Page 31 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)
AUDREY
Once again, I was enveloped in the rich, comforting scent of wood smoke and my eyes fluttered open to see Knox, or rather dream-Knox, storm toward me from the shadows and into the moonlight bathing the sacred grove beside the alpha’s castle.
Power rolled off him, igniting my desire instead of demanding submission just like the last time I’d had this dream, and my core clenched in anticipation. It didn’t matter that he looked furious, ready to tear me apart. I burned for him, for all that ferocity pounding into me… even if this was just a dream.
“You fought that grimalkin,” he snarled.
Swell. Dream-Knox was going to yell at me like Cyrus had.
I started to rise. No way was I going to face him sitting on the ground, but he pounced on me, capturing my face between his large hands and kissing me with the same wild passion as before.
He pushed me back to my knees, grabbed my hair, and deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, possessing me, stealing my breath, and making the need from our mating bond turn to molten desire between my thighs.
“You fought that grimalkin,” he growled into my mouth. “I knew you were a fighter.” He pulled back just enough for his dark wolf’s eyes to capture me, his gaze boring into me as if he could see my soul?—
No, my wolf. It was as if he could see my wolf.
“I knew the second your soul reached into mine you were my mate. Determined, ferocious, powerful.”
A flicker of ice from human-Knox’s rejection sliced into my need, reminding me that this wasn’t real. “I’m not powerful. I’m?—”
“You’re a fucking goddess,” he said. “You just need to wake up.”
But if I woke, this dream would end and I didn’t want it to end.
“I will make him see the truth,” Knox’s wolf said. “You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and you’ll always be mine.”
The gong of a fated mating call reverberated through me, just like in the dream last night, and I tangled my fingers in his hair and smashed my lips against his. I wanted to believe that mate bonding with him hadn’t been a mistake, that it had been fate, and he was as much mine as I was his.
And for this dream, he was.
The wild thing inside me, my dream-wolf waiting to be woken, flooded my veins, igniting the cells in my body. Power rolled off me, crashing against Knox’s, shooting sparks around us. It thu-thudded in my heart, and another resounding gong boomed, ringing in my ears, my body, my soul.
“Mine.” His grip in my hair tightened and he slipped his hand beneath my skirt and shoved two fingers into my soaking wet core.
I gasped and he pushed his tongue deeper into my mouth, wild, hungry, unable to get enough. His need sang through our bond as aching and desperate as mine, connecting us in a way that should have terrified me, but didn’t because this was a dream.
Except there was also a painful edge to his need, a tremendous fear from human-Knox that wolf-Knox was determined to conquer.
He pounded his fingers into me while his lips on my mouth and his hand in my hair held me captive unable to do anything but submit to the pleasure. The impacts jolted the breath from my lungs and shot snaps of hot-white need through me that added to my desire slicking his fingers.
“Who do you belong to?” he snarled.
“You,” I gasped.
“Who?” He ground his thumb against my clit and the snaps turned into a blazing, twisting inferno.
“You, Knox,” I moaned as the gong sounded again. It boomed through every cell of my body and erupted in my core. My muscles clenched tight around his fingers, but he kept pounding, drawing the orgasm out into ragged, shuddering pleasure.
Stars flashed across my vision again and my breath came in short sharp gasps. I sagged in his arms, but he didn’t give me time to recover. He flipped me over, grabbed my hips, and pushed his thick cock into my entrance.
A long, ragged groan escaped my lips, the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, overloading my senses.
In the back of my mind, I knew it would feel different when I did this for real… although maybe not. I was so wet, so boneless from my first orgasm, that I might be able to take him without pain.
“You,” he said, his voice low and dangerous, making my core flutter as if I hadn’t just come. “You are my goddess.”
He withdrew and pushed back in, again and again, pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts, our skin slapping together, our breaths bursting from our bodies with each ferocious, delicious impact.
Pleasure spun me tighter and tighter and I couldn’t catch my breath or get my bearings. There was only Knox and his cock hitting an amazing spot inside me and our bond blazing with heat and light and power around my heart.
With a snarl, he grabbed my throat and urged me to sit up, capturing me against his powerful, muscular chest while his other hand went to my clit, his fingers hitting the sensitive nub and shooting another small orgasm through me.
“Oh, God,” I said, my body shuddering at his savage, mind-blowing assault.
“More,” he growled, his fingers furiously rubbing my clit, taking that small orgasm and exploding it into spinning, screaming, shattering release.
More stars— no, fireworks tore through me as Knox clamped his canines in my shoulder and came. His cock swelled and his hot cum surged inside me.
He clung to me, buried to the hilt, his tense body wrapped around me and his teeth in my flesh.
Aftershocks rippled through me, over and over again, and I sagged into his embrace, boneless and overflowing with the most amazing sensation.
His canines slowly shrank back to human-size, but he kept his lips pressed against my shoulder.
“I need you, Audrey,” he murmured, his lips brushing my skin and sending a teasing whisper of an aftershock rushing through me. “ He needs you.”
I tried to open my mouth to ask what he meant, but my eyes slid shut and when I reopened them, I was lying face down in my bed in the alpha’s residence.
My body throbbed with unsatisfied need because I hadn’t just had the most amazing sex of my life, I’d only dreamed it. That, and my back hurt a bit.
Right. Cyrus had yelled at me, there’d been blood, my blood, and then I?—
I guess I passed out. Mid-yelling.
Swell.
I turned my head to see if he was sitting in the chair glaring at me again, the movement ratcheting up my need, making me hyper-aware of the fact that I was naked, and that heat and moisture pooled slick between my thighs. It would just be my luck that he’d want to continue his reprimand the second I regained consciousness, and that would probably just turn me on more.
The image of him completely naked, his large, powerful body on full display as he stormed toward me, flooded my mind’s eye.
My inner muscles clenched and a low, needy moan, escaped my lips.
I squeezed my eyes shut fighting to regain some control over my body. Please don’t be in the chair. Don’t be in the chair.
I wasn’t going to survive if he was. I’d beg him to have sex with me, but he’d probably just glare at me, which would turn me on even more because I was an idiot like that.
Fuck. I needed to get a hold of myself.
I cracked my eyes open, but thankfully the chair was piled with the clothes Bishop had bought me and not Cyrus, saving me the embarrassment of throwing myself at him and ripping his clothes off.
Now to just spend the rest of my day… my life like this. Because my state of near-constant arousal wasn’t natural.
Maybe I should have sex with Bishop. Just to take the edge off. He was still the best choice between him and Cyrus, but all the reasons for not sleeping with him were still there.
Which left me to deal with my desires myself, like always.
I turned to push the blanket aside to get up and go to the shower, but just that little movement sent another, more powerful tremor rushing through me. Another low needy moan fell from my lips and I collapsed back on the bed, already panting with need.
Embarrassment burned my cheeks, and I pushed my face into my pillow, trying to stifle the sound. The bathroom was just across the hall, but if anyone was waiting for me outside my door, they were going to know right away that I needed an orgasm, and they wouldn’t even have to smell my arousal to know that.
If it was anyone other than Bishop or Cyrus they’d all think I was at the height of my first heat. And if it was Bishop or Cyrus… I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself.
The only way around this was to try and take the edge off my need so I could get into the bathroom and finish myself off properly.
I rolled onto my back, but not even the sting of lying on my injuries cut through my sex-induced haze. With a groan, I dipped a finger through my soaking wet folds and slid it over my clit. Just a quick one. That was all I needed. But the instant I touched myself, I melted into my touch and my fantasy turned into my dream… and to a very naked Cyrus.