Made For Him

This book was uploaded on Dreame by Benita Ritz. All the copyrights are owned by Benita Ritz! If you find this book with this note on any other website than Dreame then contact Benita Ritz on i********: at ptf_16   IMPORTANT NOTE: This book has the story of two couples. The author has given attention to both couples while writing the story. The chapters are equally divided for the two and the plot focuses on the two couples equally. ~ Comment First Time Read here -> A tortured groan escaped his lips as he tossed around his bed. The sheets were crumbled and ridden down the bed, pooling at the floor. The moonlight peeked through the window and caressed his glorious body, defining the muscles and contours. He looked like an angel. His golden hair was plastered on his forehead by the sweat beads. His chest was heaving up and down as a pained look spread over his face. As another tortured groan escaped his lips, he clutched a handful of the bedsheet in his hands and growled. He was trapped in a nightmare or rather a vision which haunted him. He was cursed with the ability to peek into the future or see the past through different eyes. He has had many such visions which tore him further apart. Tonight, he was seeing something which he desired the most yet couldn't have. This vision was different than the others because it awakened a part of him which wouldn't rest until he'd get his hands on what he was seeing. Desire and need seeped through his veins like blood, setting all the cells in his body on fire. He never felt this overwhelming desire for something except one- his mate. His heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest. The throbbing pressure he felt in the organ which granted him the title of a man, demanded to be surrounded by the warmth of a woman's insides. He wanted to release. He was still in his room, trapped in the vision but the vividness of the vision otherwise made him feel as if he was present in it for real. The room was drenched with various colors and swarmed with intoxicated people. Exotic music floated in the air along with several scents. He moved through the crowd, towering most of the people due to his enormous size. Many females threw flirtatious looks at him but he and his wolf were not interested in any of them. They were enchanted by this specific scent that floated in the air and stood out the most. It was enough to intoxicate him and like a dying addict, desperately searching for the last crack of cocaine before taking his last breath, he followed the scent hungrily. He was desperate to reach the source of the scent which he was going to keep to himself. Everything else faded away as he blindly followed the scent. The scent got stronger with every step he took in its direction. It bought him and his wolf on the edge. Soon, he found himself standing in front of a stage whose bottom swarmed with a cheering crowd. As he focused on the stage and zeroed his eyes on one of the dancers, a thundering growl escaped his lips. The loud music covered his growl but the people nearby looked at him in fear as they made space for him but he wasn't bothered about them. His eyes were set on only one person on the stage – her. She danced with such grace and beauty; it was hard not to look at her. Her perfect body was on display. Very little clothes covered her body while her face was half covered with fabric, only leaving her beautiful hazel eyes bare which were closed as she moved her body along with the music. Her thick, long brown hair flowed freely and stopped at her waist. She was lost in the music, her body in sync with the beats and the rhythm. Even though hundreds of eyes were trained on her, each filled with lust, she didn't feel them due to the superiority of her art and the depth of dedication she was immersed into. But there was this certain pair of dark blue eyes staring at her with so much heat; she could feel it leaving scorch marks on her skin. She opened her eyes and was met with his fervent ones which looked at her as if she was owned by their owner. Those eyes held her captive. They were as deep as the sky and as secretive as the sea. She was instantly mesmerized by them. Everything else faded away as she stared deeper into them. A low growl escaped his lips as he studied her. He was unpleased by the way she was dressed, showing off her body which only belonged to him. Her face was covered, which he wanted to see so badly. It was decided then and there- he owns her, every part of her- from her body to her soul. The more she stared at him, the more she was consumed by desire. The hungry and guttural look in his eyes made her spin on her wheels and leave the stage. He was on his feet instantly, determined to catch her and make her his. Suddenly, the crowd disappeared and the loud music faded away, replaced by his room and the eerie silence of the night interrupted by pleasurable moans. She was lying under him, bare, as he hovered over her. The heat of their bodies mingled with each other, keeping them warm in the cold night. Her soft warm body was pressed against his hard and rough ones. Her hazel eyes pleaded him as he thrust deeper into her. Her legs were wrapped around his bottom while her arms were snaked around his neck, pulling him against her body to lock their lips. The sheets were torn apart and the bed was a mess. The pillows were broken and feathers spilled out of them. They were consumed by flames of desire as the sparks turned into fireworks lighting up the dark sky which resembled his life. As he thrust deeper into her, she moaned out loud while her fingers dug into his back. "Ahhhhhh, Haestus..." Suddenly, his eyes snapped open and he sat up with a jolt, searching his bed for her knowing that he would be disappointed. The other side of his bed was cold and empty. His breaths were ragged as his chest filled with unquenchable desire. He clutched the sheets hard in frustration. The ripping sound of fabric filled the silent night along with a groan filled with need and desperation. Oh how badly he wanted her. He wanted to run his hands all over her, leave no part of her untouched. He tried to remember her taste but it was gone even before he could register it. The throbbing pressure was still there between his legs, begging for release. He rubbed his face and let out a frustrated growl. His wolf was on edge. If he granted him control then his wolf would set out to hunt the female they saw in the vision. He wouldn't rest until he got his hands on her. She was so important to him. He knew who she was- someone he desired for so long but wasn't blessed with – his mate. As he took deep breaths, her name escaped his lips, "Orabelle..," She was a witch.