The Alpha’s Desire 3(20)

 

 

 

They landed and paused, and took to the stream as Lex and I took off on a full run. From time to time as we bounded along, I looked back over my shoulder to see them running, jumping, going over and around each other as they traversed the beautiful countryside of the island. Nothing about how they moved, with the exception of the size of the bodies that did the moving, looked anything different from what one would watch on Animal Kingdom.

 

 

 

Glancing to my Lex, who kept perfect stride beside me, the power in his muscles, each flex and contraction of the plump bulges in his legs, brought about an awe of him. In this dream, it seemed ordinary, and yet, I knew that outside of being chased, I’d think of that moment, that sight, and want him with a desire indescribable, fierce and wild, as our sex had become in this moment in the future. As with dreams, times seemed irrelevant, and the thoughts that come are often untimely, without a definitive or proper origin.

 

 

 

It made no sense that I knew this to be a dream, and felt my own body, in my time, stir, heavy, in a struggle, beneath the blankets. Maybe it wasn’t a dream or premonition at all. Maybe it was some drug-induced hallucination. Either way, I had only to ride it out, with the images in my head, and be grateful to see my Lex up and moving again, full of health and vigor. This was what my mind wanted to see, I supposed. In fact, as we continued to run, the setting around us changed. The lush and vibrant landscape, magical in color and appeal, faded, and became an everyday run of the mill woods, the leaves a duller green, the bark on the trees more old and aging, with each stride we ran.

 

 

 

My wolf lungs began to burn, and I tripped and stumbled over angry looking coils of tree roots sticking out of the ground, eventually falling, the earth hard and scraping up my back to human flesh. I rolled, briars sticking into my skin, burning my flesh, as the Lex that stopped beside me looked tired, his eyes glassy. I smelled the metallic tinge of his blood before I saw it. He looked beaten and clawed, his limbs curled and contorted in pain, as he limped around my own battered body, his whimper much more animal than human.

 

 

 

I could hear the oncoming pounding of wolf feet as they approached us. Everything around me grew duller, dimmer, as they approached, their run now slow, more dramatic, as I watched helplessly what happened next. The six of the wolves each jumped on my Lex, took him down to the ground while I just watched. I could hear his cries, though in the ball of moving fur, I couldn’t make him out at all.

 

 

 

I tried to move my broken body toward them, I guess clearly willing to die with him rather than live on without him. A surge of pain hit me, like I’d been run over by a truck. Lex dying in my mind, the panic surged, tightened every muscle, and made each function of my body harder to maintain. I woke myself up, or came out of this hallucination, to find my female vampire savior, or at least that is what I was calling her without further explanation, beside me on the bed, lifting my head which throbbed, the full extent of my injuries apparent in every move.

 

 

 

To my lips, she held a glass of a liquid too brownish red and thin to be blood to my lips. As it flowed into my mouth, I instinctively swallowed, the earthy, spicy taste not great, but not revolting and gag-worthy either. Instead, it tasted like some strong green tea, overloaded with chai-like spices, and a tad on the bitter side. I swallowed hard, the attempt painful, though it worked. I grew grateful to find this substance not bloodlike at all, not thick, not warm, not metal tasting. At least there was that.

 

 

 

I could feel the sweat on my brow chill, covering my back, soaking whatever I wore. I shivered as a fever obviously broke, almost immediately from whatever she’d poured down my throat. The last of it gone, as she moved my head slowly back down to my pillow, everything calmed, from the pain to my breathing to my thoughts.

 

 

 

“What? That? Lex?” I stumbled over the words like a drunk, only getting out the last word of each of the questions that came to my head from what had happened... what was that, as in the drink, and how was my Lex?

 

 

 

“Shhh, quiet now, dear. You really need to rest. I’m sorry. I underestimated your injuries. I waited too long to get you another drink. Your fever spiked and must have brought on a fevered dream. I heard you moaning up here, and came in a flash. Now, you can get some more rest. Sleep well, girl with Royal blood,” she hummed, as if a song to my ears, and I grew sleepy along with my forced numbness and relaxation.

 

 

 

I watched the woman who spoke somewhat strangely walk slowly this time down the stairs. Blinking, trying hard to stay awake a bit longer, I watched as she walked onto the main floor and into a crowd of others. To my eyes, my drugged state, it appeared she was having a party. Many of them, a nice crowd for the size of the place, lingered around. Many had drinks in their hands, all a red wine looking to be in crystal wine glasses. I saw someone pouring the liquid from one of those wine decanters. Food also littered crystal plates, but what it was, other than fancy finger type appetizers, I couldn’t be sure from this distance.