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"Someday you’re going to marry me. Someday you’re going to accept my bite. Mine. Forever." Every word was punctuated with his sharp thrusts, and I was writhing underneath him.
I loved what he was saying, his words were arousing me just as much as his body. His every thrust seemed to go deeper, until it felt like he was battering against the entrance of my womb.
Images of him holding our baby flashed through my head, and I came…hard. I never thought I would be ready to be a mother with what I'd been through, but I wanted itallwith them. I wanted to marry them, be their mate, be the mother of their children…
I threw my head back as one orgasm led into another.
"Yeah, so fucking good.” He buried his face into my neck, and his body shivered as he came, the warm wetness of him spreading through my core.
"Love you baby," he said again with a soft kiss.
I woke to the pressure of Alistair’s heavy body on top of me, his lips pressed against mine. His hands were stroking my skin, grabbing at my breasts. I could feel his length pressing against my core through our clothes.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathed. I was frozen for a minute before I frantically pushed at his chest.
“Get off. Get off,” I cried. My core was aching, but everything inside me blanched at the idea ofhimbeing the one to fill it and give it what it wanted. My chest was heaving, sweat slicked on my skin.
Alistair stiffened for a moment, like he was warring with the lust pulsing through his body.
He finally slid off of me as tears fell down my face. I had no idea what had just happened. I tried to catch on to snippets of my dream, but they all faded away before I could hold onto them.
"Rune? I'm so sorry," Alistair huffed, not actually sounding that apologetic at all. I wiped my face and glanced over at him to see what he looked like. His gaze was on fire, his grip tight against his raging hard on through his pajama pants. "You were making the sexiest noises I'd ever heard. I guess my body just responded to you. I'm sure we’re trained as mates to innately have that reaction when we see our mate aroused."
His tone was accusatory by the end of his sentence. Like I’d done something wrong, and it was perfectly normal for him to be on top of me like that.
Which hell, probably it was.
"What were you dreaming about?" he pressed, his face frustrated as he continued to hold his dick as he stared up at the ceiling.
"I don't remember," I said sheepishly, telling the truth…for the most part. Because as he rolled out of bed, "to take care of his erection," I knew one thing for certain...my dream…
It hadn’t been about him.
* * *
Alistair was gonewhen I woke up, and I was glad of that.
I laid there for a moment, staring outside, hoping that not every night was going to be that eventful. I finally dragged myself out of bed, determined to be a better mate that day.
After taking a quick shower, I threw on a pair of shorts and another one of Alistair's t-shirts. It drowned me, but it at least covered more of my skin than the tank tops hanging up in the closet. I found my way to the dining area much quicker this time, but the room was empty besides platters and plates filled with various muffins, bagels, fruit, and bacon on the table like there was a breakfast party about to start.
I sat there for a few minutes before deciding no one else was coming, and I was going to be eating breakfast alone.
After I was done eating, without seeing even one of his staff, I decided to explore my new home. I wandered down a few hallways until I finally came to a large set of stairs leading up. I walked them slowly, seeing nothing familiar, wondering where everyone was. As I wandered down another hallway, I saw Alistair's father, the Alpha, through an open door, sitting at a large desk.
He didn't look surprised to see me. He leapt up from behind the desk, a large smile on his face as he practically jogged towards me, his arms outstretched.
I gulped. I remembered very little interaction with the Alpha the night of the party. I remembered walking into the room and he and his wife and Alistair watching me as I got…a blood test? Was that the last thing I remembered? Why was I getting a blood test?
"Rune, it's so good to see you. We've been so worried," he said gruffly as he held out his hand. He had the same green eyes as Alistair, and like Alistair's, they were cold. I thought I remembered him not seeming happy that night, but the man in front of me appeared completely on board with my presence.
"It's good to see you, sir," I nodded respectfully, tentatively putting my hand in his. He brought it up to his lips to brush a kiss across the top, and it was all I could do to keep the revulsion coiling in my gut, out of my features.
Maybe the Fae Queen had performed some kind of shock therapy on me, making sure I'd never be happy because my fated mate and his family would always make me sick. I'd read about things like that happening before.
This all felt too fantastical to believe.
As far as I remembered, I’d lived a normal life with my mother. I'd gone to school. I’d played with friends. I’d hung out with my mother… The things that had allegedly happened to me over the past year seemed completely alien from anything I could comprehend.
