Decide Your Fate, Choose Your Mate!

Chapter 4: Dream Walker?

Yesi

I was dreaming. I had to be--there was no other explanation for what I was experiencing.

The bedroom I had grown up in was gone, replaced by a dark clearing surrounded by tall evergreens. The lush grass beneath my bare feet was dotted with patches of wildflowers, the random line of wilted, drooping tulips interrupting the low greenery.

Bare feet? I looked down and found that my feet were not the only part of me that were unclothed. I was completely naked, my full breasts and round little belly on display for all to see. Bending forward to peer over my chest, I saw that my most intimate area was visible as well, nestled between my thick thighs. Yup. Definitely a dream.

I glanced up and found a moon half shrouded in darkness on its left side, the sight making me frown in confusion. Wait… The moon was at its first quarter three days ago, and we’re four days away from it being full. There’s no way it’d still look like that…

“It hasn’t changed in years.”

The voice that spoke was unlike any I had ever heard before. It was deep and smooth, his timbre sending shivers down my spine as I turned to scan the landscape for its owner--only to find him less than a meter behind me.

He towered over me, giving me the impression that he was taller than Leon. His sable black hair was straight and styled in a choppy, textured cut, tufts of it falling dangerously close to covering his eyes. Proud nose, strong jaw lined with stubble, and straight lips slightly parted as his dark pools drank me in. His shoulders were broad, bringing my attention to his sinewy biceps and sculpted abdomen. And further south…

I gasped and averted my eyes. He was naked, just like me.

Wait--I was naked! With another gasp, I smooshed my breasts behind one arm and covered my s*x with my free hand. “T-Turn around!” I squeaked, looking everywhere except at the nude man before me.

“Oh, sorry,” he apologized, sounding embarrassed. I heard movement, and when I returned my gaze to him I found myself staring at his back. It was my first time seeing a grown man without a shirt, so I’d never before realized how fit and muscular they could look from even this angle. His skin was the shade of rich, earthy clay, interrupted by the occasional scar.

And those glutes… Holy hell. Warmth spread across my cheeks as I spun around and cleared my throat, ashamed that I hadn’t granted him the same courtesy sooner. “Where are we? What is this place?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, sounding defeated. “I thought this place was just a construct of my mind--a place I go to when I dream. I’ve never dreamt of anywhere else.”

I peeked over my shoulder; the man was still facing away. “Only this place? What kind of dream walker are you?”

You could practically hear him frown as he repeated, “Dream walker?”

“You know, someone who can enter the dreams of others?” I revealed. “That’s what this is, right? You entered my dream.”

The man glanced over his shoulder as well, his eyes locking onto mine. My breath caught in my throat as I considered looking away--his irises were slate grey, resembling the slick skin of a porpoise with hints of dull blue.

“I’m not in your dream, sweetheart--you’re in mine. I’ve been seeing you in my dreams for six years.”

“What?” His words sent a chill down my spine. “Th-That’s not possible. I can’t dream walk--hell, I suck at divination!”

The man c****d an eyebrow at my words and turned to face me. I immediately resumed facing ahead as my heart rate sped up. Relax, Yesi. He already got a good frontal view, I think we can handle him checking out our ass.

“Divination? Are you a witch?”

His question brought a frown to my face. Well, hell--if he were the one entering my dream, he’d need to at least know my name--and anyone who’s anyone knows that I’m the future matriarch of the Xirau Coven. Maybe I really did enter his dream… But how?

I was so preoccupied with this development that I failed to hear him close the distance between us. It wasn’t until I felt his bare chest brush against my back that I was jolted from my thoughts. My hold on my most intimate parts tightened. “H-Hey--!”

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said in a low tone. His breath tickled the top of my head, sending tingles down my spine. This reaction was a stark contrast to the chills from earlier--my breath caught in my throat, and I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest.

Something was happening--something I had never experienced before. A surge of emotions surfaced, the sheer force of them making me dizzy. Curiosity, excitement, adoration, lust…

I swallowed the lump in my throat and peeked up at him from over my left shoulder. Are these emotions… His?

“Why?” I asked him, my voice barely rising above a whisper. I had intended to sound more demanding, not like a scared little mouse.

His eyes searched mine, though I’m not sure what he was looking for. We stood like that for several heartbeats. The distant song of a babbling brook harmonized with the wind as it danced through the trees, creating a melody that drowned out all other sounds.

“Because I’m your fated mate, and I will die before I hurt you.”

I gasped and spun around, stepping backward away from him. My hands abandoned their posts, my dignity forgotten as I held my arms out, desperate to put a barrier between us. “No! No… That’s not possible. Witches don’t get second chance mates.”

The man before me, who I realized must have been a Hunter, was trying to reclaim the space between us when my words caused him to freeze. “Second chance?”

I stopped backing away as well. Crap, did I screw up? Is he gonna get pissed?

His emotions continued to flow through me, and while I did perceive some of the expected reaction--shock, jealousy, possessiveness--I had yet to feel any anger or betrayal. Instead, he relaxed his shoulders and used his superior speed to close the distance between us, wrapping his arms around me.

I gasped as his skin made contact with mine. He gave off a warmth that contrasted the icy shade of his irises, and my lips remained parted ever so slightly as his expression left me mesmerized. All I felt from him was concern and love.

Love? But I don’t know him--!

“Tell me what happened six years ago,” he said. He smelled woodsy, like rosemary and citrus with hints of mint. It made my mouth water, the skin across my breasts became flush with color, and the tension in my shoulders whittled away.

I also felt my s*x moisten, but I hadn’t thought anything of it until the Hunter sniffed the air between us, his eyes shifting to black in a flash. My own grew wide at the sight. Werewolf.

His arousal poured through our mysterious connection, fueling my own. His hold on me tightened, hugging me close as he dipped his head and nuzzled my neck. His nose brushed against my skin as he inhaled again, reveling in my scent.

“f**k, you smell so good,” he groaned. As if to punctuate his point, I felt something hard poke against my abdomen. Before I could react, the man pressed his lips against the soft dip in my neck, and a whimper escaped me as I shuddered with longing.

That was all it took--that small sound, that tiny utterance was the only encouragement he needed. I was on my back before I knew it, trapped beneath this strapping man and a blanket of soft grass. His kisses were breathy as they pressed into my neck over and over, eliciting soft moans from me. I reached up, linking my arms around his neck and pulling him closer to me. Tingles erupted all over my being, stemming from our every touch. My n*****s were stiff, aching for attention as they rubbed against his firm chest.

As if he could read my body’s desires, the wolf reached between us, gently squeezing my breasts. I sucked in a sharp breath; between his deliciously masculine scent, his calloused palms kneading my soft skin, and his hungry mouth exploring my body, I was overwhelmed by him.

Then he lifted his head away from my neck and gazed down at me, a smile tugging at his lips. A hint of smugness trickled into our connection, followed by a flood of tenderness I’d never experienced from another person. His emotions brought tears to my eyes.

I wonder how I look right now, I thought, suddenly self-conscious. Admittedly, this wasn’t my best angle; I suffered from the occasional double chin. I also wasn’t accustomed to having a man so close to my face, so I could only imagine what was going through his mind. Not to mention I probably had blades of grass stuck in my hair. I bet I look ridiculous…

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, lowering his forehead to mine. We stared into one another’s eyes for what felt like an eternity. I saw hues I never knew could be found in an iris--silver, pewter, teal, and streaks of amber.

“You’re beautiful, too,” I boldly remarked, and I meant it. My mate was beautiful.

My mate. My tears fell freely, twinkling in the bright moonbeams. Before he could ask the reason behind them, I pulled him down and kissed him slowly, deeply, savoring the taste and feel of his petal-soft lips. Everything about him captivated me, and at that moment, I didn’t care about anything else.

Not Leon.

Not the covenant.

Not my past.

And as we kissed among the blooming, vibrant red tulips beneath the light of the full moon, I completely forgot the fact that I didn’t even know his name.

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。

Leon

I felt her just before I had completely succumbed to sleep; she had climbed underneath my thick comforter and nestled herself between my legs. “Leon…”

I stirred from my slumber and grumbled incoherently. What the hell is she doing here--?

My thoughts were cut off as she pressed her tongue against my d**k and dragged it up and down the shaft. My breathing hitched as my c**k jumped to life, betraying my arousal. She giggled, her breath tickling my skin.

“So eager…” she cooed, leaving a trail of soft, wet kisses along the underside of my member. It throbbed from the attention, my excitement mounting the closer she got to the top.

It was as she reached the tip that I pulled back the blanket, desperate to watch her work. Her round lips were smoother than the finest silk as she pressed one final kiss on the soft head of my hard d**k. Her dark eyes were wide with a fierce yearning as she gazed into mine. Her black curls spilled all over my thighs, like a dark curtain between her and any who would interfere with her business.

She parted those perfect lips and slowly took my c**k in her mouth, and I couldn’t help but groan. “f**k…”

Her mouth was like heaven on earth--her head bobbed up and down, her tongue gliding along the shaft. Her eyes never left mine, peering back at me with an amorous expression I had always longed to see on her face.

Yesenia.