“Good.”
“As I was explaining… your breasts are hidden from me, so I go to move your hair. As soon as I reach over you capture my wrist in your hand.”
“Even in your dreams I hold you at bay.”
I smiled. “Do you want me to continue?”
“Yes.”
“You kiss my wrist, and tug on it to bring me closer, so that my body is flush against yours. At this point I’m struggling, because I know that if I moved a few inches I’d be inside you, and the pleasure waiting for me is greater than anything I’ve felt before.” Recounting the dream with her perched on my lap was near torture.
“How would you know? How would you know the sex would even be good?”
“Because it’s you, and you were destined to be my mate.”
“Continue. What happens when I pull you in, and this really better go somewhere other than sex.” Her expression was such a mix of emotions. I had no idea what she was really thinking.
“You suck gently on my earlobe before whispering to me. This is where the dream changes each time.”
“Oh?”
“You always say something about you being mine, and being the key. You tell me that we’ll be done hiding if I can only find you.”
“And then what?” She asked, raking her teeth over her lip again.
“I’m not sure you want to hear about the next part.”
“I want to hear about all of it. I want to understand what’s going on.”
“Then each time I feel you shift underneath me. I line myself up to you and take what I’ve been waiting for.”
“You mean we actually have sex in the dreams? I kind of assumed I put on the brakes with all the talking.”
I tugged on her hip, causing her to fall into my chest. “You always let me have you, and every time it’s been better and better. And that’s how you’ve cursed me.”
“Cursed you?” Her face was flushed. I knew my words were having an effect on her.
“Yes. I knew it would be impossible to find satisfaction with anyone else.”
“What about Vanessa?” Mary Anne’s face scrunched up as she said the name of my ex. I knew it wasn’t out of jealousy. She had every reason to hate her considering what the coven had put both her and Gage through.
“She wasn’t always so mean. She was a good witch. She was sweet and caring. She wanted to help us and tried to teach me about magic. She thought she could help me figure out how to end the hunt.”
“End the hunt? Meaning to get the king to leave you guys alone?”
“Yes. At one time we ruled The Society. I’m not looking to become king, but I’m done hiding.”
“Do other Dires feel the same way?”
“All of them want to end the fight. The question is how to do it, and who should really be running The Society.” I pulled my shirt over my head.
“Hunter?”
“See this?” I took her hand and made her run her fingers over the scar that spanned my entire chest.
“Yes.” She didn’t pull her hand away. Instead she retraced the path of the mark. “How’d you get it?”
“I suppose you wouldn’t believe me if I said a bar fight.”
She laughed. “No. Something tells me the real story is much better.”
“My brother gave that to me. He also gave me the one on my face.”
“Your brother?” She didn’t hide the surprise in her voice.
“My elder brother by five minutes.”
“Twins.”
“Yes. He disagrees with my stance on things. He thinks we need to take over The Society again.”
“Oh my god.” She reached up and started tracing the scar on my face. “He tried to kill you.”
“Tried, and got close.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be. I’m alive.”
“Is he…?” She asked in a near whisper.
I shook my head. “He’s alive. Somewhere.”
“So back to your brother wanting to take over. Why? Does he think it’s your right?”
“We’re the descendants of the last Dire king, but I don’t care about that. It’s been generations. I only want my people to live a life outside of the shadows. We shouldn’t have to hide because the Pterons fear us. There has got to be a way to convince the new king that we don’t want trouble. We just want to be left alone.”
“Your brother tried to kill you because you disagreed on whether you guys should over throw the Pterons?”
“No. He tried to kill me because I became Alpha. Generally it’s the eldest from the strongest line. Fate had different plans.”
She opened her mouth and then closed it. I could tell she was mulling over her questions and trying to decide where to steer the conversation. “What did Vanessa do to help you?” Mary Anne released my face, and I missed the touch of her hand immediately.