Page 43 of Fractured Shadows

It beckons me like a whisper on the wind, pulling me forward.

I don’t even realize I’m moving until the trees part for me, welcoming me into their darkened midst, allowing me to pass without issue.

It’s a dream, it has to be.

But why, and what is happening? I have no answers, but something tells me I should follow it and let it guide me. It could be important, so I bolster myself and allow myself to be pulled. I walk and walk, and then suddenly, I find myself before the castle, as if the distance was shortened or I missed time.

Either is a terrifying prospect, and almost as scary as what I might find inside those black walls.

Why would I dream of a place I’ve never been to?

The large iron doors stand open as if waiting for me, and I head inside, my footsteps silent on the polished black stone floors glistening with an inner light. I can only see directly before me. The outskirts of my vision are hazy and not fully formed, and when I turn my head, it mists, so I focus on each step.

The chamber I’m in is long, but I’m suddenly before a throne sitting on a raised platform. It’s made of jagged, shiny black rock with white spiraling through it like lightning, and there, sitting on the huge throne, is a king. I can’t make out his face, but there’s a crown sitting between his horns, and his back is bowed as he shakes in agony, clutching a black silhouette spread across his lap.

It’s a person, I realize as I step closer, the shadows clinging to her—a human.

His head drops back, and an anguished roar splits the air, sending me stumbling back in fear. Only then do I comprehend that the human in his arms is dead.

He roars harder, clutching her to his chest and rocking her, and my heart breaks for him. His pain becomes mine before he, too, fades into shadows, and then they both disappear as the castle around me turns to smoke.

Wait, what?

“Why did you bring me here? What was I supposed to see?” I shout, but it’s no use. It’s like clutching onto air. It slips through my fingers, flinging me back to my body.

And to wakefulness.

My eyes fly wide with a gasp, and the world around me explodes in color…and pleasure.

I lift my head, my eyes locking on Bracken, who has my thighs thrown over his shoulders and his head buried between my thighs. My nipples are hard and begging for attention, and desire spirals through me as his fang filled mouth wraps around my clit and sucks.

I fall back with a gasp, sliding my hands down my body to tangle my fingers in his hair and tug him closer. His touch, his tongue, chase away the rest of that dream and bring me back to him.

To them.

“Glad you could join me, Goldie,” he purrs, lifting his mouth from my pussy, his lips and chin glistening with my need. “Now scream for me again, won’t you?” he whispers before his tongue darts out and drags down my folds from my clit to asshole and back up, thrusting inside me.

“Bracken!” I pant, pushing him away, even as I tighten my thighs over his shoulders, pulling him closer. “What—”

“You were having bad dreams, so I figured I would wake you,” he purrs, placing a gentle kiss on my clit. Chuckling softly, he drags his tongue down my pussy again before he groans and closes his eyes as if to savor my taste, his fingers gripping my thighs to keep me spread for him. “I had a bet with myself that you would taste good, too good.”

“Brack—” My voice cuts off on a choked moan as his lips wrap around my clit once more and suck. Smirking, he releases it and ignores any protests I have as he licks and sucks every inch of my pussy. One hand strokes across my thigh, and then a finger presses against my entrance. I whimper as I watch him, trying to slide it inside myself. My need is great. With his dark, hungry eyes locked on me, he slides that finger inside me before adding another and curling them, stroking a spot inside me that has my legs jerking. My head falls back to the earth, and my heart slams as pleasure spears through me.

“Good girl, Goldie. Lie back and let me feast,” he murmurs against my pussy, the vibrations making me cry out. “So pretty, such a pretty little pussy. So pink and wet for me. Before I’d even touched you, you were wet. Did you know that? Wet and begging for my mouth, even in your sleep.”

I grip his face, rolling my hips and grinding into his touch as he pulls his fingers from my channel and thrusts them back in before adding another. He stretches me deliciously, his tongue lashing my clit in flirty touches.

I need more, I need—

My thighs stiffen and my back arches as a scream rips from my throat. He nips and sucks my clit while he rubs his fingers inside of me.

I hear the others, but I can’t stop, the pressure spiraling through me as he sucks my clit. His fangs only make pleasure explode through me again, flooding my channel and soaking his hand as his fingers thrust into me.

When he finally releases my clit with a greedy lick, I slump back, my gaze locking on him as he sits up. He watches me as he sucks his fingers clean with a groan. “I won the bet. Like I said, you taste amazing, Goldie, and now you’re awake.”

“Fuck me, I thought we were under attack,” Grim mutters, and I blush hard as I sit up, pushing my skirt down as I glance around to see all of them on their feet with their weapons in their hands as if ready to fight.

Brilliant.

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