AT YOUR MERCY

6. When Rest Is Useless

"Did you think running away would keep me from you, darling?" The deep rumble came from just behind me.

I must be asleep, I felt so dizzy and slow my body heavy and calm. I could neither think straight or figure out what was going on.

Slowly I turned my body, and was met with a broard chest, laying just next to me. A heavenly scent met me and I snuggled into it. What a nice dream.

Gripping the fabric just in front of me I kicked the duvet away from my bare legs.
I felt his hand grib my waist, and tug my shirt upwards. My mind was buzzing, and I felt light as a feather.

His hand found its way under my shirt and gently caressed the skin on my stomach. I hummed in content and snuggled into him.
Where was I? Was there something I was forgetting?

"You shouldn't be running from me mate." His voice was stunning, I could listen to it for eternity. I looked up at him. He had a stern look on his face, his forehead were all scrunched up.

With a frown I lifted my hand and slowly smoothed out the creases one by one. When I was done he had a soft expression and sighed at me. He is beautiful.

His hand reached around to my back and pulled me against him. I laid my head against his chest, and breathed in through my nose. He put his arm under my head, and hugged me to him.

"Why did you run from Copenhagen?" He asked.
Although I barely understood what he meant, I somehow mustered an answer.
"Someone was stalking me. I had to go, to be safe."

A low rumble came from his chest and his hand tightened. "Who was stalking you?" He asked, with a low and powerfully dark voice.

"You." I whispered and pulled his shirt into my nose.

He moved his free hand from my back downwards and grabbed my leg, just above my knee. His fingers rubbing gently on my skin. His strong arm tensed and i saw a tattoo of a dark wolf appear from under the sleeve of his tshirt. His forearm so big i couldn't reach around it with my hand.

"Our little mate, thought we were stalking her?" He whispered. I looked up at him. He had a small smile on his face, as he looked down at his hand on my knee. He gently caressed my skin on the inside of my thigh before looking at me with a glibt in his green eyes.

In one swift motion, he rolled ontop of me, pulled my leg up around his waist and put his weight on the arm that still supported my head. His face was just infront of mine. If i moved, my nose would rub against his. I was confused but calm as I could feel his body all over. His thighs slithered between my legs and spread them further apart.

Despite the fast and rough action, I was as at peace as could be. I rested my hands on the top of his chest and looked up at him, intrigued by his next move. He was enchanting and mesmerizing to say the least. I could not help but admire him as he lay proud on top of me.

He put his head in the crook of my neck, and inhaled sharply. Suddenly I felt his lips, just barely touching my skin. A small, almost unnoticable kiss. His warm breath fanned over my collarbone as I felt the tip of his tounge where his lips had just been.

What a nice dream.

I let out a sigh, and fisted his shirt. His hand around my leg slowly slid downwards, towards the top of my thighs. His warm rough fingers sending tingles through me. He let out a low rumble from his chest as i felt his teeth graze over my neck tentatively.

His fingers danced around my inner thigh, before he grazed the edge of my underwear slowly caressing the outside of them.
"I just wanna rip these off."

"But I like those.." I whispered and grabbed his hand. I brought it to my mouth, and kissed each finger lightly. My head was buzzing and the world was spinning. Have I been drinking again?

His chest vibrated with a deep long rumble. Slowly he took some deep breaths. Curiously I looked up at him. His face seemed to relax as he slowly laid down next to me instead. He sighed and pulled the duvet around me. He hugged me close and burried his face in my neck. He kissed my skin and tickled my collarbone with his beard.

"Sleep, darling."