know what I want, but my body does. Plus Wynters commentary is always making sure we don't forget.
Raziel grabbed me and threw me down on my bed as if he could read my mind, ripping my shirt from my body. He positioned himself on top of me, I could feel his girth rubbing against me stirring emotions I didn't know I had. Our lips met again, I could feel his desire, his passion washing over me like liquid gold.
I wanted more, I grabbed him and pulled him into me, I wanted him closer, my mark was burning with rage at my disobedience to what it wanted. Raziel sat up and pulled me onto his lap facing him, with one hand he felt every part of my body and then made his way down into my panties, using his thumb he started circling my clit.
I let out a moan as his other hand wrapped into my Long hair and pulled my head back exposing my slender neck. He buried his face into my neck, the pressure in my panties threatening to expl
ode. I could feel his fangs elongating as he brushed my neck with them.
"Do it" I said with a moan. "You want it darling?.. Say it, I want to hear you say it.'' He purred back, his words fueld with desire. "I want it, please, Raziel'' I gasped, he sank his fangs into my neck just as I climaxed. I can't even explain the feeling of bliss I was experiencing. It was almost too much, and I couldn't help but scream.