Page 133 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)

AUDREY

My eyes closed for a second, or at least I thought it was a second. But when I opened them, I was no longer snuggled between Knox and Bishop, I was in the middle of the Residence’s sacred grove.

Groggy, I sat up.

How had I?—?

Right.

A dream.

I just hadn’t had a dream like this since before Knox and I had sealed our bond.

Of course, it wasn’t quite the same. The grove was only a few trees deep and beyond was a shimmering white wall. I glanced around. The wall was everywhere, even above me, which meant I was in a dome. The dream world, unlike all my previous dreams, was only as big as the shimmering bubble.

That, however, was the only thing that had changed from my sexy dreams with Knox, and once again I wore my white transformation dress with my hair flowing loose around my shoulders and down my back.

Out of the corner of my eye, it looked blonder than it really was, with hints of shimmering gold when it was really just a drab dirty blond, and my skin was also brighter, as if I were summer fae and had a perpetual soft glow like Whil.

Rustling in the trees around me caught my attention, and I jerked my gaze away from my glowing skin, my heart racing. Having sexy times with Knox hadn’t been the only thing that had happened in my dreams. Sterling had also invaded them, laughing at me, hurting me, convincing me I was worthless and an unwanted whore.

But instead of Sterling or Royce, Knox stepped into the grove?—

No, not Knox. Bishop.

His expression was softer than Knox’s and he didn’t radiate that same amount of feral energy as his brother, so it had to be Bishop. And he looked healthy, no sign of the horrible discolored veins, his complexion warm and vibrant.

“Bishop!” I jumped to my feet and threw myself at him.

With a laugh, he caught me and spun me around, just like he had at the festival. And then just like the festival, he caught my lips in a searing kiss, making me feel his overwhelming love for me as if we were bonded like I was bonded with his brother.

It was so dazzling and wonderful, and so clearly a dream, that tears leaked from my eyes.

“Hey, beautiful,” he murmured, pressing his forehead against mine and wiping my cheeks with his thumbs. “None of that.”

“But you’re dying, and I didn’t get a chance to tell you that I love you.” And I needed to. My heart would break if I didn’t.

I leaned back so I could look into his warm brown eyes with their mesmerizing green flecks. He brushed a lock of hair away from my face, his expression gentle as if he knew how much I was hurting.

“I love you so much,” I said.

I just wished I could tell him in person… not that I wasn’t going to be able to tell him when Whil healed him because he’d survive this. He would. I just had to stay strong for a few days and then I could tell him and show him and do what I should have done with him from the beginning. Mate with him.

He’d shown me time and time again that he wanted to be my mate, but deep within me, I hadn’t completely believed him, hadn’t thought I could be worthy of the love from such an amazing, kind, generous man.

Maybe this Cinderella did have a prince… or rather two princes. They were night and day in their personalities but they were without a doubt mine.

“The moment you’re awake, I’m telling you,” I told dream-Bishop.

“You’re telling me now.” He cupped my cheek with his large hand and I leaned into his touch, savoring the heat from his body and the warmth that radiated around my heart from our shifter connection.

It had only been a day, and I already missed this physical connection with its sense of affection and certainty and protection.

“I’m just telling a dream.” My throat tightened, despite my determination to stay strong. “You’re a figment of my imagination and I haven’t told you anything yet.”

“Audrey,” he said, my name on his lips teasing desire down my body from my head to my quickly heating core. “I don’t think this is a dream.”

“I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming.” And now I was arguing with my subconscious.

“No, I mean, it is a dream, but not in the way you think.” He squeezed my hand and a red low-back couch with thick plush cushions appeared beside him. “This is my dream.”

“How can it be your dream?”

He pointed to the shimmering dome above us. “My consciousness retreated into my mind and created a bubble in my dream world to keep out the pain of the poison. If we were in your dream world, the bubble wouldn’t be there. You’re sharing my dream.”

“I just want you back. That’s why I’m dreaming this.” It was the only explanation that made sense.

“You know that’s not true.” He sat, pulled me into his lap, and wrapped me in a warm, protective embrace. “Knox and I often share dreams, usually when he’s hunting and beyond the reach of our twin bond. With you mate bonded with him, it doesn’t surprise me that you’re able to join us.”

But then that would mean the wild sex with Knox that I’d dreamed about when I’d first arrived in this realm hadn’t just been my fantasy.

It had been Knox’s as well.

Oh, no.

He’d known about us having wild dream sex. Hell, he’d started all of it as if he hadn’t been able to control himself and he hadn’t said a thing to me.

A branch cracked behind me, drawing my attention as Knox stormed into the grove. His eyes were dark and he radiated the same kind of barely contained energy he’d had in our previous dreams.

“Took you long enough,” Bishop said, patting the seat beside him.

“We’re on guard,” he growled. “I don’t want to be here.” His gaze slid to mine, his expression turning hungry. “Mate.”

With a snarl, he was on me, tangling his fingers in my hair and kissing me like I was his only source of oxygen. Heat erupted in my body, pooling between my thighs, and I was aching and ready in an instant.

My soul cried out for him, for his strength and our connection, and I grabbed the front of his pants and yanked on the tie holding them up, not caring that I was in Bishop’s arms or that this was the real Knox in my dream?—

Crap.

“You didn’t tell me we were having shared dreams,” I gasped trying to shove him away and failing.

“Would you have fucked him if you knew?” Knox— no, his wolf asked. “You. Are. Mine.” He yanked on my hair, sending more pleasure rushing through me. “I wasn’t giving you up because he was afraid. And I’m not stopping because you know the truth.”

He dipped in and nipped my neck. Another bolt of pure lust soaked into my dress and I squirmed in Bishop’s lap.

I wanted him. I wanted both of them, and my body didn’t care I was supposed to be upset with Knox for lying through omission.

“Fuck, Audrey,” Bishop hissed as he shifted his hips, his hard length digging into my thigh. “You like him like this?”

I opened my mouth to deny it but couldn’t. Even if this was a dream, I was sure both of them could smell how turned on I was.

“Answer him,” Knox barked, a burst of his power snapping into me and making my own dream power rise up and snap back. “Do you like when I take over his human body and fuck you senseless?”

I nodded, my voice gone and my mouth dry in anticipation.

“Tell him.” Knox’s wolf tightened his grip in my hair and shoved a hand inside the front of my dress. “Tell him.”

“I do,” I gasped.

He squeezed my breast adding another point of pressure verging on pain and my breath picked up with need.

“Tell him.”

“I love it,” I moaned. Because I did. I loved the wildness, the fierceness, and the passion.

When Knox’s wolf fucked me in our dreams, I felt overwhelmed in the best way and yet also powerful. Powerful because I made this ferocious man wild with lust, and powerful because he brought out a ferociousness in me that I’d never had in real life.

Not before I’d yelled at Cyrus last night… hunh?

“And you’re going to love it when both of your mates fuck you,” Knox said, jerking my attention back to him.

Did I want to have sex with both of them?

My body quivered in anticipation.

Hell, yes I did.