Page 63 of Attraction

She nods and tries to relax as his hand strokes hers, but suddenly she can feel a different sensation, one she can’t describe. Something brushing against her palm, it’s like a…a kiss?A tongue—he’s licking her. Licking the wound, he’s tasting her blood, and then as suddenly as the hot pain burned her skin, the ice-cold numbing sensation comes, and the pain subsides. His kiss is like anesthesia taking the pain away.

It feels odd – painful, but there’s also something incredibly pleasurable about that pain.

She gasps as the cold of his kiss continues with more urgency. Something inside her calms and her body relaxes and now she can’t help herself, she has to know what he’s doing.

She opens her eyes and is immediately confronted by his amethyst eyes glowering at her. Taking a deep breath, she looks at him and all she can see is blood—her blood—staining his lips. Then, she’s aware of his touch. His fingers stroke her arm, moving slowly up over the curve of her breast to her throat. Placing his large middle finger against the throbbing thud of her pulse he smiles, staring her deep in the eyes.

She can’t move, still gripped by his hand, she feels weird odd – it’s like that times she dropped an LSD tab a medical school – just for research purposes. Her heads in a spin, dizzy reality blurs and her thoughts become a swirl of emotions. Stepping into the black fog that clouds her mind she fights to stay conscious. And with Darius fingers still pressed firmly on her neck she feels like she’s going to pass out.

She looks up trying to focus on his face, his purple eyes focused on her. There’s a loud howl inside her head—an intense feeling of rage. Luna claws at Kat’s thoughts, desperately trying to force a shift and free herself from the confines of the body that imprisons her.

But Kat can’t think about Luna, all she can do is focus on him, the purple glow of his eyes as they stare fixated on her green.

Then as her eyes close, she falls into the darkness of her mind and finally succumbs. Letting herself pass out, her legs buckle and her body falls—or she thinks she does. She never feels the thud of the ground—he catches her, gently laying her down.

She has no grip on reality.What’s real and what’s fantasy?She can’t decide. But her thoughts are consumed by him, or the image of him. Even though this is a dream she can see him clearly—smell his scent, and lifting her hand from her side she reaches out grabbing the back of his head, pulling him towards her to kiss.

Wait, am I dreaming?She doesn’t know.

Luna howls in pain and it focuses her thoughts. Her breathing slows and in her dream-like fantasy they’re passionately kissing. She can taste blood—her blood—a heady cocktail of sweet-copper mixed with his bitter saliva.

She feels drunk—high on desire as she fights to wake up, to stop this and bring herself back to reality and regain control.

She can’t. This feels like a nightmare that she can’t wake up from but she allows it to continue.

Now fantasizing about his body being on top of her, wishing she had taken her clothes off—been naked with him. They’re kissing. His tongue deep in the back of her throat, he tastes divine and she wants more. Gasping and groaning her arms wrap around him, pulling him against her but then he blurs and she can’t see him. She tries to focus but as he quickly fades into the darkness, she calls to him…Darius!

The feeling of want is so intense, and she can’t help but grab at him, kiss him, and push herself against him. But then she stops.

Lying still, she listens. The world around her is silent and all she can hear is the sound of breathing—her breathing. Deep, slow, regular breaths in sync with the beat of her heart.

What the hell… where am I?Panicked, she tries to decipher the tornado of feelings, wondering:What’s going on? Why would she kiss him like this, with the team—Ryan, only feet away?

But instead of being ashamed of what they’re doing it has the opposite effect—it’s turning her on.

The euphoria is intense as she fantasizes about having sex with him. It feels incredible and her clit throb with longing—the wet seeps between her legs, she wants him so much, even ignoring her wolf, Luna’s howling cries of anxiety as she reaches for him—wanting the touch of his body on hers.

She’d never thought about Darius in a sexual way—he’s always been such an ass, so why would she? Good looking, fit, muscular—yes, but still a moody ass. Besides, her whole inner self, her wolf, was consumed by Ryan.

Luna wanted Ryan and every thought and desire she had was only about him. She needed him so much that it overwhelmed them both—it left nothing for Kat to want. That’s why her wolf hates this and she fights desperately against Darius’ intrusion into her thoughts.

But unlike Luna—Kat likes it, it feels good and she admits to herself: She wants Darius.

“Kat… Hey Kat… wake up!”

“Hm… what?” She groans, blinking her eyes open. “Ryan?” She frowns, confused, and wiping her hand across her lips, she can taste a residual bitterness on her tongue. Looking up, the early morning sun is starting to creep above the horizon, bathing them all in a soft orange glow. “What the hell…oh my god!” She gasps. The reality of the dream was too intense.

“Hey… You feelin’ okay? I think you might have been dreaming.” He smiles. “You want some coffee before the chopper arrives?”

“What? Digby…” Rubbing her head, she frowns, confused, as she wakes from the deep coma of sleep and sits up, groaning in pain. An intense ache in her shoulders makes them hurt, her body muscles stiff from carrying Digby’s weight. She sighs loudly, opening her eyes and looks up at him. “Where the hell am I? I mean, what happened? Did I pass out? Shit…” She frowns.

“Hey, Shhh… you’re okay. It was just a dream, everything’s going to be okay. Kat, you’ll be fine. I’ll get you some coffee.” He smiles, watching the confused questioning look on her face.

“I just… oh my god that was surreal. I thought Darius cut my hand, I …Shit.” She laughs. “I didn’t realize I was that exhausted. I must have been hallucinating. I guess I should have drunk more water.” She stretches her arms and takes a breath, trying to make sense of what went on between the knife cutting her hand and waking up. She can’t, and it feels like a whole period of time is missing. Then lifting her hand from beneath the sleeping bag, looking at it, turning her palm over, she frowns. There’s nothing. No pain, no blood, and most intriguingly,No cut? Definitely a dream.She sighs—relieved. “Sorry, I guess I should get up.”

“It’s okay. Take your time. Oh okay…Whoa!” He stops her. “Hold up, I’ll get your shirt. I mean, you don’t wanna give the guys a free peep show now do you?” He laughs.

“What?” Lifting the bedding again, she notices she’s dressed only in her underwear. “What the hell is going on?” she says, not sure what’s happened to her.

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