CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Trevor

The ground was evident of a camp out. They rushed off in a hurry. I follow my instinct through the camp-ignoring all the rushed signs of life here. There is a rather large clearing with drag marks in the earth.

“What do you think it was?” Phil leaned over my shoulder–keeping a distance from me.

I squat down and touch the broken soil. I have tracked creatures before. Nothing that carries luggage. I ignore the three men confused on my fixation and continue following it as the woods and ferns become more dense.

Suddenly, the track marks are gone. Instead.. A familiar item is left, pounded into the dirt and covered in wet mud from the rain this early morning. I reach down and lift into the air. My smile huge.

“What? You wanted proof we are hunting humans or something?” This time the arrogance was coming from Floki. Clearly neither of them have forgiven me for saving their lives the night before.

I smile over my shoulder and snap my fingers. “Na. I just wanted proof they didn’t eat her.” I toss Oxwell’s tunic back into the mud and continue headed towards the direction Druunhold.

“Sir Trevor,” James’s quiet voice crept up to my side. His motives clearly trying to separate his affiliation from the other two as he cozy ups to my left.

“Just Trevor.”

“I do have a hawk. I could send for resources. Have them meet us there?”

I smiled at James. “Well you are becoming extremely useful now.”

Ophelia

Draven is on a bed in front of me. Only this time-I can tell it’s a dream. It’s like I am a bystander watching the events unfold between two people that are so similar and distant at the same time.

I walked over to Draven and turned around. I slipped my panties off as he pulled my hips down onto his lap. Each breath I take has me moving in ways I didn’t think my body ever could. I lift both my legs over his thighs as I begin to lean back into his chest and feel the warmth of his growing manhood stiffen between my thighs.

My breathing becomes heavy as he lifts a strong hand behind my head and pulls down, lifting my chin up to his face. Chicken skin spread across my skin as my nipples harden. Embarrassment and desire flood me as my juices drip down into his lap and on his lower abdomen.

I can’t help the soft moans escaping my mouth as I begin to slowly grind on him-needing more and unable to stop myself from touching this throbbing dick.

I inch back up a little and start rubbing his dick on my clit. Another moan escapes me and Draven takes his thick fingers and shoves them in my mouth. The gag send me over the edge as I roll my hips forward.

Draven leans close to my ear, “you move at my pace.”

With his free hand, he scoops my ass-shoving a finger right into my tight soaked ass hole leaving my needy cunt drooling to be stuffed.

A wave of intense heat flows through me as my pussy tightens and loosens repeatedly over and over again. I’m struggling to keep from biting his hand. I arch my back against him, my body covered in sweaty chills, my breathing heavy.

I start to tremble and shake; locking my feet around his legs to help keep from falling off him in this position. I can’t help my own hands from exploring and pinching my nipples and breasts. I hear a deep moan escape from his mouth.

Draven removes his fingers from my mouth. His hand covered in my drool grabs my chin and forces my head to meet his gaze. His hungry dark eyes sending me a message to open my needy mouth.

“Stick out your tongue,” his order has me gasped.

I obey immediately without question and he spits right down my throat. As his taste fills my own, he moves his hand and begins to rub my clit. His free hand thrusts his huge dick into my soaked folds.

No warning. The stretching and force sends me over the edge. My moans increase in sound and I am riddled with both embarrassment and excitement.

He proceeds to fuck me like he hated me. Thrusting hard and fast over and over again. I don’t even know what to feel at this point. My eyes glued to his over my shoulder as my saliva drools from my gapping mouth onto my breasts. I can feel the cool breeze against the heat of my body as his and my own drool continues to take the path of least resistance–falling down all of my curves.

Draven

I wake up from a deep and much needed sleep. My dick so hard it’s causing me pain. I fluttered my eyes open, my hand on my crotch. I can already hear the moans and waves of ecstasy radiating from Ophelia as she dreams of us.

Unable to control myself, my barrier disappears and I close my eyes-falling uncharacteristically submissive to my inner beast. Images of what Ophelia is thinking and feeling flood my senses.

Fuck she is so god damn hot. I watch as her lips pale and her eyes roll in the back of her head as she orgasms. Her back arched against my chest-thighs tight and our laps both soaked from her excitement. I swallow hard as she reaches up and pulls my face close to her’s.

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“Be mine,” the growl was intended as a beg but from that dark flash in her face-I can tell she was taking it as a demand.

“Cum… in… so… deep..,” her words escape her clenched mouth. I can’t stop myself from blushing at her request. Ophelia looks so beautiful when she is desperate like this.

“What was that my pet?” I toy back-knowing that outside the dream my hands are stroking my cock at the pace Ophelia is imagining.

“Cum inside me,” Ophelia huffs. The air disappears as I can’t hold back any longer. The force of my ejaculation causes my eyes to shoot open-eagerly looking for something to help clean up the mess I’ve just made.

Ophelia has stopped moaning, her cheeks a deep rose color and lips parted slightly. I lean over and carefully use a finger to wipe up the drool spilling from her needy mouth. My touch sends a shockwave through me-as if her skin were lightening looking for something to make a connection too.

I can hear the crickets and the mice throughout the barn. It’s nearly morning. I can deal with this later.

Draven

The morning after a night of drinking, fighting, and running for our lives is never easy to approach. I am supposed to be this all-knowing Alpha and here I am, sitting on a makeshift bed, unaware of who in my clan has made it out alive.

I watched as Stella appeared in the barn again before disappearing. I could smell the lunch she left us—fresh bread, fruits, what I assume is jerky, and some fish chips. Her appreciation for Ophelia’s little trick with the soldiers indicates it must’ve been extremely successful.

I wait for the stable boys to leave with their respected care, leaving the barn empty aside from Mateo, Ophelia, myself, and barn cats. I slide down the ladder and gather the food up in a pouch which I carry in my mouth as I bound back up the ladder.

I nearly jumped when Ophelia was sitting up in bed. She had removed her tunic and the makeshift dress. Her bare shoulders and arms peeked out from underneath the covers, her chest covered.

“Morning…,” Ophelia wouldn’t look at me. She continued staring into her lap.

I set down the pack of food on the edge of the bed before I noticed a proper dress had already been set aside for Ophelia with shoes and even a change of clothes for myself. “Afternoon. Sleep good?” I sat on the edge of the bed facing away from her. I felt awkward at my intense desire to turn around and catch more of her as she changed her clothes.

“Can… Can I be honest with you?” Her voice was riddled with nerves. My heart skipped.

“If not me then who can you be honest with?” I could feel nervous cool sweat cover the surface of my skin.

“Last night… Last night was the first time I have ever been…ever felt…”

I turned around and watched her from over my shoulder as she put her face in her lap and struggled to find the words.

“I have never felt like I had a purpose before. And last night—”

I crawled over the makeshift bed and lifted her chin with my finger, “oh my love. You saved them all last night.”

Her golden eyes were sparkling in a way I had never seen before. Like she, in this very moment, has decided to allow her true, most authentic self to be seen by the world around.

It didn’t and doesn’t matter about me anymore. If she wishes to reject our link, I will be grateful just to have her in my life any way I can.

“You want to know how I slept?” her voice was quiet and face blushed.

I nod. It’s the only thing I care about in the world at this moment.

She chewed the inside of her cheek and diverted her eyes. I let go of her chin to pull her close into a deep hug.

When the blanket fell, I could feel her bare breasts on my chest and the sensation was almost too much for me. I got up and swirled on my heels.

“Get ready. We gotta check in on the Clan and are only a few days' ride away. I gotta go for a run before changing.” I jumped off the platform and took off in a full sprint.

Ophelia

“I can’t thank you both enough for all you have done!” I smiled at Stella who even reached out to some of the traders and found me a pair of glasses. I was right of course.

Her features were beautiful. Stunning clear skin with a beauty mark on the corner of her upper lip. Her bright blue eyes and chestnut hair pinned fashionably, her soft features were a complete contrast to that of her husband’s–who was very hairy indeed. They were a little big for me but I was happy to see clearly again for the first time in days.

“No deary, you have opened my eyes in ways I never realized. Using a feminine charm to disarm soldiers? Who taught you such things?”

Stella had me in a hug in which I couldn’t quite breath as her breasts were huge and blocking my mouth and nose with her embrace.

“Stella My’Lady, please release the girl before your bosoms suffocate her and leave this young lad without a bride.” Harrold’s chubby hand rested on Stella’s tall shoulder. He was about my height and I blushed when a flash of the two of them intimately appeared in my mind.

Draven appeared on Mateo and dismounted from him-helping me up before remounting his steed.

“Thank you again! I will never forget your kindness!” Draven kicked Mateo’s sides and we were off at a pace I didn’t think was possible on horseback.

The wind in my hair felt refreshing and sensational. It was as if I were a completely new woman. One with purpose and confidence. After the nights of heated dreams about him, I dare myself to look up at Draven. Truly taking in his appearance.

His black hair has messy lose curls atop his head that shine when the sun bounces off it. His dark skin makes the whites of his eyes shine and his teeth, those fangs that poke from underneath his upper lip when he talks or smiles…or growls.

I take a deep breath in before returning to admire him. His broad nose matches his broad shoulders. Those full lips made me want to kiss him and feed him by hand. I can’t stop blushing as I picture the stark contrast of his personality.

The demanding alpha who eludes death and danger. Commanding everyone and everything around him.

And the boyish charm he had when he’s vulnerable such as this morning in the barn.

Despite them looking alike, I can’t seem to wrap my head around him being the same person. I wanted to know more. I needed to know more about him. Who is this man?

How do I….

“Ooof!” I lean forward, holding the hilt of the saddle as Mateo leaps forward over a stream of water.

A deep chuckle from Draven makes me scoot closer to him, my dress loose and hiked up to my thighs so that I may properly mount Mateo during our journey.

His rough hands pull me into his body close. And I take in his scent.

He smells of fresh pine and rain. I close my eyes again allowing my body to be wrapped up in emotions.

I look down at his hands and begin to count the scars. The surface showed years of hardship. Scars ranging from the color of soft pink to deep maroon seared his skin as if badges earned after a hard lesson. The skin on his knuckles were dry and cracked. His fingernails were dirty but well maintained.

“Making sure I am clean enough?”

His voice broke my train of thought.

“What happened to you?”

He laughed at me. I could feel his body against mine and it make me hot. I pulled my hair to the side and tucked it into the petticoat neck line.

“What hasn’t happened to me my dear Ophelia?” Draven leaned down into my ear and gave it a quick nibble.

I blushed as the sensation made me curl my toes.

As the landscape shifts before me, I am met with one thing for certain.

Ophelia Celik died the same night as her Father.

Oxwell Celik died the same night.

The Celik’s are no more. It’s just Oxwell and Ophelia. And even those names may need to die as well.

It’s a new morning, and the air feels fresh.