Page 100 of Blood Day: Part Two

Yet it felt like a fantasy, too.

A deadly, nightmarish fantasy, anyway. One encased in blood and death and terror. I could practically taste it all on my tongue, only Cedric’s mouth chased it all away, drowning me in his essence, our mingled blood, hisclaim.

My thighs wrapped around his waist as he drove himself forward, making me ache and writhe and shudder beneath him.So full. So intense. So Cedric.

His claim hurt, drawing tears to my eyes, but his persistence forced me tofeel. It forced me to really hear him. To concentrate. Tolisten.

I understood why he’d cut me off and heard how hard it’d been for him. He hadn’t known if I was okay, just as I hadn’t known his status. He hadn’t wanted to risk anyone scenting him on me.

Which was exactly what had happened when that lycan had suddenly picked me out of line—it was because Cedric had connected to my mind.

His original plan had involved sending another lycan in to grab me. But he’d been forced to act sooner than anticipated.

And now we were fucking in a place where we shouldn’t.

A place where we could be caught.

A place where he would be forced to kill anyone who saw us.

But he didn’t care. He wanted to lay claim to my body, to remove the touch of the lycans in this place, to ensure everyone understood whom I belonged to. And also to reinstill his purpose inside me. To remind me of our bond. To coax me into trusting him.

More tears slipped from my eyes, my heart and mind and spirit all battling over the truth. To hope was dangerous. But Cedric… Cedric constantly inspired it. He taught me a new way to live. He showed me what existed beyond this darkened fate.

And yet, I could hear the inevitable outcome of our relationship, the fact that he would have to return to Silvano.

Don’t think about that right now,he whispered.Think about us. Think about my cock inside you. Think about my tongue devouring you.

He delivered a harsh thrust, making me moan into his mouth. His hand wrapped around my throat, giving it a squeeze and cutting off the air before the sound could echo. I jolted, my thighs clenching around him, the threat of this predator fucking me like this… right here… it was too much.

It’s Cedric, I thought, blacking in and out, memories of all our times together covering me in a sheen of sweat that left me shaking beneath him. He didn’t let me breathe. He held me in that state, driving me onward, causing me to dive headfirst into an oblivion I hadn’t even felt building.

And when I woke, it was to find him staring down at me with intense dark eyes.

I blinked, confused. It felt as though I’d been lost to a dream, only to wake with a nightmare on top of me.A delicious nightmare with smoldering irises and a cruel mouth.

My insides burned, my nostrils flaring with much-needed oxygen.

Only to be cut off again by his grip around my throat and his lips claiming mine. I screamed his name in my thoughts, demanding that he release me, but he just started fucking me again.

What is this?I thought, my mind spinning as dots flashed over my vision.Am I…? Am I being bred by a lycan?

A growl in my mind chased me into a dark fantasy filled with fangs and a possessive snarl.

Cedric, I breathed, catching sight of him again, his expression drawing me back into the present with him and making me understand our reality.You’re fucking me.

I’m owning you,he clarified, the darkness in his tone sending a chill down my spine.Now wake the fuck up.

My gaze narrowed.I’m awake.

You’re questioning your surroundings and my existence.He fucked me hard, his grip on my throat tightening again.Do you still think I’m a dream?

More like a nightmare,I thought back at him as I struggled to breathe again.

I’m your nightmare,he countered.And I’m your dream, too.

I almost argued that it wasn’t possible to be both, but I was too busy seeing stars again to formulate the response. He was destroying me in a manner I couldn’t define, breaking down every wall of self-doubt and anti-hope he could find, and proving that we were here.

Fucking on the floor.