Chapter Four: Into This Dream (Part II)

No. It wasn’t possible.

No one could enter dreams. 

I had no reason to believe he was real, he could just be another figment of my imagination, exactly like Talon. 

I must have conjured him up in my head because I was so desperate to find who the voice in my head belonged to. 

There was no reason to believe this was a real person in my dream.

“He belongs with me,” Talon growled from behind me, interrupting my train of thoughts and bringing my attention back to him, the bedsheet barely covering his naked body. “He carries my mark.”

“Silence, Mongrel,” The pale-skinned man snapped, fire blazing behind his entirely pitch black eyes. “You may have marked the Seraph before me but he is mine,” He sneered at Talon.

Seraph? What does that mean? What’s happening here? 

“This is such a weird dream, I need to wake up immediately.” I murmured to myself.

The exhaustion from running for my life probably drove me insane. I was wolfless, I shouldn’t have been able to run so far in the first place. Insanity feels like an appropriate side effect. 

“You do not have to fear this, just let your instincts take over. You can trust me,” the man said.

“Trust you?” I snapped. “How can I do that? You’re a figment of my imagination.”

“Oh, is that what you think I am? A figment of your imagination?” He let out a little chuckle like I told a joke. 

“If that’s what you truly think then let go,” he murmured as he pulled me from the bed, away from Talon’s grasp completely.

His lips hovered next to my ears, his breath hot against my skin. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to find you, how I’ve longed for you, ached for you.” He pressed his soft, but slowly hardening cock against my body. 

I could see the yearning in the depths of his pitch black eyes, it felt all-consuming, like it would tear me limb from limb.

I hesitated, my heart pounding. This was my dream, but inviting a stranger into it felt wrong, invasive, but my body betrayed me with a flush of curiosity.

This was an incredibly hot man in front of me. Dream or no dream, I wasn’t made of stone, my cock was hardening as well.

Talon reached out his hand, placing his warm palm against my back possessively, like he was trying to stake his claim on my body with just his touch. 

“I’ve followed you across worlds. I’ve followed you, into this dream. I beg you. Indulge me. Let me please you,” he whispered against my neck. 

His warm breath stirred up something inside me.

Part of me wanted to pull away, to question why my mind would weave this throuple fantasy with men I barely know, but the dream’s haze clouded my doubts, and when his lips brushed my neck, soft and teasing, I gasped, my hesitancy warring with the rush of sensation.

He barely touched me, just light brushes on my hand and down my spine, stopping just shy of where Talon placed his hands. If Talon’s presence bothered him, he didn’t show it, he barely acknowledged him. I was his only priority. 

Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure down my nerves, forcing soft moans to escape me

As if deciding not to be outdone, Talon rose up from the bed, sandwiching me between both men.

Talon’s hand tightened on my waist, and he spun me so I could face him just as he captured my mouth again, deeper this time, pulling me closer like he wanted to merge our body into one.

The black haired man, my back now turned to him, kissed the nape of my neck as Talon held my lips in a passionate kiss. The simple action sent a sharp jolt of electricity down my spine, forcing me to moan into Talon’s kiss. 

Talon pulled away with a soft growl but his hands did not leave my waist. I felt a second set of hand slip in front of me, massaging my stomach with incredibly soft palms that slowly slipped lower and lower down my body until his slender fingers wrapped around my cock giving it a slight tug.

I let out a sharp gasp almost instantly.

This was going too far already, right?

“Wait, wait, wait. Time out.” I slipped out from between the both of them

I faced both of them and saw the stark contrast between both men.

Talon stood half in shadow, shoulders so broad they blocked out the light behind him, the kind of bulky, powerful frame that looked like it could carry the world without breaking a sweat. His hair was a wild, blond mess—thick curls that looked permanently wind-tossed.

Talon had a rugged and masculine handsomeness. He had a bulky frame and a well defined V-shape upper body with his broad chest and slim waist. 

They were both quite tall, but the other figment of my imagination had a slim frame compared to Talon. 

He looked like moonlight given form, and everything about him was pale, sharp and impossibly refined.

His skin was porcelain-fair, almost translucent under the low light, stretched taut over high cheekbones that had no blemish or stubble. His pitch black eyes were unnerving and mesmerizing at the same time. His pink lips looked pleasantly inviting like every other part of him. Everything about him gave an air of nobility. 

They both looked dangerously handsome.

“You’re going to have to choose, Dante,”  Talon said with almost sad eyes.

“Uh?” I asked, completely lost.

“He doesn’t. I’ll be coming for my Seraph shortly,” The pale man said as he took a step back. The shadows around him seemed to come alive and they latched onto his naked body as he slowly faded into the darkness he came out from.

Seraph? That word seems so familiar, but why does he keep referring to me as that.

Suddenly, the ground rumbled, like an earthquake was happening right underneath us. 

The candles that lit up the room flickered out one after the other, plunging the room into darkness with a steady rhythm.

“This dreamplane is falling apart. You must be waking up,” the man answered as if sensing the question on the tip of my tongue, but I had one more.

“Tell me, honestly. Who are you?” I yelled over the sound the trembling ground was making.

“I’m surprised you finally realized I'm not a dream self like the wolf over there,” He said, nodding his head at Talon behind me.

“Dream self? What do you mean? You’re real? Just tell me who you are.”

He gave a mischievous smile that looked utterly devilish with his pure black eyes.

“I go by many names, but you can call me, Asmodeus and Don’t worry, I’ll come get you from that mutt. Mark or no mark.”.