Unleashing Maverick - COMPLETED

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A/N: I will mark the beginning and end of the explicit sexual content for those who choose not to read it. I'll place the warning sign of "***" to indicate the beginning and end of the scene.
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Burning.

My neck feels as though it's on fire.

It's as though his sharp canines have been dipped in gasoline, and once his teeth puncture through my skin, my blood is the extra push to set it a lit.

My vision is going blurry, and my whole body is beginning to increasingly become numb. The only thing I can focus on is his piercing yellow eyes.

A low growl sounds, and that's when I touch my neck. I'm bleeding, and it isn't stopping.

I set my gaze back on the beast in front of me. He has to close the wound with a lick from his tongue, or I will bleed to death.

"Please!" I cry, begging the wolf to close the open wound. I can feel myself growing weaker and weaker. "Please!!!"

I slump to the floor, tears are blinding my already blurry vision as I crawl my way towards the dark creature of the night. The yellow eyes are the only thing I can focus on.

As I near the beast, he looks down at me with a lethal smile.

"If you unleash my hold on your precious mate, this is what will happen to you. Mark my words, Elora."

I can't see the mouth of the wolf moving, but I know it is coming from it. It has a dark and low voice, and it isn't recognizable either.

Even Maverick's voice doesn't get that low.

"Please!! I'm going to die!!" I beg, reaching a hand out towards its large paws. Claws protruding out, and curling under.

The wolf simply takes a step back.

It wants me to die.

"No please! Don't do this!" I scream out. I begin to crawl with the little energy I have left coursing through my body. The life is being sucked right out of me as the blood continues pouring out. My whole body is covered in the sticky, red liquid.

At this, I let out a blood curdling scream.

My eyes fly open, and I realize I'm back in my bedroom. I quickly touch where the beast just had marked me, noticing that there is nothing there. Just smooth skin. I sigh in relief, but as I do so, the door flies open; a very concerned Maverick tuns in. His golden eyes are full of worry as he rushes over to my bedside.

"Elora. Are you alright??" He asks, the clear worriment apparent in his voice.

At this I break down and cry. The dream was too real, more than the last. I'm getting little to no sleep at night. Hence the tears.

He sits down beside me, pulling me into his embrace as I continue to cry my eyes out. His bare chest muffles my wailing.

After calming down, I pull away slightly, his mouth is turned down in a frown, and his big, warm hands rub my back.

"Do you want to sleep with me tonight? Or at least lay next to me? I'm getting really worried about these nightmares of yours. Tell me. What was it about?"