stops rocking just long enough to pull them down. My jeans are kicked off the bed, and he lands softly on top of me again.
His hands cover my breasts, kneading them into some kind of submission.
I arch my back, pressing them more firmly into his grip.
“Yes.”
His teeth graze the edge of my panties as his hands continue to squeeze and release, squeeze and release.
The cloth tears, and I tense.
I try to sit up, and Ren's hands become bonds.
“You want this,” Ren says.
He's right, I do, but now I'm in over my head. This is more than I've ever done with any man. My pussy's a wet, throbbing thing I don't have control of. It has a mind of its own, and right now it's beating a steady rhythm of fill me up.
I don't want to be forced. I've been the aggressor this whole time. Ren's been fending me off for years, but now on the eve of handing over my cherry on a plate to Brandon, or the Reapers, Ren decides he wants to fuck me?
It can't be right.
The hands that held me down dig into my breasts.
It's not seductive—it's painful. My body jerks as his hands leave my breasts to tear away my panties.
His face dips between my legs, and his hot breath on my sensitive opening makes my pussy open like a flower awaiting pollination.
The skin on those hands isn’t fair like Ren's, but a light red. The fingertips have short black nails. Talons.
Not Ren.
Panic ensues and I struggle.
A face rises from between my legs.
Kellan.
Yet—not.
I scream and a hand lifts from my breast and slaps me. My face rocks to the side.
“Scream all you want, breeder, but I’m having my slice of Druid twat. No one can save you. It's your own sorcery that has availed this opportunity.”
I kick at him, and he pins my bare leg with his, landing on me hard enough to take the breath from my lungs.
I suck in a lungful. “Get off me, or I'll bite your nose off!”
A tail rises behind him as fangs grow long inside his mouth.
What the fuck is he?
“Try it, breeder. Your own magick has assisted me. You'll never figure out how to escape. In the meantime, I’ll fuck you until your virgin blood runs off the bed and pools at our feet.”
I heave, toss, squirm, bite, kick, and finally cry.
Kellan spreads my legs with his knees. He jerks a pillow underneath my hips as he holds my hands above my head with one of his own.
He poises above me, his prick at my opening as his phallus-shaped tail brushes the bud of my ass. He’s primed for tearing out my cherry.
His image wavers. I shake my head in denial and to clear my vision of the horror of Kellan.
His words come together in my mind.
My magic.
My mind scrambles even as I feel the beginning of his harsh entry.
The spectral realm is so close to the dreaming one that the border between them is as thin as a sheet of paper.
It's a nightmare.
If I can wake myself, I can escape.
I opened myself to invasion by entering the spectral realm, and Kellan found some kind of backdoor. His true form is revealed in this living nightmare.
My thoughts take only moments.
I gouge my hands that are secured under his hold. My nails bite deep, blood filling the crescent-shaped wounds as I lie there.
“No!” Kellan screams, his image becoming translucent.
That's it.
I force more injury on myself.
He wavers then disappears.
I open my eyes, and two anxious gazes stare at me:
Ren and Brandon.
I gulp back my fear-induced adrenaline. Looking around the bedroom they've holed me up in, I remember where I was and take a shaky breath. I'm in the Reaper-Druid stronghold in Seattle.
“What is it?” Brandon asks.
I throw Ren a guilty look, remembering the near-sex incident that really wasn't. Kellan used my crush on Ren to get into my brain.
I blurt out the truth as I see it. “I'm not safe.”
“You are safe.” Brandon’s anxious eyes make my guilt worse, if possible.
“Kellan tried to dream-rape me,” I whisper.
Brandon's face contorts into a frown, and even with that screwy expression, I can't help
His hands cover my breasts, kneading them into some kind of submission.
I arch my back, pressing them more firmly into his grip.
“Yes.”
His teeth graze the edge of my panties as his hands continue to squeeze and release, squeeze and release.
The cloth tears, and I tense.
I try to sit up, and Ren's hands become bonds.
“You want this,” Ren says.
He's right, I do, but now I'm in over my head. This is more than I've ever done with any man. My pussy's a wet, throbbing thing I don't have control of. It has a mind of its own, and right now it's beating a steady rhythm of fill me up.
I don't want to be forced. I've been the aggressor this whole time. Ren's been fending me off for years, but now on the eve of handing over my cherry on a plate to Brandon, or the Reapers, Ren decides he wants to fuck me?
It can't be right.
The hands that held me down dig into my breasts.
It's not seductive—it's painful. My body jerks as his hands leave my breasts to tear away my panties.
His face dips between my legs, and his hot breath on my sensitive opening makes my pussy open like a flower awaiting pollination.
The skin on those hands isn’t fair like Ren's, but a light red. The fingertips have short black nails. Talons.
Not Ren.
Panic ensues and I struggle.
A face rises from between my legs.
Kellan.
Yet—not.
I scream and a hand lifts from my breast and slaps me. My face rocks to the side.
“Scream all you want, breeder, but I’m having my slice of Druid twat. No one can save you. It's your own sorcery that has availed this opportunity.”
I kick at him, and he pins my bare leg with his, landing on me hard enough to take the breath from my lungs.
I suck in a lungful. “Get off me, or I'll bite your nose off!”
A tail rises behind him as fangs grow long inside his mouth.
What the fuck is he?
“Try it, breeder. Your own magick has assisted me. You'll never figure out how to escape. In the meantime, I’ll fuck you until your virgin blood runs off the bed and pools at our feet.”
I heave, toss, squirm, bite, kick, and finally cry.
Kellan spreads my legs with his knees. He jerks a pillow underneath my hips as he holds my hands above my head with one of his own.
He poises above me, his prick at my opening as his phallus-shaped tail brushes the bud of my ass. He’s primed for tearing out my cherry.
His image wavers. I shake my head in denial and to clear my vision of the horror of Kellan.
His words come together in my mind.
My magic.
My mind scrambles even as I feel the beginning of his harsh entry.
The spectral realm is so close to the dreaming one that the border between them is as thin as a sheet of paper.
It's a nightmare.
If I can wake myself, I can escape.
I opened myself to invasion by entering the spectral realm, and Kellan found some kind of backdoor. His true form is revealed in this living nightmare.
My thoughts take only moments.
I gouge my hands that are secured under his hold. My nails bite deep, blood filling the crescent-shaped wounds as I lie there.
“No!” Kellan screams, his image becoming translucent.
That's it.
I force more injury on myself.
He wavers then disappears.
I open my eyes, and two anxious gazes stare at me:
Ren and Brandon.
I gulp back my fear-induced adrenaline. Looking around the bedroom they've holed me up in, I remember where I was and take a shaky breath. I'm in the Reaper-Druid stronghold in Seattle.
“What is it?” Brandon asks.
I throw Ren a guilty look, remembering the near-sex incident that really wasn't. Kellan used my crush on Ren to get into my brain.
I blurt out the truth as I see it. “I'm not safe.”
“You are safe.” Brandon’s anxious eyes make my guilt worse, if possible.
“Kellan tried to dream-rape me,” I whisper.
Brandon's face contorts into a frown, and even with that screwy expression, I can't help
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