His Possession

His Possession

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My eyes locked with his, and all I could think was 'fuck'. I didn't spill any time, and before I knew it I was running towards the woods. His furious growls made me shiver of fear, and if possible, I ran even faster. I heard this familiar cracking sound of bones, and I knew he shifted. I thought about shifting too, but even if I did, I wouldn't have a chance against him. He's too powerful. Too fast. I fell down, as his paws bore into my back. Tears were streaming down my face, this is it, I thought. My life is over. He shifted back into his human form, and turned me around. He's pitch black eyes bore into mine, and I felt that pull again. I felt electricity coursing through my body, from the places where his naked body touched mine. Even through my clothes I could feel the strong, overwhelming tingling. "Don't ever run away from me again." He growls furiously. "Next time there will be consequences, mate." You could hear the contempt clearly in his deep, obeying voice. "Now. Let's go home." He says, while picking me up in bridal style. I was pressed against his muscular, toned chest, and all I was thinking was that I had to get away as soon as possible.
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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