Twenty-Three: Hangover

Hangover

Twenty-Three: Elijah

The feeling of having my arms wrapped around another warm body as my senses start to return to me. I take a deep breath and smell the peppermint chocolate smell surrounding me. I feel my Lycan, Aragorn start to move in my mind as my arms tighten around my prey. “Elijah, I cannot breathe.” I hear the groggy voice of my dreams. I try to cr*ck my eyes open but moan as the light hits them. Making my head throb like a mother. Moaning out loud I bury my head into whatever the softness in front of my face. Breathing heavy, her intoxicating scent making me dizzy as I realize that my face is buried in her hair. I feel mini me harden to the extent that it starts to hurt.

A light chuckling I hear makes my heartbeat faster. “Is this a dream?” I mumble out as I try to remember what happened last night. “How did you get into my cabin?” I feel her trying to pull away from me. I relentlessly release her from my arms as I open my eyes once more t