Private/Bonus Chapters

Caught Between: R-Rated Ch16

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Chapter 16: October 21st 1:55am, 2013.

*Justin's hands move slowly up my naked stomach. I can't move away from his touch, only hopelessly struggle in it. Wrapped tightly around my wrist are black silk scarves that are connected to the posts of the bed, keeping up the thick, dark canopy above us. The same as my feet spreading me naked across the bed ready for Justin to do anything he wants with me.

"No. Justin, stop. Tyler, he'll kill you if you continue." My voice plea's weakly against Justin's sickly caressing hands.

Justin's hands continue to move up my chest until he has my breast clutched in his hand. His touch is rough, nothing compared to what Tyler's touch is. My chest rises and falls beneath Justin's hand now as my body begins to reject to a touch that is not my mates.

"Beth, he won't be able to kill me. He won't even come for you. I already killed him myself." Justin spits out as he tightly squeezes at my chest, leaving me to groan out in pain.

It's then when many things hit me. Justin is naked on top of me, his weight resting on his knees in between my outstretched legs. His hands have tired now of fondling my chest and have slid rapidly back down on to my hips to hold me in place as he pushes heavily into me. I scream at the pain that runs through my body. The final thing that hits me was the last words that come out of his mouth.

Tyler. No, what Justin said can't be true. Tyler can't be dead. I let out another scream, this one because of the pain I feel of the realisation that my mate is gone. This scream is the louder of the two echoing across the room in a sickly manner.*

My hands grip desperately at my chest as I can finally sit up in the bed, the thin yet strong scarves having unwrapped themselves from my wrists, my hands though clutch at me chest to remove Justin's but they are no longer there.

There are no hands on me at all. Not until moments later when arms are wrapped around me and I am pulled strongly against someone's strong and muscled body. I scream out again not wanting to be in anyone's touch. My mate is gone. Tyler is gone. Tears stream down my face, he can't be gone. I can still feel him.

"Ella, baby relax. It's okay, I'm here." A deep voice says next to my ear.

My head is pulled into someone's hands. They rest warmly on my cheeks sending tingles through my entire body at the small touch. The hands pull my face towards there's, my eyes meeting the deep green of theirs.

"Tyler." I whisper.

It is Tyler in front of me. He nods his head softly at me confirming that it is him in front of me and that he is still alive.

"Are you okay?" He continues to ask, his voice stretching with worry.

I nod my head and lean back against his chest. His arms wrap back around my waist holding me tightly against his chest. A small kiss is pressed to the top of my head. The light pressure of his soft lips calms me.

"Ella, sweetie what were you dreaming about?" Tyler asks now avoiding the last question he asked.

"Justin, he- he, told me that you- that you- he had killed you and then- and then, he- he..." I try to tell Tyler all that happened in my dream but I am finding it hard, my voice stuttering over next to every word.