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Then I felt his presence, the predator desperately hungry.
And his hot breath as it skated across my naked skin.
“You now belong to me.”
“No!” I jerked up, clawing my throat as I struggled to take a single breath. Blinking several times, the glow of light only fueled the terror continuing to build in my mind. He was coming for me. He’d found me after all these years, the very monstrous beast I’d seen in my nightmares.
Buzz…
“What?” I jerked the sheets around me, gasping for air.Slow down. Breathe.
The phone. I turned my head, glaring at the screen, able to see the caller ID for a split second before it went dark. Then I registered the identity in my scattered mind.
Chris Montenegro.
What the hell was he doing calling me so early? It was barely seven in the morning.
I was woozy, my head aching. Every detail was fuzzy and all I could grasp onto was the image of the wolf. But… Another set of visions rushed into my mind, sending a shiver all the way down my spine. The garage. The three men. That’s why Chris was calling.
He must have heard about the attack. Wait. There was no way possible. Or was there?If he was the reason for the three men accosting you then he would know.Then again, there was no doubt he had connections everywhere, minions doing his biddings, even in the police department.
I bit back a whimper, still clutching my throat, the visions of the wolf remaining in the forefront of my mind.A dream. A dream. A dream.While I repeated the words over and over again, nothing seemed to help the creepy crawly feelings surging throughout my body. I suddenly felt like there were hands touching me, reaching out from the shadows in every direction.
I couldn’t get the wolf’s eerie eyes out of my mind, the flickering yellow irises somehow leaving a permanent mark.
There’d been two wolves, including…
“Whew.”
I tumbled out of bed, my feet tripping on the covers. I managed to make it to the window, smashing my hands on the glass as I struggled to focus. “Just calm the fuck down.” The words managed to echo, forcing me to roll my eyes. I was in my condo. It had just been a dream, nothing more. There were no creatures hiding under the bed, waiting to drag me into hell. Still, I needed air. A strangled laugh pushed up from my throat as I fumbled to unlatch the sash, beating on the window until I was finally able to break the seal. The flow of air was wonderful, dragging some of the cobwebs away.
I took several deep breaths, drinking in the cool air until my head was no longer swimming, my vision mostly cleared. As the light breeze floated across my face, I no longer felt the tightness in my chest. The warmth of the morning sun began to strip away the imaginary claws that had been wrapped around my neck.
In all the years I’d had them, the nightmare had never been so intense, leaving me with prickles covering every inch of my skin. Another series of sensations suddenly rocketed through me. Although they were entirely different, they were just as powerful, my skin suddenly on fire. Within seconds, I was completely aroused, my nipples aching and my pussy juice slickening my inner thighs. What the hell was going on?
A rush of heat swept up from my neck, blossoming on my cheeks. A series of uncontrollable urges rushed to the surface, the hunger unbridled. The sudden desires were jarring, but it was more about my mind’s need to reach out, making a connection.
As my vision completely cleared, my body swaying, I gathered a delicious scent that was all masculine. I shrank back for a few seconds, chastising my behavior. As I glanced out the window once again, a word became clear in my mind.
Mate.
He is your mate.
The powerful statement lingered as I stared out the window, narrowing my eyes. I could swear Stone was standing in front of a motorcycle, gazing up at my window, able to see every inch of me.
I want you.
I need you.
He also hungered, the longing he felt even more intense than mine.
I stood still, mesmerized by the moment, the sound of my heart pumping wildly echoing in my ears. I could feel him, his rapid heartbeat and the rush of his blood flowing with mine. I could smell him, the scent of his testosterone and exotic spices filling my nostrils.
You belong to me.
Then I felt the brush of his fingers dancing across my skin, electrifying every inch.
I closed my eyes, savoring the moment of raw passion as if it were really happening. Jarred by my reaction, I shrank away, breaking the connection, a moment of shame yanking at my conscience. This was ridiculous. How could I have such an intense attraction to a man I hadn’t seen in years?
