Estella’s POV
I woke up to my body burning everywhere. The dream that had been haunting me all night still played in front of my eyes.
A big hand, caressing my every curve.
A warm mouth, kissing and licking every inch of me.
A quick tongue fanning the fire between my legs, only for a big, hard c**k to squelch the flames with wave after wave of the sweetest kind of pleasure.
But this time, it was Dane who dominated my dream, not Darius.
I didn’t realize when the Lycan King’s face had morphed into my mentor’s, but I didn’t fight it. Dane was sweeter, safer, gentler, despite what he’d told me last night in the infirmary. He didn’t say he’d never claim me, he didn’t threaten to lock me up because I was weak. I was sure that if I gave myself to him, he’d be a much better mate than D
