Torn Between

A Daydream

Imagine standing in front of Atticus, his intense gaze piercing through me. Suddenly, his eyes transform into those of a wolf's, and his growl echoes in the room, 'I need you. I want you. I want to make you mine!' The rush of excitement and warmth that takes over you is indescribable. That's the power of Atticus - irresistible and commanding. He stands, arm reaching out towards me. Gripping my jaw with his large hands, I turned my face to meet his lips that grazed over mine teasingly. As I stood on my tiptoes, he expertly guided my body toward the destination he had in mind. Without a word, his confident touch conveyed a sense of trust and assurance, leaving me with no doubt that I was in capable hands. I found myself pressed up against the edge of his desk, my breath coming in quick and shallow bursts as I tensed, ready for any sudden movements he might make. With his dark eyes twinkling in amusement, he drew closer and pressed his warm body against mine. The sensation was electric, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to him. I felt a sudden rush of intense heat and moisture that seemed to erupt from the depths of my being, overwhelming my senses and leaving me feeling both exhilarated and slightly disoriented. My heart yearned for him to be mine, an object of pure pleasure and delight. Looking up, I nipped at his neck, causing him to release a vibrating growl. His presence ignited within me, aching to be satisfied.

Thrusting his hips between my thighs, I felt the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Growling deeply, "I'm going to take you and make you mine. I'm going to pump you so hard I'm gonna have you screaming for me, that you will forget that she-wolf." Those words made me so aroused, my mound was getting wetter and his wolf was enjoying the aroma coming between my thighs. His lips came crashing into mine hungrily. I couldn't catch my breath. His hands roamed freely beneath my clothing. His wolf at first couldn't figure out how to undo my bra strap and decided I no longer needed it and ripped it off me. I guess the rest of my clothing pissed him off too, because it was ripped to shreds in a matter of minutes. He was kissing me frantically and rushed. My lips, jaw, neck, clavicle, and breasts. He unbuckled his belt and his pants fell. His massive package was standing at attention. He pushed his head to my moistened core. I moaned with enjoyment. Parting from his kisses, I leaned back and supported my weight onto my elbows. "Please" I begged him. His wolf grabbed my hips, and in one thrust he pushed past my hymen. I screamed as a rush of pleasure and pain erupted, sending waves throughout my body. I felt the pressure building ready to push me over the edge. "Yes! More, please." He slammed harder and faster into me, pushing his desk across the floor with each thrust. My head dropped back, my body arched as a massive orgasm surged through me like a wave, squirting my juices all over his hilt. My core contracted around his package, milking it, wanting all of his prized seed to stay deep within my core. He pulls out slowly. I'm panting hard. He had just taken my virginity by force and I wanted more. I close my legs and sit on his desk completely naked. Smirking, he looked at me, "I knew you would like that more than what she could offer you."

Atticus's voice boomed through the room, "BRI!!!! Are you alright?" I jolted awake, my heart racing with fear. Slowly, I looked up at Atticus, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Was it all just a dream? Atticus had me take a seat on one of the chairs in his office and handed me a glass of water. I could feel the cool condensation on my fingers as I took the glass from him. "You seem to have a high fever," he said, concern evident in his voice.

My body was burning with fever, I felt like I was slowly being consumed by flames. The heat was unbearable, and it made it difficult for me to think clearly. My mind was foggy, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in a nightmare. That dream was so vivid, it felt like I had really lived through it. Atticus quickly came to my aid and offered me a fever-reducer pill to help alleviate my symptoms. He also made sure that I drank a full glass of water along with it, to keep me hydrated and help the medication take effect. I was grateful for his help, as it eased my discomfort and allowed me to rest more comfortably.

As I stood there, the voice returned, filling my mind with echoes of what could have been. It spoke with a mysterious and alluring tone, convincing me that it was possible to turn my dreams into reality. 'It could have been true if you allowed it to happen.' Those words struck me like a bolt of lightning, making me realize that all I needed was to make a simple decision. The voice continued to urge me, making me live through waking dreams, painting vivid pictures of a reality that I thought was out of reach.

"I mustered the courage to confide in Atticus, hoping he could shed some light on what was happening to me. 'Atticus?' I began tentatively. He turned his attention towards me. 'Yes, what is it?' he asked. 'Is it normal to have a voice instructing you what to do or making dreams seem real?'"

"He smiled gently at me and asked, 'A voice in your head is talking to you?' When he put it that way, I realized I sounded like a lunatic. Despite feeling hesitant, I nodded my head, acknowledging the truth."

After a brief silence, I could tell he was lost in thoughts. I asked him, "Am I losing my mind?" My voice was trembling with fear. Without hesitation, he let out a hearty laugh before reassuring me that what I was experiencing was completely normal. "Although it's quite early for you, given that you're not yet eighteen, it's not uncommon for young werewolves to hear their wolves as a separate voice. That's simply your other self, your wolf self, communicating with you." I sighed in relief.