The Monster Within - Book 1

Chapter 8

It's dark outside as I wake in my bed, feeling the mattress dip around me. For a brief second I think it's Justin, but he left hours ago and he certainly wasn't in my room.

I open my eyes to see the face of the beast that attacked me. The towering wolf with jet black fur. Its snout glistening red in the moonlight, as droplets of blood land on my sheets. The wolf edges closer to the top of the bed, its giant paws surrounding me. Its claws digging into the material of my duvet. I lay still, not moving as I pretend to be dead. The animal lowers it's face to the nap of my neck and inhales. A whimper escapes my lips as a jolt of fear runs through my body from the proximity of the huge wolf bearing down on me. I close my eyes wishing for it to go and as I open them again the beast has changed into someone familiar. Someone scary, but familiar. He glares down at me with those dark green emotionless eyes, with blood smeared across his chin. It's the guy from the hospital. When he sees the flicker of recognition across my face he smirks the same way he did in the lift. He moves his face to the nap of my neck again and inhales once more.

'Please.' I say, not moving.

He pulls back and looks into my eyes. His head rolls to the side as if he's a confused puppy, not understanding.

'Please, don't.' I whisper.

He pushes back to his knees, with a leg still on either side of my waist. He doesn't move from the straddling position and I can't help myself when my eyes move down his body, as I only just realise he's completely naked. He watches me as my eyes drift all the way down his front, following the intricate tribal tattoos, covering his chest, until I reach his gigantic manhood. I bite my lip a little before I remember what's happening. My eyes snapping back up to him.

'What... what do you want?' I ask, but there's no reply.

'How did you find me?' I ask, with no reply.

I try to sit, but he moves a hand to my shoulder, pinning me down on the bed. He leans back over me, brining his face about an inch away from mine. My breathing starts to get heavy as the anticipation builds. The smell of the blood on his face should repel me, but it doesn't. I want to run my tongue across those lips and lick up the bright red liquid. My eyes focus on his mouth. My lips part and my back arches, pressing my body into his.

'Not yet.' Is all he says as he climbs off the bed and jumps out the window, leaving me alone in my bed confused and embarrassed.

Suddenly I jump up in my bed, reaching for the light. As I illuminate the room with blinding light I cast my eyes to the window. The window which is now shut. I look over the bed for any evidence, but there's nothing. There are no claw marks that have ripped through the fabric of my bedding and no blood droplets, trailing up the bed.
It was a dream? A very vivid, yet not real dream.
I lay back in the bed and let out a huge breath.

'It was just a dream' I tell myself as I roll back over to the lamp, plunging the room back into darkness. I lay there for a while with the dream playing on loop in my mind. The way the muscles on his body catch the moonlight. The way my body called to him, like a magnet being pulled by another. The way he made me feel dominated and protected at the same time. The sight of his package, laying bare for me to see... To dream about. And then I think about the way the blood dripped from his mouth as if he's just killed with his teeth, and how I wasn't scared. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to press my lips to his and have the coppery liquid fill my mouth. I lick my lips at the thought.

'Get a grip.' I tell myself. 'It wasn't real.'

It takes me a while to get back to sleep after that. I hoped to dream about the mystery man again but I don't. Not this time. I wake feeling a little disappointed, but with a strong determination. I need to find out who he is. I don't know how to explain it. It feels as if there's a force out there pushing me towards him for some reason. But where do I start?