It feels like home.
I don’t know where I am. The smells aren’t quite right. I’m not back in Wintermoon territory. But it’s close enough to make me ache for it to be.
“I want you,” his voice is deep and determined.
I open my eyes, but I don’t see him. “Where are you?”
“Here,” he says from behind me, his lips dropping to my neck to kiss me.
I shiver as his hands wrap around me, leaning my head into his chest. I take in a deep breath, but his scent is masked. I toss a look at him over my shoulder, but so is my vision of him.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“Your mate.”
I expect this shadow of a man to shift into Ambrose clearly in my mind, but he stays a shadow. A blur behind me. His voice is amix of Ambrose and Nyx. Like in my mind, I’ve combined them into one man.
This isn’t real.
I don’t know what’s really happening to my body right now, but I know this isn’t real. It’s a dream. One that’s distracting me from my reality.
“Sleep, sleep until it’s over, Lumi. Dream of something that makes you happy,”Nyx’s words float through my head again.
Being with my mate, whoever that may be, makes me happy.
I look down at the long, silky, sheer white dress I’m wearing. Something completely at odds with the forest I’m in.
“Is this my dream or yours?” I tease.
“It’s yours, but I might be influencing it a bit,” he says as he licks over the shell of my ear.
Warmth pools between my legs, begging for more.
“What do you want, Lumi?”
I want to know who you are. I want to know who I’m dreaming about.Who am I fucking in my dreams?
I don’t ask. It doesn’t matter. This is a distraction from the horror my body is currently going through. That’s all.
I start running, needing a moment to feel free.
My mate chases me. “You naughty girl.”
I laugh, running faster, the train of my dress blowing in the wind behind me. I run until I feel like I’m flying.
He’s faster, though. I wait to see if he’ll shift. If he’ll give me another clue as to who he is.
He doesn’t shift to catch me. Especially since I want to be caught.
With another leap, he catches my wrist in his and spins me. My dress twirls out all around me as he grabs me by the waist and spins like this is a fairytale.
When he sets me back down on my feet, my dress is gone. So are his clothes.
My cheeks flush. “Magic?”
He shakes his head. “It’s your dream, Lumi, you’re the one making the decisions.”
“Hmmm, then read my mind right now. Tell me what I want.”