Page 31 of The Coven’s Sacrifice

“We do,” Harland declared, voice firm.

“Sure,” I said, leaning back down fully and closing my eyes. “I feel so cared for and loved.” My sarcasm was on point and I knew I acted childish, but I was drained of blood and energy and so done with their bullshit.

“Colin, please,” Jacob pleaded.

“Just.” I held up a hand, the blood trickling down from my wrist, making me frown in annoyance. “Leave,” I sighed.

They did, and once again I was left alone, feeling used and discarded. Their words said they cared, but their actions proved they didn’t. They’d fed from me last night and then tried to act all worried over me fainting from blood loss. What the fuck had they thought would happen?!

Once the room had stopped spinning, I tentatively rose from the floor, bandaging both my wrists. Sienna had placed several first aid kits in my bathroom cupboard, and those came in handy today. There was something wrong about tending to injuries brought on by two men who’d said they cared for me.

Shaking my head, I entered my bedroom, not caring about anything other than getting some rest. I hadn’t even ordered my chickens yet, something I’d looked forward to. Jacob and Harland had ruined that for me.

I closed my eyes and hoped things would get easier soon.

I must’ve felt lonelier than ever before as I dreamed, because instead of being ravished by Alexander, I broke down into tears and was comforted by him. He was just there, holding on to me as I grieved my life and my broken heart.

“I am here,” he whispered, stroking my hair.

“But you aren’t, not really,” I whispered back. “I wish I had you for real.” And I did. This dream Alexander was just what I needed. It was too bad he was made up by my own imagination, there to offer me what I so desperately needed in real life.

“Do you wish to be mine?” he asked, his tone endearingly hopeful.

“More than anything in the world,” I whispered back.

“Then say it,” he rasped. “Say you claim me as yours.”

I chuckled, but did as he said. “I claim you as mine, Alexander.”

He groaned, as if my words were filthy when they were anything but. “I need to claim you as mine, my precious. I need to sink my fangs and cock into you at the same time.”

Holy fuck.

Best dream ever!

“Yes, please,” I breathed, getting ready to do whatever Dream Alexander wanted me to. He left my bed, undressing hurriedly as his vest, then shirt disappeared. His pants were unbuttoned and discarded with his boxers. The sight of him all naked in front of me felt unreal. How my imagination could manifest something so magnificent was a true conundrum. I was glad for it, though. Fucking pleased that I had that sort of power within myself.

“You are stroking yourself,” he mused, smiling. It was the same smile he’d shared with the others, and it felt good having it directed at me. I felt worthy. Loved.

“I can’t help it,” I panted, wondering when I’d gotten naked. I didn’t care, all I wanted to focus on was Alexander’s eyes as he tracked my movements, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips.

“I need to get you ready for me,” he rasped, crawling back onto the bed. I spread my legs, letting my dick go so I could focus on his touch. If I’d been awake, I would’ve worried about it hurting, but this was my dream, so I trusted it wouldn’t.

Alexander sank down between my legs, and to my surprise, his tongue entered me.

“Alexander!” I gasped, clutching the sheets. It felt fucking amazing! “Don’t stop!”

His hands moved my legs over his shoulders, and then he got back to it, tongue-fucking my ass as I whimpered and moaned with pleasure. His tongue was slightly cool, like the others, his touch claiming on my thighs as he held me in place. I felt fucking worshipped as I lay there, my dream lover’s tongue in my ass.

“You are ready,” he panted, rising to his knees. I could only nod. I felt ready. I also really wanted to get to the good part before I woke up. I would never forgive her if Sienna woke me from this before I’d felt his cock inside of me.

He lined his cock with my entrance, then pushed in, and filled me up in a way that felt foreign and yet so right. My hands grasped his arms, my nails digging into his skin as everything felt… overwhelming. It was pleasure upon pleasure. His eyes glowed red as he slowly rocked into me, holding eye contact as I tried to catch my breath.

“Breathe, my precious,” he said, stroking my cheek. “We have all night.”

I nodded, feeling all teary again.

“You feel so good inside,” he praised. “So perfect and warm.”