The Alpha's Blind Fate-Chapter 444: In This Dream....

ZINA

After more than one year, Zina had almost forgotten what the feverish touch of a man could do to her body. And under Daemon’s hungry ministrations, she nearly lost her mind while control and sanity slipped away from her air that could never be grasped.

Daemon kissed her until her lips were sore and sensitive. Until she was a wanton, moaning mess that could only grip him by the shoulders for fear of falling too hard in this pit that they dug for themselves

And when just kissing her lips wasn’t enough, his lips travelled to her neck. Nibbling and torturing her till she squirmed and turned into a mush.

But he was hardly satisfied for he descended lower and lower with every single ounce of control that she lost.

He tore at her cloth, kissing her breasts like a reverent lover. He cupped one of her breasts, then engulfed the other nipple with his hot tongue, nipping and sucking till her brain came up blank, incapable of forming any coherent thoughts.

His fang grazed her intermittently—but without being too rough—a reminder that it wasn’t just Daemon with her, but his two wolves. Each of them wanting to claim her decadently in their own way.

His eyes glittered madly. Not the bright golden color of his Alpha powers, but a darker golden that was almost royal red. It was a color that confused her for she had never seen it on him. So when his face came up from his ministrations at his breast, long enough to behold the expression of bliss on her face, she gripped him by the shoulders.

"Your eyes," she almost stuttered, the words rolling off feverishly. "They are almost red."

He gently took her hand that gripped him, kissing the back of her palm so tenderly she found herself attempting to squeeze her thighs together—an act that was in fact, hard because he was laid just between her legs.

"It is the color of the madness I have suffered in this past year," He answered with a dark smile that didn’t quite touch his lips. It was obvious he was joking, but she didn’t know yet what to make of it.

She wound her arm over his shoulders, lifting herself slightly until her lips touched his forehead.

She could feel him freeze, just for a second, but he recovered immediately while he tightened his fingers against her waist.

"How I have missed you," he whispered, tugging her impossibly closer until she could feel his hardness, "how I have longed for you."

She smiled a shaky smile, being quite emboldened by his words. Before she knew it, her initial shyness was nowhere to be found and she trailed her lips from his forehead to the tips of his nose—dropping another delicious kiss right there.

Something between a moan and a growl escaped him, and his eyes shut briefly, flew open to behold her.

She trailed her lips back up, this time kissing the corners of his eyes.

"I have missed every single part of you." She muttered, "and my nightmares told me I would keep missing you forever. So this feels like a dream, and I don’t want to wake up."

He gripped her jaw, while cold air stung her exposed skin. Her lips felt like heavy chalk, her nipples hardened to hard points that could cut through paper, and her legs were almost shaking at that point for the simple reason that Daemon was keeping them apart with his body, so she was unable to feel out the storm of pleasure that was gathering between them.

"Then don’t wake," he whispered his response, his fingers trailing down her navel, moving past there for the center of pleasure.

His lips hovered over her ears. "In this dream, I shall give you that life you’ve always wanted." He whispered, and at the same time, one of his fingers entered her.

An unrecognizable moan escaped her lips, and she found herself clutching his shoulders tightly, afraid to fall even further.

Then he began to move his finger in her—slowly, deliberately, and with a patience that felt like torment itself. Her breath scattered in shaky bursts, her fingers trembled against his shoulders until she was sure she would shatter and scatter like stardust.

"Daemon... please," she whispered, her voice breaking on the plea.

He lifted his head, eyes burning with that strange gold-red glow. "In this dream, I shall give you a home, a safety net, and a resting place. You will never be an abandoned daughter, or pawn, Zina."

"I—yes," she breathed through tears, unable to pretend strength she didn’t have, not when he was confessing to her like this.

He kissed the corner of her mouth, a kiss so soft it sent a violent shiver down her spine.

"I waited a year for you," he said against her skin. "Do you know how many nights I imagined this?"

His lips brushed her jaw. "How many times I feared I might never touch you again?"

Her legs tightened around him instinctively. "Daemon... please don’t stop talking," she whispered. "Every word... it’s too much."

"Good," he growled softly. "I want it to be too much."

She was just there at the precipice when he removed his finger suddenly. Her breath hitched sharply, a soft cry escaping her throat.

"Daemon—"

"Not yet," he murmured, brushing his lips over her cheek. "You’ll come apart for me when I’m holding you... not before."

Her body trembled violently.

"You’re cruel," she whispered.

"And you love me for it." And then he entered her, his hard point spearing her like a meeting between two pieces that fit too well it physically hurt.

He kissed her neck, slow and claiming, just at the spot where their mate mark used to be. Her hands slid to his neck, pulling him closer until their bodies fit so terribly perfectly against each other.

"Tell me you want me," he whispered, voice raw.

"I want you," she answered without hesitation. "All of you. Now."

His breath faltered.

"Zina..."

Her name on his lips carried a long time of longing. A long time of silence. A long time of breaking and rebuilding.

She framed his face with shaking hands.

"I don’t want to dream anymore," she said. "I want you."

In the dim of the room, he lowered his forehead to hers.

"Then I’m yours."

And with a breath so soft it was almost reverent, he finally moved—fully, irrevocably—drawing a gasp from her lips as he pulled her into him completely.

She held onto him, unable to suppress the lupine sounds she made. And when his fangs grazed her neck, then tore into her flesh, she screamed, but didn’t stop holding him as she felt that familiar bond come in place.

She was at the highest place, and her fall was sure to be disastrous, and that was what happened next.

Her stomach tightened, and she was falling.

He growled, nibbling at the sore spot on her neck, and then fell right after.

But that was not the end. They went over and over again. Till nightfall came, and morning light followed after.