Where am I? Didnt I fall asleep in the cemetery? Mia.
Pm here, but I dont know where we are either.
It looks like the inside of a dungeon.
I smell something...
interesting ahead of us.
Interesting? What kind of scent was that? Ilooked around, alert, and began walking through a dark corridor.
This place felt so unreal.
I ran my hands along the cold stone walls, the only sounds were my breathing and the click of my boots against the ancient floor.
I didnt know where I was going, blindly wandering through this dark labyrinthor so I thought.
In reality, something was pulling at my soul.
Was I dreaming? The end of the corridor led to a heavy, ancient wooden door reinforced with blackened steel rivets and crossed by two thick iron bars, firmly locking it shut.
If that werent enough, rusted but sturdy chains wrapped around the mess of locks, holding it all together.
What the hell was behind that door? Whatever it was screamed danger, and I wasnt about to find out.
Dream or not, I was getting out of here.
Iturned my back on it, but I hadnt taken more than two steps when I ---- heard the chains falling to the ground, bolts sliding, and the heavy groan of the door creaking open.
Every hair on the back of my neck stood on end.
Damn it, what kind of nightmare is this? Do I turn around or run like a maniac? In the end, as always, I made the worst decision.
I turned around and stared into the intense darkness.
It looked like a rather spacious cell.
Texpected it to smell old and filthy, but instead, an intense scent of sandalwood teased my nose.
Mmm, smells amazing.
Should we explore? Iwas startled by my wolfs voice.
She was usually more cautious than me, yet I found myself taking a step forward, then another, and another, venturing deeper into the shadows.
I tried to adjust my vampiric vision to see my surroundings.
Looking around, it appeared to be an empty prison cell.
But everything changed when I glanced toward the back of the cell.
What the hell...2 Imurmured, stepping back.
Tshould have left.
Why was I acting like this? Ts this a dream? No, it cant be.
Nothing bad should happen.
Mia, whats wrong with you, damn it? J dont know.
Get closer and see.
It looks like that man is dead, though the intense scent is coming from him.
T must be completely insane to keep listening to you, I muttered, but I didnt stop until I was just a few steps away from what seemed to be a tall man, over six feet.
His strong, bare torso was barely covered by tattered rags.
He was slumped against the cold stone wall, his hands bound above his head with thick shackles and chains.
His head hung forward, shoulder-length black hair covering his facial features.
Ireached out without thinking, something pulling me irresistibly, like a moth toa flame.
Ibrushed a few strands of his straight hair aside, revealing the pale skin of his flawless facesquare jaw, beautifully masculine.
My fingers brushed against his cold cheek.
His eyes were closed beneath dark lashes, and I stared, fascinated, at his sensual, closed lips, tracing them with a furtive caress.
Calm down, Celine, I scolded myself, straightening and running a hand over my face.
How deprived of sex did I have to be to conjure up this kind of wet dream? Isighed, needing to wake up.
But then my eyes caught sight of ugly scars on his chest, and I leaned in, intrigued, to examine them.
Mia, when were done with this mission, we need to find a wolf to give us a good tumble.
Looks like our heat is coming early.
That wont happen, little one.
The only one whos going to give youa good tumble is me.
---- Ijerked my head up at those low, husky words, spoken right above me.
I found myself staring into the most intense, blood-red eyes I had ever seen.
They were so overpowering they felt like they could freeze my soul with just one look.
This...
this is a dream...
I murmured to myself, trying to convince myself.
We were so close our breaths mingled, and mine quickened with every passing second.
I was frozen in place.
Ts it? he replied, his gaze trailing down my face.
That dominant, ambiguous scent of sandalwood enveloped me, brushing over every pore of my body.
As beautiful as I imagined.
Tell me, little one, whats your name? J...
[screamed internally at my brain to snap out of it.
What was wrong with me? Your name.
Now.
Tell me, he commanded, implacable.
Celine, I whispered.
He lowered one handone I thought was shackled to the walland caressed my cheek, tracing down to my chin.
His finger circled my mouth before sliding over my lower lip, slow and sensual, coaxing me to part them.
Celine, he said, his voice thick with satisfaction.
I love it.
It must sound exciting to moan it while I reach my orgasm inside you.
Wait! What?!