Chapter 7

Where did you go?

"You wanted me to leave," It replied quickly.

I am scared of you.

The darkness of my dreams enveloped me, and my body felt weightless. The colors around me swirled, and a voice called out to me. 

"I have watched over you for many years, my little Wren; I will never truly leave," its deep voice rumbled through my mind.

"You belong to me."

The darkness of my dreams swirled, and a tall, cloaked figure glided towards me out of the obsidian depths. My stomach dropped, and a strong sense of fear spread over me.

Who are you? What are you? I asked.

Before I had time to ask another question, the figure was in front of me, staring down at me. I looked into the hood to the face of the demon that had haunted my thoughts over the years. 

"I'm hardly a demon," the voice echoed around me. 

Who are you?... What are you? I repeated. 

I stepped back when a sinister chuckle came from the hood. I pinched my arm in an attempt to wake myself up from this nightmare, which was only met with more laughter. 

Stop laughing at me!

"Stop being so amusing," it snickered.

Instinctively, I went to shove the figure back, but my hands met a rigid, unmoving mass. The figure's chest was well-defined under my fingers, and as I pressed against its unyielding body, I felt their hand reach under my chin, lifting to meet its gaze. 

"You're quite feisty," It rumbled.

Their hand dropped from my chin to my shoulder as I looked into the void of the hood. I felt my body stiffen as the hand fell lower onto my waist, and the figure began to circle slowly. I felt paralyzed as the hands grazed the underside of my breast, followed by a chuckle of delight resonating in the space. Their hands explored the curves of my body, tracing over my erogenous zones. My body twitched at the movement of their fingers, making me shiver. 

"Are you cold?" it asked.

I nodded, looking to the ground. My lip quivered, yearning for its hand's continued exploration.

A warm ball of light swirled around the space, briefly illuminating the figure as it turned around me. The light faintly swirled with red and orange hues as it bobbed around us, warming the air. The figure's hands became more daring as the tip of its index finger and thumb pulled at my nipple, which was already harder than a diamond. I turned to face them, my body desiring more than it was given as I removed my shirt. My breast ached to be touched, even if it was by a figment of my imagination. 

A low growl rumbled from under the hood as I exposed my body for its eyes to feast upon. Let it devour me. I didn't care much at this point. My hand shook as I reached the length of its body towards its face. The figure's hand grabbed my arm just as my hand started to disappear underneath the hood. 

 I want to see you, I begged.

The ball of light moved more slowly now, and as it came closer, I began to see faint lines of a strong jawline. I moved my fingers across it, and its lips opened to let loose a small moan of pleasure. I continued up its face, feeling a high cheekbone and the brush of eyelashes against my fingertips. I tugged at the jawline, pulling it closer until I felt its hot breath on my collarbone. 

The light that swirled around us faded once my mouth crashed into the figure's wanting lips. The figure kissed me deeply as if dragging me under a deep ocean of passion. Its arms gathered me in them as I straddled the figure, pushing the robe aside to reveal a chiseled, slender body. I need to feel their body against me… 

I leaned forward, pressing my mouth to theirs once again, this time letting my tongue dance in rhythm with their own. It drew me in with their arms as I pushed my hips against theirs, my chest molded against its firm torso, the heat of its body intensifying as our lips met in a fervent kiss. 

My lips moved down its jawline, stopping to suckle at their neck, nipping a little with my teeth until I felt their hips buck underneath me.

"Wren…please…", it begged. 

My eyes looked into the darkness of the hood as the glow of its golden eyes shined at me. 

Beep

What was that? 

Beep

My eyes jolted open, blinded by the hospital room's fluorescent lights. 

"Wren, can you hear me?" an unrecognizable voice asked. 

"Where am I?" I asked. 

"Third floor, Mercy Hospital, Lareaux Parrish, Louisiana," an all too familiar voice answered. 

When my eyes finally adjusted, standing at the end of my bed, looking more inconvenienced than ever, stood Allie.

"Apparently, I'm still down as your emergency contact," she snapped.

FUCK!