Page 2 of The Awakening

“Hello, someone there?” I ask, but again, there is no answer. I grab my towel, wrap it around my body, and close the shower door, leaving the water running. Walking slowly, I reach the corner of the small hallway that separates the lockers and the shower room. I expect to see someone fiddling with their locker, but the small room is shockingly empty. I stand there momentarily, waiting to hear anything more, such as the toilet flushing or the sink turning on. When I hear nothing, I turn back around to head to the shower again. Perhaps I was hearing things.

Since being thrown into this unpredictable and chaotic lifestyle, I’ve become jumpier and aware of the slightest noises, so much so, I feel like my mind plays tricks on me. I reach the shower and remove my towel once again. Cracking the glass door a bit, I test the water temperature to find it has reached an optimal heat. I open the door fully to step in completely. Just before I do, a rigid body wraps around me from behind, holding my arms tight to my body.

My instincts kick in, and I begin to fight back. I drop my body, allowing my total weight to buckle beneath me. I hoped this move would’ve allowed me to slip from their grasp, but I quickly realized this person was much stronger than I gave them credit for. My body hardly budges. They squeeze me harder as my legs connect with the floor again.

I fight and swing my head back, trying to connect with their face, but I’m hitting nothing but air. Weighing my options, I viciously kick backward, connecting with their legs but doing little to harm them. This person is massive and built like a fucking boulder.

“Get the fuck off me!” I scream, my voice echoing through the locker. I’ve been told not to waste my energy on talking or screaming, but now, I’m so frustrated I can’t help myself. Suddenly, I’m being pushed into the shower as the water sprays down on my face. My body is pressed hard against the tile wall, and whoever is behind me lays their body flush against my backside. My breathing is heavy as I lift my leg in front of me to try to push myself off the wall. I get one leg up, readying to move our bodies back, when a familiar voice fills my ear.

“You’re turning into quite a fighter, baby girl.” His deep voice fills my head as his lips brush against my ear. My body begins to relax as his arms slowly start to ease their hold on me. I don’t turn around right away; I savor the feeling of his lips on my wet skin. His mouth wanders down my neck until he stops on the top of my shoulder. He lingers there for a while kissing at my cigar-burn scar as if he can magically kiss away the imperfection.

“You know it’s not nice to sneak up on a woman. Especially when she’s naked,” I say over my shoulder, our cheeks brushing together as he continues to kiss my scar ever so lightly. He pulls away, allowing me to turn around to meet his gaze. Dean is standing completely naked, the water cascading down his muscular frame. My eyes follow the water spray as it dips and glides down each of his glorious muscles.

“You’re in training. This was simply another test.” His voice is full of mischief as the corner of his mouth lifts slightly, giving me a devilish smirk. I take a small step towards him, our bodies centimeters from touching.

“Did I pass?” I look up to his face, carefully avoiding the water so it doesn’t pelt my face. Dean raises his hand to the side of my neck, pulling his bottom lip into his mouth as he lowers his face to meet mine.

“You failed.” His lips crash onto mine before I even have the chance to argue with him. I want to fight against his hold on my neck, but Dean has a way of making me surrender to his touch. My body instantly betrays me as I kiss him back with equal ferocity. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him deeper into the shower until my back is pressed up against the tile once more. His hard length grows against my stomach as our tongues start to fight one another. I let out a soft moan against his lips as he tilts his hips, grinding harder into me. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his slim waist, continuing to hold his neck, not once separating our mouths from one another. We are hungry, devouring each others lips as if this is our last meal.

The moment we lost Colson was the moment we started living life as if each moment was our last. I’ll never take for granted time with either of my men. Every day, every hour, every minute is cherished and spent like it’ll be our last. Everything feels as though it’s been heightened. My emotions are stronger, and my sense of smell, sight, and touch have been strengthened to new levels. People say when you lose a sense, the other senses become greater. I can attest to that. This was true for me when it came to losing Colson. I lost one of my senses, and everything within me has now been amplified.

Dean’s hands are butter gliding across my wet body, exploring every curve, every scar, and all my sensitive spots that only Dean and Everett have yet to find. Dean’s grasp on my body is rough, not painful at all, but hard enough for me to know I am his. I belong to him—a part of me will forever belong to him.

He reluctantly pulls away from my lips, breathing heavily as he tries to catch his breath. Leaning his forehead against mine, he presses his body into me, his hands gripping my ass, squeezing me hard enough to leave handprints.

“I’ll never get enough of you. You’re my oxygen, and I can’t catch my breath.” Dean’s voice is low, his lips brushing mine as he speaks. He claims my mouth with his once again as he lines himself up at my entrance.

“Kidnapping you was the best thing I’ve ever done, and I’d do it all over again.” He doesn’t let me respond. He thrusts into me once, fully seating himself, making me gasp. The sudden pain subsides as my body begins stretching for him. He stays fully buried inside me for a moment before pulling out slowly and thrusting harder and deeper inside me once more.

“Fuck, baby girl, your pussy is perfection.” His moans fill the small space, bouncing off the tile walls as he begins to thrust faster. My back slaps against the tile wall with each motion. Dean snakes his hand between us, quickly finding my clit and making circular motions—fast and fluid. It takes no time for me to feel the crest of an orgasm building within my core. My abdominal muscles flex as his fingers work me like a piano, his cock starting to twitch inside me. He’s close, his speed picking up once more. Our breathing is erratic and wild. Two feral beings devouring one another. Two hungry wolves fighting each other for the release we both search for.

My walls begin to tighten around him as my orgasm rushes through me like a tsunami, quickly breaking me down from the inside, and causing me to see stars. My pleasure soars through me, creeping into every crevice of my being. My fingers, my toes, my brain, everything feels as if I’m drunk. I’m drunk on Dean. I never want this sensation to stop. My internal temperature is at a million degrees as my orgasm sparks fire beneath my skin. Dean suddenly stops thrusting as he finds his own release, his pleasure spilling inside me. Our bodies fuse together as one; not a single part of my body is without a piece of Dean as he presses himself firmly into me. Our breathing becomes synced as we slowly come down from our euphoric pleasures.

He curls his hands around my face gently and brings his lips to mine. Kissing me softly, he slowly slips out of me, the sudden emptiness causing me to moan against his mouth. Kissing me gentle and slow, the sensual side of Dean emerges as his inner beast finds its hiding spot once more. Until next time.

After we shower, Dean and I head to the lounge to join Everett and Arno. Walking into the lounge together, freshly showered and freshly fucked, Everett gives us a knowing look along with his signature crooked smile.

“Took you both long enough. I debated coming to find you.” Everett’s voice is playful as he scans me up and down before shooting me a subtle wink.

“I was going to come look for you, but this bloke threatened my life if I did,” Arno said, leaning back into his lounge chair. His large frame spread across the chair; his legs opened wide. His smile was all mischief as he gave Dean a taunting look. I didn’t miss Dean’s low growl at his statement, the protective beast trying to make his escape.

“I’d have to say that would’ve been a stupid mistake, Arno. I know you’re smarter than that,” I joke with him as I make my way over to Everett’s side, taking up the empty seat beside him on the large couch.

“Yeah, you’re probably right, little one, plus I’m finally in their good graces. Don’t want to fuck that up, now do I?” Arno replied to me as if Dean and Everett weren’t in the room with us. I shoot him a smile, this new friendship with him is turning into something I never thought I would need.

From starting off as a total prick, to becoming this, whatever this is. I like him, and I need this friendship more than I realized. He believes in me; he sees something in me that no one has seen until now. Arno trusts me. He doesn’t treat me like some glass doll that will break at any moment. To Arno, I’m one of the guys, a ‘bro-girl’, as he likes to call me.

I went from feeling like a burden to being included in this society—in this crazy-ass world of chaos. This is the new me; I’ve felt reborn since starting to train as a Shadow. Something inside me is emerging from its cage, something that’s been locked up for far too long. It’s finally inching its way out of the dark and stepping in the light, becoming stronger and stronger every day as the light shines brighter and brighter.

While I’m snuggling into Everett’s side, Dean finds a spot on the lounge beside us, settling in as he lets out a long sigh.

“Right, mates, we’re here to discuss Sloan’s progress on her training to provide a report to the higher-ups. They’ve been asking about her abilities and need an update,” Everett addresses the room. He squeezes my shoulder slightly, reassuring me that I am on track in his eyes. To me, that’s all that matters.

“Well, I can sure as shit say her combat skills are strong as hell. She keeps up the physical training, and she’ll be able to take down a man three times her size.” Dean looks over to me, giving me a slight head nod. Surely, he was referring to our moment in the shower. I give him a small smile, my cheeks getting warm.

“I second that—she almost slit my throat today.” Arno’s laugh fills the room, and I see Dean glance at Arno with eyebrows raised.

“Well, shit, why didn’t you, baby girl?” Dean asks, cocking his head at me, genuinely wanting an answer as to why I didn’t just go ahead and kill him. The banter between my guys is playful, but of course, I sometimes think they are actually serious

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