It was him! The man I’d met in the woods on the Mating Moon. I turned towards him eagerly as he parted my legs and settled between them. His teeth grazed over my mark, and I felt the heat of desire swell at his touch. I groaned as he entered me, pushing hard in all the right places. Every movement felt like fire, and I shuddered as his hands roamed over my skin.
“Oh yes, more!” I moaned.
Faster and faster, the man filled me with his length and lifted my hips to seat himself more firmly between my legs. His touches were tender and loving, and it was as though we had been lovers for a long time.
Every place I wanted him to touch, he was there. Every time I wanted him to speed up, or slow down, he intuitively responded to my cues. It was glorious.
A beam of moonlight fell on my mystery lover’s face, and I was shocked to see that I knew him. I would know that handsome face anywhere, but the last place I’d expected to see it was in my bed.
It’s Gideon! I gasped…
…and startled myself awake.
I was soaking all over, blushing bright red, and alone in the privacy of my room. I flopped to my side and buried my face into my pillow with an unsatisfied moan.
Why would I dream of him like that? I cursed. The dream had felt so real, I could still imagine the way his fingers had drawn across my skin and the way he had filled me to the hilt.
The last time I had dreamed so vividly had been when I had dreamed of my return to Nightwolf. Did that mean this was another prophetic dream?
Was this some glimpse of the future? It had felt so… perfect. Like we had truly known each other, and our passion was genuine.
If it were something that would come to pass, what would trigger it?
And when?
Gideon’s POV
The rogue wolves we had captured in our raid in the forest were chained against the far wall of our holding area. It would be ostentatious to call it a dungeon. It was really just a glorified shed that normally held mechanical parts.
Now it held three of the scruffiest, rankest dogs I’d seen in a long while. Their disheveled state was at odds with the concerted way they’d attacked, and that dissonance troubled me.
Again I had the disturbing thought that there had to be a singular person coordinating their movements…
Or an organization.
I was wasting time pondering when the answers could be right here in front of me. I cracked my knuckles and watched the men squirm as they watched me approach.
“Gentlemen,” my tone suggested I thought of them as anything but, “have either of you ever spent much time in a library?”
Their blank and confused expressions indicated this was exceedingly unlikely.
“Well, when one needs information, more scholarly folks would go to the library and crack open the spines of some books until they found what they needed.” I gave my most sinister grin, “I confess that I use a similar process when I need information. Except the spines are more literal.”
They were already talking before I finished pantomiming what I meant.
“We don’t know anything!” one protested at the same time the other said, “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!”
Both turned to glare at each other.
I gestured at Tegan to start taking notes, and began to ask my questions.
When I was finished, I headed straight for Avery’s room.
Avery’s POV
My dream of Gideon was still pounding in my blood when an aggressive knock sounded on my bedroom door.
“One moment!” I stammered.
When I opened the door, I found myself staring at Gideon’s broad chest.
Unbidden, the memory of my sexy dream came to mind. I flushed bright red.
“Umm.” I swallowed and backed away as Gideon pushed into the room.
“Still sleeping?” His eyes swept around my room, taking in my rumpled and probably sweaty bedsheets.
“Have a seat?” I said, awkwardly, but Gideon instead stalked around the perimeter of my bedroom, peering into corners and at the various book titles I’d borrowed from his family’s library.
He ignored the invitation.
“I just came from having an extended conversation with some… guests.” He paused and turned his head to peer at me, “do you know what they said?”
I shook my head, confused. I had no idea what he was talking about.
Gideon moved closer.
“When you were tied up, you say you didn’t get a good look at the rogues who imprisoned you. They never got close to you?”
I shook my head again, wondering how I could explain without mentioning my mark.
“They started to, but then they ran away.” I said, sticking as close to the truth as I could, “I don’t know why.”
“You don’t?” Gideon sounded skeptical, “because the rogues we captured told me a very interesting version of those events.”
I blinked, wondering what they had said. Then I noticed the blood on Gideon’s hands.
My eyes went wide, and I stared at his hands and then at his face. He just stared back at me, waiting.
“I… don’t remember…is that blood?” My voice got slightly high pitched as I asked, not wanting to know the answer.
I backed away slowly, stumbling slightly.
“Your wound.” Gideon leaned forward, frowning. “You haven’t had it checked by the doctor?”
I blushed and looked away. No, I hadn’t wanted anyone near that part of me after… him.
“It needs to be well cleaned.” Gideon stalked forward, wiping his hands on his trousers, rubbing away the offending droplets of blood. “Let me look at it.”
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