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She scanned the area but saw nothing. “Who are you? What do you want?”
“You.” A male voice. He chuckled, confident that he was scaring the crap out of her. “He wants you, Tameca.”
This whole nightmare must have been produced from that guy and what he had said. But that thought didn’t wake her or change what was happening. “What if I don’t want him!” she demanded. “What then?”
“So, you don’t?”
“Why is he scaring me like this,” she screamed. “A real lover wouldn’t do this!” He didn’t answer. She shuffled to stand, then put one foot in front of the other and jetted. Her thighs burned along with her lungs. Her throat had long since dried, and she had run out of tears.
Soon she came out on a small bank overlooking a river that gurgled in the moonlight. She stopped, trying to remember if you could drink from any kind of moving water.
“Oh, hell, this is a dream.” She splashed down in the water and drank to her heart’s content. Movement from the corner of her eyes caught her attention. Four wolves stood at the edge of the water. Something told her the one on the far left represented the blond god from earlier in the day. He spoke to her without moving his lips.
“Why do you torment him, Tameca?”
She snorted. “Me torment him? What do you call all this?” She waved her hands to take in the night, the woods, and the wolf chase in one sweep. “What do you call him pinning me against walls every time I see him, making me hungry for just one touch?”
She pushed the back of her hand into her lips and then dropped it to her side. Who would tell him of her subconscious admission?
“He’s a tease. He likes women to fall at his feet, even if she’s an unattractive woman who couldn’t possibly be his type.” She left off the “like me” part of that. “Maybe it amuses him to tease, but I don’t like it. I . . . At the risk of sounding melodramatic, none of my past interests have worked out, which leaves me as I am—alone and inexperienced.”
A howl echoed through the still night. Each of the wolves looked in the direction from which she could only assume it had come. He called them, and they behaved as if they had to obey. One at a time, they ran back into the trees except for the blond god.
“What of destiny or fate,” he asked.
“What about it?”
“What if I told you that you two are fated to be together, that he couldn’t allow another to have you, so he caused little . . . accidents . . . to befall the men who dared come near you?”
She blinked, dazed. “I’d say my mind has gone into overdrive, and I seriously should not have had that last slice of pepperoni with extra cheese.”
He chuckled. Or she heard him laugh. The wolf just stood there. He had a look that seemed as if he was about to have her for a midnight meal. He might have had no expression at all, but her mind had left reality far behind.
“His mate must remain pure until she comes to him for the first time,” the wolf explained.
“Meanwhile, he gets to bang everything with boobs. Am I right?” She smirked. “I’m tempted to run out and get me some from whatever guy isn’t turned away by these melons and this round belly.” She slapped her hands over her breasts and then stroked her stomach. The wolf seemed to ignore her hand movements and stared lower. She glanced down to find that the water had made her dress rise, and when she had drifted to more shallow water, it had stuck in place, revealing her thick, black curls down there.
She stumbled backward and landed on her ass in cold mud beneath the surface. Great. She wasn’t wearing panties. The wolf waited until she got ahold of herself before he spoke again, apparently to be sure she understood what she was doing.
“If you do that, you will force his hand. He has been patient,” he told her.
“Meaning?”
She heard a low growl at her obvious lack of respect for the way of the . . . well . . . the way of the wolf. Anger filled his tone. “Go to him. Give yourself to him, and avoid bringing innocent people into this. Marcus will not allow another man to have you before he does. Even if he has to kill. If you think for a moment he doesn’t know what you do and where you go at all times, think again.”
With that cryptic statement, he turned to follow the others. Tameca drifted out of the water, then glanced around. She wondered why Marcus had sent his henchman instead of threatening her with that caveman nonsense in this dream.
Coming to consciousness, she yawned and
stretched, while feeling her awful bed beneath her and hearing the whir of her fan. Even with it, the room was too stuffy, and she willed her tired body to get up and open the window.
With a groan, she forced her eyes open halfway, sat up, and swung her legs over the side of the bed, then her feet to the floor. Shuffling like a zombie, she moved to the window and began to fumble with the stiff lock. Hammering it with the heel of her palm, she worked it loose and shoved the window open.
Cooler night air rushed to greet her nose when she stuck her head out. As she rested her head on the sill, she eased back toward dreamland, but a whimper nearby jerked her awake. She pushed the window higher and leaned out to search her backyard and the alley beyond.
All was quiet until she spotted the man a few doors down. She blinked and hoped it was a figment of her imagination or that she was still in la-la land. Half-hidden by the shadows, he didn’t appear to be anyone she knew. She sensed more than saw him nod his head toward the sky.
Tameca glanced up. A full moon. When she looked toward where she had seen the man, she instead saw a wolf in his place. The beast nodded again and then trotted out of her line of sight.
