The Fifth Nightmare

Night time

Trilla POV 

    Night time is always the hardest. Night time was when he was my mate, day time was when he was Markus. Cold Markus, Unforgiving Markus, or  even cruel Markus. In the day time it was easy for me to remember why I hated him. In the day time I remembered easily what mark he left upon me and others. At night time, he had all my love. 

    Although Markus was a monster, at night time, it was easy to forget that. At night he would sing me songs while we made dinner together and dance after we ate. At night he told me stories of his day all while holding me close to him. His human actions made it truly impossible for me to hate him. At night time, I felt ashamed of what I did to him, in our relationship I was the monster, at night time I was a cold blooded killer. I took my mate from me, I slaughtered my one shot at true happiness all for a few bruises. 

    When the morning hit, the guilt will wash away and I will hate him once again. I buried my head into the pillow as the swell of grief and guilt washed over me. I could feel the tears welling to my eyes, a thick burning sensation swelled in my stomach. A silent sob choked it's way out of my throat and I held the pillow tighter pushing my face deeper into it, hoping it would dampen the noise. 

    I kicked my legs under the blankets, tossing and turning in the bed. I huff out in annoyance before willing myself to sleep. 

Terro POV

    I closed the door swiftly but quietly behind me before groaning out in frustration. Not once. Not once did she look my way during dinner. I wasn't even mad that she didn't, I was mad that I cared that she didn't. Especially after I told myself it wasn't going to happen with her. Because it can absolutely not happen with her. 

     I groaned out again and I heard an almost whimper in response from across the hall, directly from her room. I creaked open my door and peered into the hall before crossing over towards her room. I knock softly at first  "Little one? Are you alright?" I ask quietly and gently. I received no response  "Okay. I'm coming in." I pushed open the door and saw her tossing about on the bed. 

    I narrowed my eyes at her, observing the harsh movements with interest. I saw her lips move, forming a word. I try to focus on her lips to try to read them but this time the word is more audible "Markus" she wheezes out in a sleepy tone almost as if she had just woken up. She froze her movements on the bed and reached out to the spot beside her, her hands searching for something they didn't find.

    I examined her hands. No Markus wasn't her husband, she wasn't married. A lover perhaps? I growled with surprise jealousy at the thought of another man touching her and being inside her. Why was I feeling this way over her? Why did I want to be the one to f**k her thoroughly to sleep and in again in the morning. I almost reach out to touch her face, but stop myself a hair short from her cheek. I groan at the thought of being able to touch her as I pleased being able to push in and out of her; all while hearing her moan and scream my name under me. I stiffen at the thought of her panting my name, chanting me on as I plowed into her. 

    I quickly turned and left before I did anything stupid. I slid into my room and quickly palmed myself through my clothes. For the second time today I dropped my pants and pulled my c**k into my hand. I ran my thumb over the pink tip, imagining her delicate tongue, licking the mushroomed head and licking away the bead of pre-c*m I see her eyes glance up and meet mine as she gives me a sexy smile before engulfing my c**k and shoving me down her throat. Imagined the pretty moans she would make as she tasted me on her tongue and worked my balls trying to get me to give her more of my c*m. 

    I throw my head back pulling my c**k root to tip imagining her mouth pleasuring me. Then I imagine pushing her down on my bed and spreading her thighs before pushing me into her white hot p***y squeezing me with everything she had. I shook for a moment before emptying myself once again into my hand. I cleaned up the sticky mess before climbing in to bed. 

    Tomorrow was going to be a long day.