Chapter 34

I found my eyes growing heavy, and I couldn’t keep them open any longer.

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That damned dream—taking out a hunting rifle and Jack, my father’s liver and white spaniel. Coming across something horrid in the woods. Fog and pain, blood and fear. Growls and subjugation.

I hadn’t had it in years, but now…

It had never changed, but for some reason, this time it had, and it was worse.

“Warrick.” Someone called my name, searching for me, someone I cared about. The beast paused in buggering me, and its growls grew even more threatening.

“Go back…” I was barely able to get the words out of a desert-dry mouth. I knew without a doubt whoever was seeking me was being sought in turn by the deadly creature of the night.

“Come on, Rick, wake up. You’re scaring me.” A hand closed over the shoulder that throbbed in time with the blood that flowed to my cock. I reacted without thinking.