Page 38 of Ensnared by the Pack: The Complete Series (Destined Realms #3)

KNOX

Audrey stood in the center of the sacred grove, her white dress luminous in the moonlight, and I knew I was dreaming. Again.

It was the same dream I’d had every night since she’d bonded her soul with mine. She always looked stunned to be there, always so fragile even though I knew she had the willpower of any alpha if not the power, and my wolf always took over and made me rush to her side.

We crashed together like we had all the other nights, and I tangled my hand in her hair and possessed her mouth with a hunger I couldn’t deny, her sweet, fresh scent mixing with her rich arousal and driving me crazy.

It was hard enough holding my wolf back and not giving in to the bond when I was awake, especially when it was obvious she was in a near-perpetual state of arousal, and it was impossible in my dreams.

“You’re not going north,” my wolf snarled at her as he tore open the front of her white dress with his claws and roughly palmed her breast. “I won’t let you.”

“You have to,” she gasped against my lips— his lips.

He captured her face between our hands and pulled back, glaring at her. Her brown, golden-flecked eyes locked with mine and it was as if I could see into her soul.

She ached with longing and fear just like I did and that made my wolf furious. She didn’t believe him when he’d told her she belonged to us. She believed the ice I’d wrapped around our bond to keep her out was proof I didn’t want her.

And I didn’t. Just thinking about the bond made my pulse pick up with fear and anger. She’d trapped us. She’d fucking trapped us and going north was the only way to escape, no matter how dangerous it was for her.

“No,” my wolf growled. “You’re mine. He will submit.”

The hell I will, I thought at my wolf as I tried to wrench myself away from her.

But my wolf crashed my mouth back onto Audrey’s and that power hidden in the depths of her soul — that my wolf wanted to be there because this was just a dream — rolled from her body. It washed over me and my power rose to meet it.

Sparks burst around us and the need to take her, claim her, possess every part of her, surged inside me.

She tangled her fingers into my hair, her blunt human nails digging into my scalp, her body arching toward me. Her arousal clouded the air around us, heady and sweet, and my wolf plunged his fingers into her wet pussy, drawing a moan of pleasure. He didn’t want foreplay, he wanted to fuck. He wanted to fuck her until she screamed his name and submitted to our bond like she’d done for the last two nights.

It was like this every dream. She had a power that surged up within her and heaved against ours, fighting me, taunting me, seducing me in a wild, primal dance of dominance. She didn’t even know she was doing it even as her body submitted to us, her need driven by our unwanted mating bond?—

Not the bond. She’d want us without it, my wolf said, trying to shove me further inside myself, determined to make me shut the fuck up while he fucked her. She’s ours. Always has been ? —

Always will be. Yeah yeah yeah, I snarled back. In your dreams. Which this fucking is.

My wolf roared, inside me and out loud, and Audrey froze, her power vanishing between one rapid beat of my heart and the next, her body trembling like prey. A horrible feeling that could have only come from her through our bond swamped me, souring my desire.

She’d been in this position before. She’d been in the arms of a man, kissing him. She’d thought he loved her and he’d betrayed her. That was how she’d gotten the four ugly red scars slicing across her chest that showed up even in my dreams. That was why we’d found her in the river barely alive.

And now both my wolf and I were pissed off.

“You’re mine,” my wolf said, slowly inching his fingers out of her pussy, trying to reignite her primal desire. He needed to bury our cock inside her and sink our teeth into her flesh, claiming her again and again and again. He needed to show her with our body that he would never forsake or betray her. “My mate. Mine. I won’t let you sever our bond.”

“You’re only saying that—” Her breath hitched as my wolf brushed the pad of our thumb over her clit. “You’re saying that because that’s what I want you to say.” A shiver rippled down her body and her long dark lashes fluttered shut. “He doesn’t want me.” No one wants me. “I’m only powerful here in this fantasy. I didn’t give him a choice and I won’t burden him with a mate he didn’t pick himself who can’t even shift.”

“I chose,” my wolf replied, pushing our fingers back inside her and rubbing down on her clit, our body vibrating with a need that had to be released. “I accepted the bond. I knew the truth the moment I caught your scent.”

Her eyes rolled back and she arched into me, her body begging for me even if her power had yet to reignite.

“You. Are. Mine.” He tightened our grip in her hair and tugged her head back.

Another shiver of anticipation swept through her and her power flickered back to life. Her eyes darkened, her pupils dilating with desire along with a hint of the wolf we could sense buried inside her, and her lips parted in invitation. But my wolf glared down at her, holding her still with our grip in her long blond hair and our fingers in her pussy, waiting.

“Knox,” she breathed.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded, our lips a breath away from hers but not touching and our fingers buried inside her, not moving, making it clear he wouldn’t satisfy her until she submitted to his truth: that she was our mate.

“Please, Knox?—”

“Who?” he growled, wrenching her head back farther, exposing her neck.

Her breath came in short sharp gasps, heaving her small breasts toward us, taunting us to lick and suck her, to build her up. Her hips tried to move and the scent of her arousal thickened, her need desperate. But he kept our fingers locked within her and our thumb frozen on her clit, not giving her any relief.

For fuck’s sake. Give her what she needs, I snapped at him, trying to take over. She didn’t deserve to be tortured like this even in my dreams. She wanted to be fucked, needed it. She needed it in real life, too, but if I wanted to break our bond, I couldn’t give in to that… no matter how hard I was or how much my balls ached.

“You.” Her power rolled up from the depths of her being, fighting her submission to us, and slammed into me more powerful than the previous dreams.

A deep gong sounded, reverberating through me, making the ice I’d woven around my heart and the magical chain binding our souls together tremble.

My pants vanished — because this was a dream — and my cock sprung free.

“You, Knox. I belong to you.”

I needed to be buried inside her. I needed to hear her scream my name.

Fuck my wolf and fuck this dream.

“Always,” my wolf replied as I — not my wolf — captured her lips in a wild, possessive kiss.

I claimed her mouth, desperate and hungry for something I’d never had before and never wanted until now: acceptance.

I didn’t know if the real Audrey would ever be able to accept someone like me, someone who would rather be a wolf, who didn’t like crowds or, hell, even people, and someone who couldn’t stand to be in my own bedroom in the Residence because the room was too small. But it didn’t matter. This was a dream. She’d submitted to my claim which meant for this brief moment she accepted me. And from the way she kissed me back and held on to my head, keeping me close, she craved me as well.

I pushed my fingers in and out of her, building her up. Her channel was slick and hot, and her hips rocked into my hands, her body perfectly matching this wild primal dance between us. It was driving me crazy imagining what it was going to feel like to push into her, but even in my dreams she was tight, and I didn’t want to hurt her. I wanted her boneless and soaking wet when I took her. I wanted every nerve ignited so she felt every inch of me.

“Knox,” she moaned, a shiver rolling from her head to her pussy, her inner muscles fluttering around my fingers. “Mate.”

The word shot like lightning straight to my cock. I ground my thumb down on her clit and pushed her over the edge. Her muscles clamped around my fingers, but I kept sliding them in and out of her, drawing out the tremors.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her body twitching, her hips riding my hand, greedy for every last drop of pleasure, and this time, unlike last night — because I was in charge and not my wolf— I waited until she was done before impaling her on my cock.

“Oh, fuck,” she groaned again, as I pressed her back against the soft, mossy ground, and pushed inside her.

Her muscles still fluttered around me, her hot slickness easing just enough of the pressure and friction so I could smoothly bury myself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. Fuck, she felt so good, so perfect. So mine.

I sucked in breaths heavy with her arousal and her sweet scent, my balls aching, pausing to savor the feel of her. Her power crackled against mine, bright golden sparks flickering at the edge of my vision and teasing along my spine. Her brown eyes were slightly glazed with pleasure, her expression was pure bliss. A soft golden glow radiated from her skin and once again she looked like the goddess I’d glimpsed when she been fighting that grimalkin. Except now, instead of a warrior goddess, she was a goddess of desire.

“Mine,” my wolf said and her face lit up with a brilliant smile.

Until we set her free , I whispered to myself then I gave myself over to my wolf and my primal need.

We pumped in and out of her, picking up speed, stealing her gasps and mewls with our kisses, and turning them into moans of pleasure. Her body and power crashed against ours, driving us wild, but somehow we managed to hold ourselves together until her whole body tensed with another orgasm and she screamed my name. Then we lost it, hammering into her, chasing our own release, until we exploded inside her.

Her pussy milked us, greedily contracting around our cock, drawing out both of our orgasms, and my wolf preened with satisfaction.

Our mate was happy and satisfied and our mating bond was even stronger.

My pulse stuttered.

Oh, fuck. The ice around the chain binding us together had cracks in it and the chain itself was bigger and thicker.

I told her you’d accept her, my wolf said, his smug satisfaction souring the afterglow of coming.

I haven’t accepted her, I snarled back. This was just a dream, a fantasy, a way to relieve the pressure of the mating bond. I didn’t want a mate. I couldn’t be trapped like that.

You did accept her. You fucked her this time, not me.

I stared down where my cock was buried inside her.

Fuck me. My damned wolf was right. I hadn’t just been a passenger like I’d been the previous two nights. Tonight I’d taken control and claimed her… and I had a horrible feeling that even though this was a dream, I’d just made our real bond that much harder to break and that much harder to resist.