Dream mate

Chapter 6 - Nightmares; part 2

Hana shivered, curling tight into herself to maintain the small amount of heat her thinning body was able to emit. Her breath wisped from between parched lips in visible tendrils smoking in the air, catching the dim light of a single lamp. From the small glance she had grabbed before being thrown inside the room, she seemed to be in some kind of office. Not a place she had ever been dragged to before. Bookshelves lined the wall, with a large couch sitting to one side, looking inviting for any avid book reader. Both the books and furniture were weighted with a layer of dust, hanging a thick musty scent all around her.

The light came from the far side of the room, from a tall, classy lamp that stood behind an ornate desk. Its heat was a drop of hot water into a freezing ocean, but it fought to cast a warm yellow hue over the flat surface. A figure was sitting at the desk, a silhouette reclining into the light’s path casting a long shadow that almost reached her hunched form. Hana knew who she had been brought before, she had expected his presence the moment she was pulled from her cell. It had been three days since she last saw him, not that she had anyway to count the passing of time, but his last words were of her punishment.

‘Three days without food and, here, this is the last of your water too.’

Simon had thrown his half full water bottle at her before storming from the cell. No one had checked on her since that moment, leaving her to her dark isolation. In a way she had enjoyed the peace. Knowing her next bout of pain wouldn’t suddenly appear was a blessing, even if it came with a hunger that chewed at her stomach. Once her cell door was opened, Hana knew her time was up, and she’d be pulled before him again.

“Hungry?” An amused drawl filled the room, echoing around its grimy corners. Hana didn’t respond. The energy to move her mouth and think of words felt like a heavy burden she didn’t want to take on. Still, he needed an answer. She tilted her head up and carefully placed her eyes on the shadowy figure, thankful she couldn’t see his face. “Of course, you are.”

With a flick of his wrist, a small slab of bread landed before her, rolling to a stop in the dirt. Hana felt saliva build in her mouth but fought every urge in her body to lunge for the relief. Instead, she waited, silent and still, not wanting to earn herself another punishment.

“Well, look at that. You can learn.” The harsh chuckle barely reached her as her focused was rooted firmly on the bread. “Go on then. Eat.”

Finally, Simon gave her permission and Hana reached out with a shaky hand. The bread felt heavy and hard in her grip, certainly stale, but she’d eat anything to take the edge of the ache in her stomach. Before she took a bite, she whispered, “Thank you.” The words were coarse in her unused throat, but the feeling was quickly replaced by satisfaction when she took her first bite of food in three days.

He waited for her to finish before he spoke again. Quietly watching her with a deep satisfaction which would’ve disturbed Hana is she wasn’t more preoccupied. “You look cold, Hana dear. Why don’t you come over here and let me warm you up?”

She felt her whole-body jerk before freezing like a deer in headlights. Her eyes grew wide, but she couldn’t move them from the point of the floor they had become affixed to. Her hands twisted tight into the fabric of her worn clothes, gripping with white knuckles as the pounding of her heart reached a level that pulsed in her ears. Hana willed herself to move, either away from Simon or towards, but fear rooted her to the spot.

The screech of a chair scraping across the floor made her wince, knowing her indecision would now come at a price. She screwed her eyes shut as heavy thuds gained on her position. They stopped before her, as an unbearable presence that penetrated her closed lids. She trembled under that weighted pressure, doing everything she could to keep herself from crumpling at his feet. Suddenly, a white-hot pain sliced across her cheek, throwing her to the floor with a dizzying speed. Her head cracked against the wooden ground, and she felt a sharp bite of her teeth splitting her lip. It was a small inconvenience compared to the ringing heat in her skull.

Before she could recover her bearings, a sweaty hand wrapped around her jaw and squeezed. Simon forced her back to her knees, holding her face to stare up at him from her cowering position. Hana was sure she could hear her jawbone groaning under the strength of his grip.

“I won’t ask again.” Simon growled.

Hana slumped to the floor when he released her and stalked back to his chair. Simon reclined once again; his hands folded casually on his lap as if nothing had just happened. She dared to cast a glance up to him and felt a burning hatred swell in her throat, mixing in a battle with her fear and need for survival, fated to lose once again. Lavender eyes were fixed to her, a gleam of impatience making them shine dangerously in the dim light. She had to move.

With a grunt of effort, she coaxed one leg to plant firmly beneath her body. The second wasn’t as easy to move, her balance feeling very shaky as she pushed to her feet. Hana was already panting and tried to slow her breathing to ward off the nausea stirring in her stomach. All she wanted to do was collapse and accept whatever punishment came, but a sickening smirk pulled at Simon’s lips as he watched her weakness surfacing and she hardened against it, somehow managing to stay upright. Hana convinced her feet to move forward in a small shuffle, reminding herself that her choices were limited to this or death. A silent tear slipped down her cheek, a slight balm against the humming pain swelling there. Still, her legs continued their steady march to the desk.

Just as the minor relief of making it to Simon’s side surfaced, her thigh scratched against the sharp edge of the wooden desk. Her body cried out its injustice and dropped her to her knees in defeat. Before Hana felt the jarring impact of the hard floor, strong arms grabbed at her shoulders. They held her neither too soft to let her fall, nor too tight to hurt, but just enough to save her and keep her weak form suspended. She wanted to flinch away from the touch but something inside her relaxed instead.

Frowning, Hana lifted her eyes. Rather than the lavender orbs she was expecting, gentle brown eyes greeted her. They were framed with ginger hair and the sight prickled the awakening of some sweet memories inside her mind.

“Sam?” She croaked, eyes widening at the impossibility of his presence.

Instead of answering the Alpha drew her close to his chest, pushing back the chill of her form and enveloping her in a comforting warmth that she was happy to succumb to. His familiar scent washed over her, taking her from the grim place she had found herself. Though she closed her eyes, she felt like she was basking in sunlight.

Soft, sweet pressures against her neck made Hana stir awake. As her consciousness returned, she became vaguely aware of the large body pressed into her back. Its warmth was soothing, and its touch showered her skin with small tingles of pleasure that drew a smile to her lips. Arms encircled her waist, lazily trailing up and down her stomach.

“Morning.” Sam’s voice was gruff with sleep and vibrated against her neck as his lips continued to taste her.

“This is different.” She gave a pleasant hum and lengthened her neck further, much to his delight. Her fear had melted with the dream of that place, leaving only the relief of Sam's presence filling her, and she was happy to indulge it.

“You were having a nightmare.” The Alpha stopped speaking to suck on a particularly sensitive spot, drawing a soft whimper from Hana as her body came alive under his attention. “I wanted to try something new to help.” His lips ghosted over her skin as he spoke, moving to hover against her ear. “Did it work?”

She shivered as the vibration of his words worked its way down her spine and melded with the stirring heat in her core. “Yes.” She breathed with a smile.

Sam moved away so she rolled to her back, before rising to place his hands either side of her head. The Alpha looked down at her, a wish held behind his gaze, searching deep into her eyes. The intensity made Hana gulp, but she refused to look away from the gorgeous man hovering over her. The man who had saved her from Simon, accepted her into his home and had become a rock in her life. She knew without a doubt that she loved him and he loved her. As he slowly dropped his head to her neck once more, leaving sweet butterfly kisses before dancing them down her chest, Hana sent a silent prayer to the Moon Goddess. She prayed that Sam would be her mate come the morning. The connection she felt with him was undeniable and everyone in the Hidden Flower pack expected them to be fated for each other. One more day and then they would know.

Sam passed over her breasts with only a teasing hesitation, continuing his exploration of her body as his tongue trailed over her stomach. Hana felt her arousal grow, coaxing her hips to roll into the hard body above her. Then, as if in response, rough hands quickly gripped her thighs and forced them to part, spreading her legs wide and pressing her knees to the bed beneath her. Hana gasped, a furious blush climbing her cheeks as she saw Sam’s expression change into something dark and hungry. His eyes bled with amber hues and his lips parted with the glide of his tongue. He held her in place and waited no longer before dipping his head to the apex of her thighs.

The Alpha’s hot breath tickled across her skin, making her tremble as anticipation eagerly leaked from her core. Hana bit her lip, trying to resist the need to tilt her hips so she could feel his mouth on her, but when Sam’s tongue darted out to flick once against her clit, she hissed with the spark of pleasure that rushed through her and groaned for more. He was happy to oblige. Trailing his tongue through her folds, the Alpha tasted her excitement before teasing her sensitive bud. He worked her with quick swipes and slow languid rolls that barely ghosted around her need. Hana bucked her hips off the bed, trying to find the friction her body craved, but Sam pulled back each time, refusing her release.

She let her eyes flutter shut as Sam pressed two fingers inside her. Her p***y quivered as the digits curled, pushing against her sweet, rough spot with a rhythm that matched his irregular teasing. Before long, she was a panting mess beneath him, writhing and moaning at his every whim, always kept on the edge of release with sweet torture.

“Does that feel good, baby?”

Hana snapped her eyes to his face nestled between her thighs. His lips glistened with her juices, and she felt her core tighten, seeing the look of hunger in his expression hadn’t waned in the slightest. Her gaze became half lidded and she slowly nodded, unable to grasp a single word to reply.

“Tell me.” Sam growled.

“Yes. You make me feel so good, Sam.” She groaned.

“I’m going to show you just how good you can feel and make you c*m all over my tongue. f**k, Hana, I can’t get enough of you, baby.” She felt her breath hitch as the hands on her thighs tightened their grip and spread her even wider for him. “Then, birthday girl, you’re going to ride my d**k until you can’t feel anything but me.”

“It’s not my birthday until tomorrow.” Hana corrected through haggard breaths, a teasing smile playing on her lips.

A sharp nip against her inner thigh made her yelp but her hips were locked in place by a strong hand, keeping her at Sam’s mercy. She peered down at him, feeling his gaze penetrate her with its intensity. “Do you want me to stop?” She swallowed, her head already moving back and forth at the thought of his mouth leaving her core in its needy state. “Good, because a wolf only turns eighteen once, and I’m going to make it so special that you’ll never forget it.”