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He pulled my hair gently to control me, until my whole body strained to take him deeper. His thrusts became harder, but he still withdrew before he could choke me.
I wrapped my hands around his powerful thighs and tried to pull him back to my mouth, urging him on.
"Enough." He moved behind me, his hand tracing over my lower back as he knelt behind me."I want you hungry for me. I want you thinking about me, wanting to be fucked, wanting to be owned. I want you to want me to take you."
"Take me where?" I murmured. Even through the haze of the orgasms I'd had already, alarm rose to the surface.
I could have my beautiful dream.
I couldn't leave my men.
His body pressed over mine, his hard muscles and warm skin enveloping me. His cock teased against my folds, between the curve of my ass, as his head dipped to kiss my neck.
"Wherever I fucking want."
He thrust into me, taking me hard. He sank deep inside me, and I clutched at the grass, my body rocking beneath his. He withdrew, only to plunge back in.
Cold air rushed over us, but my body was on fire, the liquid fire of his possession. He slammed into me, again and again, taking me with him. The orgasm that had taken my breath away began to spool tight inside me, hot and hard.
It was too much. His big cock plunged inside me over and over as if he would fuck me so hard I couldn't walk tomorrow, grinding against my g-spot before he bottomed out. But his hands shot to my hips and he held me in place, pressing his cock against me. "You're mine, Amelia. Every inch of you is mine.Remember."
I clutched at the grass and screamed as the orgasm gathered like a storm. I was being completely filled, stretched as far as I could go. I instinctively pushed back to meet his thrusts, but he pulled my hair, forcing me to arch my back, thrusting me up to meet him.
"Stop fighting me."
He slapped my ass, hard, and I buried my fingers in the grass. He was relentless. His cock stuck deep inside me, stroking my g-spot as he stroked my clit with every thrust. I cried out as the orgasm spilled over me, waves of need thrashing through my body.
But he just kept going. He wanted to own me, so that even when I returned to my men, I'd still be his.
My dream wanted to own every part of me, including the daylight.
I was so close. All over again. My core squeezed around him, my clit swollen and sore as he thrust deep into me. His palm flattened against my back, his mouth nipping at my neck. His fingers found my clit and he pinched it, rolling the little nub between his fingers.
It was too much. He thrust in to the hilt and he slapped my ass again, sending a wave of pain that splintered across my ass and mixed with the pleasure of being fucked by him. I held my breath and felt the orgasm break, my pussy clenching him tight as I screamed.
It was the perfect way for this dream to end.
I felt overwhelmed by him, dominated by the strength of his body, the force of his possession. Spent and overwhelmed, I collapsed to the wet grass.
A sense of satisfaction made me reach for him hungrily. I'd thought Nathan had forever changed me, made me timid, afraid of an alpha. But Brennan had fucked me fiercely, riding the edge of pain and pleasure, and I had savored every second.
Nathan hadn't broken me.
At least, he hadn't broken anything Brennan couldn't fix.
"Brennan," I murmured. "Kiss me. Hold me."
I wanted his mask off. I wanted his lips against mine. I wanted him to gather me in his arms and hold me tight the way he used to.
My dream was shifting. I glimpsed other faceless figures behind him as he receded.
The dream fell away, but his voice seemed to linger. "Who is Brennan?"
I'd been sleepwalking again. I realized that when I surfaced from my dreams, standing outside the cottage. For long seconds, I couldn’t believe my eyes. A new frame had been erected and the debris had been cleared away. Fresh foundation had been poured, and this version of the cottage had a much larger footprint. Everything looked new and clean, and I stared at it in confusion.
It was a dream. I could already tell it would have a wide front porch, like I’d always wanted. I took a step forward, eager to climb inside my once-ruined cottage and explore each room. My clit throbbed with every movement, my core aching as if I had been well-fucked for real instead of it being a dream. I was so wet, and I looked behind me for my clothes. Had I stripped myself in my dream? Had I plunged into the lake like I plunged into my memories?
I raised my head to look at the moon, trying to get a sense of time. How much time had passed?
