Enslaved in Shadows

by Tigris Eden

  “Shh, I’m not leaving rest now. Sleep.”

  He pulled her into his arms and slowly reclined back on the bed. She was draped across his chest holding on to him as if her life depended on it. Who was her daughter’s father? Surely it wasn’t Marcus. If she felt her daughter was safe. How come she hadn’t stayed with the father? Seconds later light snores drifted up and tickled his cheek. He took a deep breath, his chest rising to match hers. This was how it should have always been. From the beginning. Didn’t matter she was human she was meant for him. He wouldn’t be able to have pups with her, but he’d have her, and her daughter would be his daughter. He could love her as well. Jesminda nuzzled deeper and Draven couldn’t help but stroke her hair with one hand and rub her back gently with the other.

  This felt so right.

  Chapter 11

  The sheets were a bit greedy when they caressed her bare leg. Bare leg? She was dreaming again. She knew it by the hand that rested on her other leg. It was warm and strong. She could feel the callous of her lover’s fingers as they drew circles on her thigh, over and over again. It was meant as a thought perhaps? Because her dream lover didn’t seem so attentive. Jes quickly changed the game when she turned and overlapped her thigh with his taking her hand and caressing the bare chest of her strong dream lover. The skin was scarred, like claw marks were raked down the front of his left pectoral and then wound around to settle low on his back.

  His chest rose to meet her touch and there was a low rumble. It sent mini vibrations through her hand. Lazily, she draped her chest over his and sought his mouth. The road was soft and prickly, but tasted like heaven. She fused their mouths in a savage kiss and ate at his lips, enjoying the feel and the texture of their lips meeting. He resisted only for a second and then took control. He overpowered her with his mouth, his lips opening wide to stop her movements. She groaned her pleasure and frustration. He plundered the dark recess of her mouth with brutal force. As if he was in pain and only her lips could quell the torment that plagued him.

  Searching hands settled her body more firmly atop his, aligning her in perfect place with his erection. She should open her eyes, see her treasure. His cock was hot and heavy, burned through his jeans. Her dreams kept getting better and better. A silent prayer to the Gods of Sleep and Dreams were in order.

  “Damn.” Hot breath fanned over her cheek as an open-mouthed kiss was dragged across her sensitive skin. From the corner of her eye to the corner of her mouth, he covered her with his lips. Wet and warm, his lips caused her to shiver with excitement.

  “Don’t stop now, I need this. I need you.” She expelled on a long breath as his hands grabbed her ass, grinded her closer to her goal. She wanted him out of the jeans, so she could welcome him into her body, where it hurt most. Jes fingers stroked the soft beautiful waves of hair, the smell masculine and clean. It hung heavy in the air she breathed, a tantalizing scent. It settled on her skin. Jes took a deep breath to inhale more.

  “Not, going to stop until you tell me.” Her dream whispered. This was the first time in a long time she’d felt anything this strong. Not since before Marcus. Last time she felt this good, it was a fleeting moment with a stranger. A stranger who’d fathered her child. Now it was her turn to be the stranger, to a man so familiar with her body. He anticipated her every need. Knew where to touch, where to kiss. His hands caressed her in a way a lovers did who remembered her swells and curves and wanted a refresher course.

  “No names. After tonight you will never see me again.” Jes said on a long moan.

  Strong hands stilled and jerked her up. Green eyes clashed with hers. They glinted in a sliver of moonlight. Angry eyes, she hadn’t dreamt of in a long time. She smiled down at him and tried to caress his face, but her dream Draven wouldn’t let her. He grabbed both her hands and shook her hard.

  “Stop it,” She laughed. In the real world this would have frighten her. Made her close down and buckle at the anger and strength.

  “You were never rough before,” she pushed forward. Trying to hold his arms in her man made restraints. He tossed her easily and she would have fallen if he hadn’t grabbed her around the waist and adjusted her on the bed.

  “Dumb ass.”

  “What?”

  “I said dumbass did I stutter?” He looked at her sideways from over his shoulder. Her dream Draven wasn’t supposed to be an ass.

  “Look Mister No Name, this is my fucking dream, so shut the fuck up, drop your draws and give me some.”

  Both his eyebrows shot up and he cursed low under his breath. Dream Draven quickly got up and walked into the bathroom. Jes turned over on her back and put both hands behind her head. She would wait. Be ready for him when he came back with the lotion. Her body was tense. Her dream guy knew she needed a rub down. Score one for dream Draven. Before she got a chance to take her next breath, cold water soaked her face. Gasping for breath, she scooted back until her head hit the headboard. This does not happen in dreams!

  “You awake now!” He roared.

  What the fuck? She sputtered and gasped as the ice-cold water froze her skin in a painful way. Yup, she was definitely awake now, fully awake. Pissed, and stilled aroused.

  “What you do that for!” She screamed back.

  She wiped her face on the blanket when she noticed she was in her underwear. Draven was just in his jeans. Low on his hips and his erection still taunted her. Long and thick, the head peaked above the waistband, shiny and wet from his want. The ropes of muscle on his stomach moved and danced as his chest heaved with each breath. The inverted v-shape of his hips and the trail of hair on his stomach were too much for any one woman to take. She should be furious. Not horny, not ready to have hot sweaty sex.

  The air in the room crackled with electricity. This was going down. It was on and he didn’t even realize it. She still craved satisfaction, and tonight she would get it. She reached for the clasp of her bra and let it fall to rest on her lap. His eyes glazed over in wanton lust. Raw hunger etched his face as he took a step forward. She could see the indecision in his eyes. Should he or shouldn’t he? Draven gave her courage with that look. It had been to long since she was with a man. Jes lifted her hips and pulled her underwear down to her ankles, slowly taking out one foot and then the other. She was naked now and the ball was in his court. Go hard or go home, she thought to herself.

  “Well?”

  “Well, what?” His voice sounded tortured, strained. He was just as scared as she was.

  Her blood pounded in her ears as he quickly made work of his jeans and tossed them on the floor. He was glorious. Hard body, sculpted muscles, and the dizzying effect he had on her body, all worked to rise her higher. His legs were thick and portioned to his height and weight. A light dusting of hair covered his thighs and legs. Yeah she was definitely team Draven. His erection beckoned her with each jerk and sway. It was her compass and pointed north. Welcome to the land of sex and stunning. She wanted to lick every inch of his body. Jes rose up on her knees and began to crawl closer to the edge of the bed. His hands were fisted at his side, and his erection jumped as she crept closer. She was going to taste him this time and he wasn’t about to stop her. This was still her dream even if she really was fully awake. She’d think about the ramifications of her actions later. When she licked her lips and tucked the bottom lip between her teeth, he let out a groan. So she did it again until her knees met the edge of the bed and she was face to face with his straining cock.

  “I want to taste you.”

  “Later. You’re beautiful.” Draven whispered as his hands came up to tangle in her hair. He didn’t tug painfully, he massaged with deep sure glides of his fingers. The stress from the day instantly left her now liquid form. Her eyes closed and her head tilted to the side to receive his kiss. As if he wanted to savor every nuisance of her taste, he sipped and licked. Her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled him closer for more. This was a drugging kiss, one to get the other addicted, beg for another fix. She was falling
deeper and deeper under his spell, and she didn’t care, not right now. She bit his lower lip and tugged it into the warmth of her mouth and he moaned, forcing her knees out from under her as he pushed her back taking her down to the bed.

  He molded her body to the mattress with his weight and she gladly welcomed it. The heat of their skin seemed to fuse together making them one and he’d not penetrated her yet. She needed it, desperately wanted the connection. It should be the opposite, but she knew what she needed. What she craved. When he finally let her up for air, his lips were trailing from the corner of her mouth to the indent of her shoulder.

  “Aah.”

  “I couldn’t live another second, without touching you, kissing you.” He said against her skin. Jesminda wrapped her legs and arms around his body and squeezed as she tried to get closer, cage him in her embrace. She squirmed beneath him and tried to make contact but he wouldn’t let her.

  “Stay still.” He warned with a nip at her shoulder. “Patience is the key to all things rewarding petal.”

  Petal?

  “You go any slower, I’m going to burn up in flames.” She shot back.

  He chuckled and continued kissing his way around her body. She arched and bucked and still he followed his own path. He kissed her neck and collarbone with slow caressing drags of his lips. He made his way to her breast sucking one nipple and then the other. Draven made love to her body with his tongue. She could feel the beginning ebb and flow of her impending orgasm just from his hot lips and smooth tongue. A small string tightened as he played, only to be released and tightened again. He repeated the action over and over until she was gasping for breath. Her release hovered just on the edge, out of her reach.

  He went back to her breast again. Her stomach quivered as the invisible string tightened further. His lips sucked harder, the tips of her nipples increasingly tender with each suck of his mouth and pull of his teeth. He was trying to kill her! Her hands roamed over his sweat covered back and his hand shot up collecting both of hers in one of his. Why couldn’t she touch him?

  “Be still petal. I like you hot for me. I can’t wait to get inside your hot little pussy.”

  Oh God! She was going to die from too much stimulation and heated words.

  “Yesssss.” She hissed in his ear when he bent to kiss her neck. She wanted that more than anything.

  His other hand reached down to cup her heat, and she arched off the bed with a loud cry. Damn, damn damn. She was right freaking there! He sunk a finger into her soaked folds. In and out, he fingered her until her pussy was clenching.

  “Gods woman you’re so wet.”

  “Hmm.”

  He started an erratic pace as he finger fucked her, while taking her mouth in a soul searching kiss, trying to get inside her. She could feel it on a visceral level. He wanted into her soul. He wanted to walk around in it, put his mark on her. Imbed himself sub-consciously. Her thoughts scrambled when his finger hit her sensitive spot. She bucked, cried out with such force if the walls had been made of less sturdier material she would have brought them down.

  “Next time it will be my name you call out Jesminda. Mine.”

  * * * *

  Draven dragged his finger through her folds and groaned. The sweetest smell drifted and settled in his nose. Her lips were soaked and glistened with her cream. He’d suck her lips dry just to have her coat his tongue and throat. She was tight; her grip would be sweet agony. She was so flushed from her orgasm her heat imbued the air with a tangy, musky scent.

  “Look at me,” he demanded.

  Honey gold eyes slowly appeared. They were slumberous and dazed.

  “I want you to watch me take you, I want you to know who’s taking you Jes,” he whispered.

  “I know, you.” She moaned.

  “Do you?” He asked as he rose above her relaxed form positioning the blunt head of his cock at her opening.

  He dreamt of this, this woman. Night after night, he’d wake up drenched in his sweat panting, needing release. Whether it was to be released from her haunting beauty or to release his seed into her waiting heat, he didn’t care. What was happening right now would not be undone. Slowly he eased inside her welcoming folds, watching as her lips parted to welcome him. So tight, he grit his teeth trying to stop himself from slamming forward. Her gaze scolded him, melted him further into heated bliss.

  “Gods you’re so fucking tight. I’ve missed this. Missed it so fucking much.”

  He leaned forward pressing her into the mattress. Draven needed more leverage. Wanted her to take all of him. As if she sensed he was on the edge, she stilled him with her touch. Rubbed his face with hers and brought his lips to hers in a soft whisper of a kiss.

  “Take your time; I’m not going anywhere and neither are you.” She kissed his brow, and playfully traced the outer edges of his face with her mouth. Her pliant body writhed beneath him allowing him to sink deeper into her softness. The walls of her pussy grabbed him in a death grip and he shuddered. She was heaven and hell. Jes took him higher than any bird could soar, while dragging him down to the fiery pits of hell, a perfect combination of grace and rapture. She was everything. He eased back and pushed forward again balls deep. She melted further into the mattress as he set a slow steady pace. He needed to build her up and crash down with her. The feel of being buried in her heated softness had his skin crawling with need as his animal side fought for control. He grabbed the sheets beside her head in a death grip as his claws sharpened, scoured the mattress. Jes went wild underneath him as he picked up the pace. She was biting his shoulder and gripping his hair. She was taking him by force and he was the one on top, dominating their position.

  Draven willed his claws to retract as he eased his arms under Jes lifting her to him. He hugged her tightly trying to calm the storm as his animal emerged, wanting in on the action. He rolled them over so she was on top giving control over to her. She was unraveling him, calling to the beast. It wanted out it, wanted to claim her. Mark her with his scent, his seed.

  She looked like a siren as she rose above him, hands planted firmly on his chest. A contented look blanketing her expression. Her cheeks were heated, her lips swollen from his rough kisses. She eased up slowly on his cock, all the way to the tip and pushed down with such force they both let out a ragged moan. Knocked down was the only way to describe the feeling as she did this to him again and again. She was trying to pull his seed from him. Not without her he thought. They would go over together, to the moon and back.

  Draven reached up and pulled Jes to his chest holding her tightly as he tunneled up into her silky soft heat. They both struggled for dominance but he wasn’t going to let her get the upper hand she was coming with him dammit! One hand slid in her hair the other grabbed her hip in a bruising force. He moved up and pushed her down grinding his pelvic bone into her clit with every thrust. She grasped and clawed as his shoulders, which tore a wounded sound from his lips. His clawed hand dug into her side and he knew it was painful. He’d only have to draw her blood once and it would cement her to him further. This could be that time, would be if she were willing. But she wasn’t ready.

  Her hoarse cry of his name and the clamping of her walls signaled her release as she milked his cock. There was no stopping the river of fire as it raced from his balls into his cock filling her up, he couldn’t stop thrusting. He tried, but his animal side had taken over and his head swelled inside releasing more of his seed. She was wringing every drop from man and beast. Fuck, it felt good. Glorious. Glorious? He didn’t have time to dwell on his unmanly conduct in the use of frilly tutu words. He was with his woman that was good enough for him. Sweat soaked bodies cooled from the air in the room and tremors shook them both. He still held her as his other hand reached for the blanket and pulled it over them both. This is what he had to look forward to. This stuff right here.

  “I told you you’d say my name.” He whispered into her shoulder, gently grazing her with his teeth.

  “Shut up and let me
sleep. I’m beat.”

  Draven’s laughed filled the quiet of the room as he pulled her tighter and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

  Chapter 12

  A day and a half later, they were pulling up the drive to Jesminda’s friend’s house. The journey had been quiet and strained. Their shared night in the motel hadn’t been discussed and it didn’t look like it ever was going to be. Jesminda had drawn into herself. She’d remained in the back seat the entire duration of the trip. Did she regret what happened between them? Draven wanted to talk things out, tell her everything was going to be all right. He knew she was embarrassed by her actions. That was the only thing that could explain her behavior. He hadn’t hurt her, and thought she would have stopped him if he did. There were things that needed to be said, things that still needed to be done. The strings of his wolf imprinting pulled him closer and closer to the edge. There were still items on his plate, with his ex. They weren’t together but she deserved to have the details of why their relationship wasn’t going to work. Not just because Jesminda was in the picture. She was part of it, but the bigger part of it was he felt complete in her presence. There was nothing lacking in his life when Jes was around. He’d imprinted, a sure sign. There wasn’t hope for him and Melissa. Ever.

  He never expected his wolf to imprint on a female. Mate yes, imprint? No. But it happened, and maybe because his wolf started to bond with her all those years back. But because the coupling was so brief, it didn’t have time to do lasting damage. There was the situation with her child too. He didn’t really want to have pups. Not this soon in the game. It would make his mother and father happy. Even if the child were human, his parents would just have to get over it, quickly. He’d wanted to wait until he wasn’t taking dangerous assignments. It wouldn’t be fair to his mate or their child. Now he’d have to talk to Dravaggio once this was over. See about a desk job. He would explain to Jes that although the little girl wasn’t his biologically she would be his in every other way possible. Draven pulled the keys out of the ignition and Royce who’d been surprisingly quiet himself got out of the car first.