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D arkness coils around me, dragging me into its abyss. But just as quick, it slides away, revealing a large room.

White walls and drawers, black bedding on a huge king size bed, and a black desk.

“Where am I?” I mumble.

“In my room.” I glance over to find Cyrus leaning against the wall, watching me. “Technically,” he smiles.

I remember falling asleep with Knox so how did I… I glance back at Cyrus. “Is this a dream?”

He moves from his position and makes his way over to me. “Yes and no. It’s more tangible. Anything that happens here can be felt outside this world.” Tugging my chin up, he dips down and kisses me.

“Pain…” he whispers and bites my bottom lip, hard, sending a spark of heat straight to my clit. “And pleasure…” he groans, licking the spot, and sucking it between his lips.

I reach up for him, but he drags himself away with a knowing smile. “We haven’t been able to spend time with you or train you much.” He gives me a look that tells me that’s about to change. “We’ll be heading back to the War Camps soon, and I want to make sure you’re prepared.”

I freeze, misunderstanding his reason for bringing me here completely. “So, this is a… training dream?” I ask feeling a little disappointed.

After Malakai leaving me frustrated and having to go asleep with Knox’s warm body wrapped around mine, I was hoping for a little relief. But apparently, he’s decided to join in and become a little tease like the rest of them.

The room around me shifts, changing to an indoor shooting range with just one station and target.

He moves me over to the little booth and hands me a gun that literally appears out of nowhere.

I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. I am in a dream. Or whatever this is.

Getting in position, I focus and shoot, hitting dead center.

Cyrus’ brows raise, his facial expression more than a little shocked.

Old Sena might not have been able to hold a gun, but this Sena has been able to use weapons of all kinds since she was a child.

He shakes his head. “I shouldn’t be surprised.” He moves behind me and dips down, kissing the top of my shoulder. “Let’s make it a little more challenging, shall we?”

His hands curl around my waist, one moves up to my neck, tilting my head so he can brush a kiss at the side of my neck while the other moves lower and lower.

I gasp as he fingers slide down my leggings and run along my core.

“Now…” he breathes. “Let’s see how well you can aim while distracted.” He grinds into the back of me, his hard length hitting just the right spot.

I tilt my head back and lick my lips enjoying the feel of him.

“Shoot, Sena,” he says while licking a path up along the side of my neck.

Trying to focus, I raise the gun but just before I shoot, his finger slides along my core.

“You’re so wet,” he groans. And I shoot, hitting just a little off-center but still in the bullseye.

“Good girl,” he rasps as he slides his fingers into me, making me gasp.

“Now, hit the bullseye two more times, and I’ll make you come,” he promises, sliding slowly in and out of me.

He keeps his agonizingly slow pace up, sliding in and out of me before adding a second finger. My legs turn to Jell-O, and my entire body trembles as I get close to the edge.

Just a little longer. I grind back into him, needing a little more friction to push me over.

“Sena,” he warns and starts dragging his hand away. I raise the gun and shoot, again and again. Hitting dead center six times in a row before I grind against him.

“Now, make me come or I’ll shoot you.”

He chuckles and his fingers slide back inside me.

I drop the gun, and he turns my head and kisses me hard and fast before moving us, pushing me forward toward the desk.

My palms slap against it as he grinds up against me from behind, hitting the right spot with the exact pressure I need as his fingers continue to move, pumping inside me now.

“Oh, god, yes.” Little gasps and moans slip from my lips only making his movement more erratic.

He groans low as his thumb slides over the small bundle of nerves, pushing me over the edge. The darkness above me grows, and I spot actual stars as I shatter on a long moan.

“We’re going to have so much fun,” he breathes and places another kiss on my neck. “I can’t wait to see what else we can do.”

I turn and smile at him, ready to go for round two.

K nox’s husky chuckle slides across my ear, waking me with a gasp. His brown eyes find mine, and a slow, teasing smile curls his lips.

“Did you enjoy your little visit last night?” he asks, placing a kiss on my shoulder. “From your moans and little breathy gasps, I’m going to assume you enjoyed every minute of it.”

“That was real?” I ask trying to catch my breath, still feeling the remnants of my orgasm.

“I’m guessing Cyrus was a little distracted and didn’t explain his ability very well.” His hungry gaze flicks to mine. “Can’t say I blame him.”

“Tell me.”

His gaze turns mischievous. “I want a trade. What do I get for this information?”

“How about a back rub?” I reach out and drag my hands down his body, and he nods, easily giving in. “Deal.”

“Cyrus doesn’t just walk into dreams, he creates them.

More so nightmares. The things he creates inside his world of shadows are as real as they are out here.

And everything you experience in there is similar to experiencing it out here.

” Knox scans my face with a small knowing smile.

“He usually only creates nightmares so real they can kill. But I guess when it comes to you, he’s decided to make them a little more… pleasurable.”

It definitely was.

“Now,” Knox moves, rolling onto his stomach beside me. “You owe me a back rub.”

Grabbing some moisturizer, I chuckle and climb up over him before sitting on the top of his thighs and start his massage.

I’m no expert, but the little grunts and moans coming from his mouth make me feel like I am.

“I’ve never felt so fucking relaxed in all my life,” he moans.

“I guess I’m not doing my job right because that’s not my goal at all.” I lean down and place a kiss on his shoulder, and he groans, muttering something about him being a fucking idiot.

Before I realize what he’s doing, he moves quick, rolling himself over me. Dipping down, he places a kiss on my lips. “I need to make sure you eat. Come on.”

I roll my hips up toward him and watch his eyes darken with heat.

“You going to be the death of me,” he growls but leans down and kisses me anyway, like he can’t help himself, groaning when I slide my tongue around his, trying to tease him into something better than food.

But after a minute, he drags himself away and stands at the end of the bed with a glare. My eyes drag down every hard muscle and ab to his large, hard length.

“Sena…” he warns, and I roll my eyes. They’re all fucking teases.

“Fine. Let’s go get some damn food.” I get up and off the bed, heading for the door, but he stops me with a look, his eyes dragging down the length of my body.

“Clothes first or none of us will be eating anything other than you.”

I pause thinking about it. I mean…

“Sena,” he exhales sharply.

I sigh and head to the closet. “You’re all such fucking teases.”

He chuckles and heads out of the room while I throw on some clothes. Once I’m dressed, I head out but freeze when I spot a piece of paper on the floor near the door. Bending down, I pick it up and open it. My blood turns cold when I read it.

“You’re no longer safe here. You need to leave.”

W alking to the obstacle course, my mind turns to the note. How are they getting past the guys? It doesn’t make any sense.

The thought of it being one of the guys comes and goes. There’s no way it could be any of them. If they knew, I’d probably be dead by now. Or at least turned in. That or there would at least be a barrage of questions, insults, glares and suspicious looks sent my way.

But someone knows something, and I need to find out who it is. Soon. Going by that note, I apparently don’t have much time.

Looking up, I spot at least a dozen people who must have been staring at me, immediately glance away.

It’s not that unusual but the lack of hate or disgust is.

I find out why not a minute later when Robin hesitantly approaches me. I turn around, ready to head in another direction, when she calls out to me.

“I’m sorry,” she shouts, and I stop and slowly turn back around to her.

She gives me a look full of regret. “I’m really sorry, Sena. I should never have believed their lies.”

“Then why did you?” I ask, wondering how she could turn her back on me so quickly.

“You weren’t always like this. Before, you used to play games, the twisted kind, and didn’t care who got hurt,” she admits with a wince.

Fuck. Old Sena was more than just a bitch. She was a fucking terror.

“When they said you were faking it, my doubts crept in, and I thought there was a possibility that you were just playing some big elaborate game.” She frowns. “I was waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Some of my anger deflates after hearing her words. “How did you figure out I wasn’t lying?”

“Your mates,” she reveals.

My eyes widen on hers, and she smiles.

“They came blazing in, threatening everyone to sit down, shut up, and listen to them. Then they proved that the video was from last year and made sure everyone knew how Stacey lied and manipulated the entire situation.”

“Stacey?” I ask.

“The blonde,” Robin replies.

Ah, the blonde bitch. “And what about Cora?”

Her eyes fill with guilt and sadness. “You helped us the entire time we were in the Wastelands. You dived on that beast to save Arabella, the bitch. So yeah, that should have been an obvious one.”

Yeah, it should have. I sigh to myself. I’m not usually the second chance kind of person, especially when someone has turned their back on me. But I can also understand that the old Sena was a bitch.

“I forgive you,” I tell her, and she immediately steps forward with a wide smile on her face.