My demon biker.
Mine.The word floats through my mind as he looms over me. His scabbed wings extending from his back to shield my naked body.
I don’t know what’s more terrifying. His horns, his scabbed wings, or my attraction to him. He’s scarily beautiful. An angel of death who is set to devour me. Right now, nothing else matters but the sizzle of his touch as he wraps a hand around my throat with raw brutality. His lips meet mine and the rest of Hell turns to ashes. I part my lips, welcoming his tongue as it invades my mouth.
A golden and black threads weave between us, tying into an infinity knot.
Our soul bond.
Eternity.
You belong to me now, little wolf.
My golden angel fell to Hell.
Fuck. I’m going to own you.
Completely.
You’re mine to have.
To hold.
To mate.
To love.
I don’t know where his pants went, but they’re gone and his hot, veiny, hard flesh meets my center. His lips meet my neck as he thrusts inside me like a savage beast come to rut his mate. Ruthless grazes the sensitive skin with his teeth and bites. What a beautiful burn. He claims me in the middle of a bar, and I don’t care. I want him. Driven by lust or madness, I scrape my nails down his back, urging him to take me harder and deeper.
My nightmare has turned fantasy.
Told you, you’d enjoy it, Daciana.
White hot heat flashes behind my eyes and I wake up gasping in the center of my bed, missing Ruthless and his touch.
I rub my eyes and glance around my bedroom with an ache deep in my chest, feeling like a stranger. Like I don’t belong here.
I want to go back.
Take me back.
Ruthless.
I reach for him with my mind, but there’s nothing. A chill cold as ice ripples down my spine.
Was it all a dream?
It can’t be.
He has to be real.
He has to be.
I lay back down and close my eyes, hoping that if I fall asleep, I’ll be back in his shadowed touch. Tossing and turning sleep doesn’t come.
I walk into the bathroom, noting that I’m dressed in a white bra and black shorts.
A bottle of pills sits on the side of the sink.