All Your Fault

Chapter Twenty-Two

“Kasey”

The old mans flint gray eyes pierced me, his hands behind his back.  I watched him warily from a distance, knowing with every fiber of my being that this was not going to work.  The wind sifted through the strands that whispered across my face, feeling its cotton chords drift along my body.  My arms were crossed tightly across my chest in a protective manner, suddenly wishing for Dorian’s glare instead of the studying gleam in my new teachers eyes. 

“On your guard” he stated, my brow furrowed as confusion rumbled through me, then a ball of white light exploded towards me and threw me back.  The air whooshed out of my lungs as I stared up at the blue sky dotted with opaque clouds.  Here we go again.

Hours later I limped into the room that was now considered mine, my body bruised and bleeding.  The old man detested me even more now that he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to help.  There was no controlling what swirled through my body like blood, it was just there and happened to explode when needed.  I collapsed on the bed, ignoring the fact that blood was likely to stain the nice sheets and drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

A dream began to take shape out of the colorful mist, Dorian’s powerful figure stepped through the mist and my breathe caught.  His legs were encased and black jeans, a white shirt was open at the collar revealing more intricate tattoos, boots echoed as he stalked towards me; his gaze intent. I ran towards him and leaped.  He caught me easily, I buried my face into his neck breathing in his unique sent.  His arms were tight around me, but then released and I slid down his body.  Every nerve ending lit up, warmth spreading through my body.  His big rough hands threaded through my hair, tilting my head back.  His dark eyes were trained on mine, “Dorian” I whispered.  He crushed his lips to mine, possessing my mouth with male domination.  I moaned wrapping my arms around his neck, hands gripping the powerful muscles of his shoulders. 

His tongue swiped across my lips, “open for me sweetheart” his accent thick as he mumbled against my mouth.  i opened my mouth and his tongue slipped in, I gasped in pleasure. A deep groan reverberated through his chest, his hands drifted down my neck, down my sides; gripping my butt he pulled me up and into him.  His hard body aligned with mine, the heat of him seeping into my skin.  His fingers drifted under the hem of my shirt, his hands warm on my skin.

A crack of lightning and he was ripped away from me, I cried out, reaching for him. He roared in anger “Mine!” he bellowed, trying to snatch me back.  I was jerked awake with a sob, the white walled room surrounding me.  The heat of his body only a memory, I touched my lips, turned my face into my pillow and sobbed.

“Dorian”

I roared in frustration, slamming my fist into the wall.  The sweet taste of Kasey still on my tongue, her warmth still embedded in my skin.  I dropped my head in my hands, the beast pacing its cage, its growl lethal.  I had, had her in my arms and she was ripped away; what kind of trick was that.  I closed my eyes and clenched my jaw at the feeling of her body pressed against mine.

I would find her, if it was the last thing I ever did. She is mine, only mine.