Chapter 34: Dangerous Dreams

But you are a good person. I wanted to tell him that. But instead, I moved closer to his chest and lay my head on the smooth surface of it. I could hear the loud beating of his heart, the uneven breathing. I can even feel the rumbling of his thoughts.

A smile formed on my lips while my right ear rested on his chest.

“But if you were to search and kill your mate instead, isn’t that the same thing that happened to your parents?”

Now Zarion gasped at my logic. “Well—”

“Death is not always the answer, Zarion. Sometimes it's the question—a question that I presume you’ve already been asking yourself right now.”

I don’t know where I got that kind of wisdom. But here I am, advising a century-old werewolf who’s simply on the couch I shared with him.

My thighs relaxed and wrapped around Zarion’s. He was so soft and warm to my body. His presence made everything complete. I’ve never thought cuddling, such as this, is therapeutic. Calming and soothing. I could smell his musky scent and hear his rough breathing. My arms draped around his waist, and my eyes shut close because this moment is like a lullaby to me. Like I was a baby and he is my….mine. He is mine.

I fell into his arms and drowsiness drowned my body.

My mind became erratic; thoughts shrouded my system and vivid images of genitals of combined bodies that I want to be suppressed appeared in front of me. The two human beings were familiar to me. I couldn’t see their faces. I was standing in a folklore forest. The silhouette of the sun’s rays illuminates the whole place.

I was wearing a white dress. The wind blew my hair as I stood there, looking at the two people so in love with each other. They were doing something. Something only a couple would do. And I didn’t understand what I felt. It was so terrifying, and my heart broke into a hundred pieces even though I didn't want to. I can’t understand the emotions, lest decipher it.

But I guess I couldn’t control my own emotions—my own demons—while watching them.

The woman was kissing the man hungrily like their mouths are born to be devoured by one another. He was passionately kissing him back, yet he was giving me a glance from time to time like he wanted to know my reaction. Goosebumps and nausea washed through me, and I took a step back, not liking my own reaction.

He must’ve seen my expression since a smirk brightened his face. The man started grabbing the woman’s breasts, saw his tongue diving onto it, swirling the tip in circles like it was his favorite lollipop. I could hear the woman’s erotic moan. It even echoed in the forest. She was liking what the man was doing to her so much that bile rose up to my throat. Singing in pleasure, that’s what the woman is apparently doing: her moans and voice, even the way her brow met and her lips curved.

At the same time, the man’s eyes sparkled with lust and heat as he started kissing the skin between the woman’s peak. His thumb brushed the two tips while his tongue swirled up and down. His eyes fluttered close as he started going down to the woman. Down and down, and I felt myself following them to that deep, too. The woman looked down, expecting him to do her pleasure but her mouth shut the moment the man invaded her down there in between her thighs.

I saw how her red-manicured nails curled on the man’s naked back. They are both naked actually, and the man’s muscles flexed simultaneously while his head moves up and down. It was clear on his partner’s face that she was enjoying it. They are both enjoying it. The moaning intensified, shattering my hearing, the same with how they were doing the deed. The closer they got to the climax, the more I felt something inside me was about to erupt.

I was affected by them. And somehow, deep inside me, a dark desire coils. I am liking this. I like how they feast on each other’s bodies, raw and untainted.

I never thought my heart could literally break into pieces. My breathing becomes rugged like theirs. I extended my hand, gasping for air. I walk toward the tree just to hold onto something. Tears rolled down my cheeks, salty yet sweet.

“It was too damned real to be a dream…”

Both of them continued doing the deed, while I grasped for more air. I wanted to walk away, leave, and never see them again. The woman’s pleased expression on her face makes me want to slap her hard. Anger encapsulated my system while looking at both of them. I wanted to stop looking at them, to gouge out my own eyes for what I just witnessed. But I couldn’t. It was like someone coded a binary in my eyes to not look away until they stopped doing it.

“Please, please, stop it…” I whispered to myself, praying. My knees wobble and I drop to the earth, lying on the ground like some wounded bird. “No, no, no, please, no—”

Like a waterfall, my tears couldn’t stop streaming down. Down and down, until it filled the empty abyss within me. “Please, stop it!” I screamed at the top of my lungs,clenching my hair as I rolled to the ground. Trying to make my breathing turn to its normal state.

Unfortunately, I could feel my vision blurring slowly as I willed myself to stand up.

A minute later, the blurry face of the man appears in front of me. There were four of them, to be exact—circling and grinning in front of me. It was scary, yes. And then I could feel my breath being rugged even more.

A hand choked me out of nowhere.

Stop it! Stop it!” I was running out of breath, screaming at the top of my lungs. I started clawing his arms, and my nails dug into his chest. But he was so strong that I couldn’t even lift a finger to him.

It feels like he was sipping the soul out of my body… siphoning every bit of energy left. And if I don’t stop him, I am going to die. I will die.

“Cassidy!” Someone shouted the name that snapped me back to reality. My body is immensely rained down by sweat, my breathing uneven, and my throat is dry as fuck.

“What happened?” Those were the words that first came out of my mouth.

Zarion is now in front of me. His eyes fixated before narrowing, observing me while both of his hands were clinging to my shoulders. He tried soothing it. Soothing me. I didn’t even notice I was quivering so badly in an intense magnitude.

“Hey, are you okay?” His face expressed utter concern toward me.

I didn’t reply to him, and couldn't even open my mouth once more. Looking around, I was in the same position on top of him, laying on his chest while his body relaxed on the couch.

His face darkened. “Cassy, please talk. What happened? Do you have a nightmare?”

And as if my head has a life of its own, it nodded—without me realizing it.