He Dreamed With The Wolfless Girl

"Spread your legs wider, Seren."

The voice vibrated against my ear, a low, gravelly rasp.

"It is too dark," I whispered. "I do not see you."

"You do not need to see me. You just need to feel me."

"Rook..."

"Say my name again."

"Rook. Please."

"Please what? Tell me exactly what you want me to do to your cunt."

"Fuck me. Just fuck me hard."

His scent slammed into my senses. A freezing blast of winter night and raw raven feathers. Pure, unfiltered wolf aura wrapped around my naked body.

His cold fingers dug ruthlessly into my hips.

"You are soaking wet for me," Rook growled, his thumb brushing my clit.

"Because you are taking too long."

"I want to hear you beg for my cock."

"I am not begging."

"We will see about that."

He thrust two long fingers deep inside my wet core.

I arched my spine off the mattress. A loud moan tore from my throat.

"Fuck!" I cried out.

"That is it. Take my fingers. Grind on them."

"Rook, your face... why is there mist?"

A thick, grey fog swirled around his jaw and eyes. I reached up to touch his cheek, but my hand met only freezing vapor.

"Focus on my cock, Seren. Stop looking for things you are not allowed to see."

"I want to see my mate."

"I am right fucking here."

He pulled his fingers out. The sudden emptiness made me whimper.

"Do not stop," I pleaded.

"I am replacing my fingers with my cock. Spread them."

He pushed inside me. Thick, hard, stretching my walls out completely.

"Fuck, Seren. You feel so fucking good."

"Deeper. Hit the back."

"I am going to wreck your pussy. I am going to fuck you until you scream the house down."

"Do it."

He pounded into me. Skin slapping skin. The brutal friction burned in the best way possible.

"Rook!"

"Look at me. Look at the mist."

"I hate it. Let me see your eyes."

"Not yet."

He bit down hard on my collarbone.

"Tell me who owns this pussy."

"You do. You do, Rook."

"Fucking right I do."

He grabbed my thighs, pulling them flush against his waist. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting a spot that sent lightning through my nerves.

"Fuck, Rook! Right there!"

"You like that?"

"Yes. God, yes."

"Tell me you belong to me."

"I belong to you."

"Say it louder."

"I am yours, Rook. Only yours."

He growled, a deep, vibrating sound that rumbled through my chest. The pace of his thrusts turned frantic, punishing.

"I am going to fill you up, Seren."

"Do it. Fill my cunt."

"Take all of it."

The mist thickened, pouring into my mouth, choking the air from my lungs.

"Rook?"

Silence.

"Rook, where did you go?"

The warmth vanished entirely. The cold raven scent turned to ash on my tongue.

Crack.

The dream shattered like a dropped mirror.

I bolted upright in bed. My lungs fought violently for oxygen.

"Fuck!" I gasped, clutching my chest.

"Breathe, Seren," my wolf, Lyra, snapped in my mind.

My throat closed up. I swallowed hard, fighting the panic.

My silk pajamas clung to my skin, heavy and drenched in cold sweat.

I sat completely motionless. The night outside the window pressed against the glass, heavy and impenetrable.

My hands gripped the blanket, twisting the fabric into tight knots.

"He was right here," I finally panted.

"He was in your head. Again."

I stared straight up at the dark ceiling. Phantom sensations crawled across my skin. The ghost of his heavy body pressing me into the mattress. The slick friction of his cock stretching my core. The freezing chill of his fingers on my hips.

"It felt too real, Lyra."

"It is a phantom touch. You are driving us crazy."

"I am not doing this on purpose!"

"Then stop obsessing over Alpha Rook before you sleep."

"I do not control my dreams."

I remained frozen, staring into the black void above my bed. The shadows seemed to shift, forming the broad shoulders of the man who tormented my sleep.

"Look at your hands," Lyra ordered.

I did not move my head. I just lifted my hands into my line of sight. My fingers shook uncontrollably.

"I still feel his cock inside me," I whispered to the empty room.

"You feel the mate bond pulling. A bond he refuses to acknowledge in the daylight."

"Why does he hide his face in the dreamscape?"

"Because he hides his true self from us every single day."

I kept my eyes locked on the ceiling. The heavy silence of the midnight hours pressed down on the house, thick and suffocating.

"I hate him," I muttered.

"You want to fuck him," Lyra corrected.

"Those two things are not mutually exclusive."

"Admit it. You are obsessed with a wolf who barely looks your way during pack meetings."

"I am not obsessed."

"Your soaking wet underwear says otherwise."

A flush of heat crawled up my neck. I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Shut up, Lyra."

"Change your clothes. You smell like arousal and panic."

"I am fine right here."

"Suit yourself. But if anyone walks past our door, they will smell your slick."

My grip on the blanket tightened until my knuckles throbbed.

"Let them smell it," I challenged the darkness.

"Reckless."

"I am tired of playing it safe."

The phantom sensation of his teeth grazing my collarbone flared to life. I flinched, slapping a hand over the bare skin, breaking my motionless trance.

"Did you feel that?" I asked my wolf.

"Feel what?"

"His bite. Right here."

"There is nothing there, Seren."

"I swear he just bit me."

I scrambled for the bedside lamp. My hand smacked the switch. Warm yellow light flooded the room, chasing the shadows into the corners.

"Look in the mirror," Lyra suggested, her voice laced with doubt.

"I will."

I swung my legs over the edge of the mattress. I marched to the full-length mirror standing near the closet.

"See? Nothing," Lyra declared.

I leaned closer to the glass. My reflection stared back—wild hair, pale face, chest heaving.

"No," I breathed out.

"What is it?"

"Look at my collarbone."

Right where the phantom teeth had clamped down, a faint, undeniable red mark blossomed on my skin.

"That is impossible," Lyra whispered.

"It was not just a dream."

"He is miles away at the packhouse. He could not have marked us."

"Then explain this."

I traced the angry red skin. It burned hotly beneath my fingertips.

"Maybe you scratched yourself in your sleep," my wolf argued.

"This is a bite mark, Lyra. Look at the curve. Those are canines."

"Alpha Rook is not a ghost. He cannot bite you through a dreamscape."

"Then what the fuck is happening to us?"

A sudden, sharp knock hammered against my bedroom door.

I spun around. My heart slammed against my ribs.

"Who is there?" I demanded.

"Open the door, Seren."

The low, gravelly rasp belonged to the man from my dream.