All Chapters of Wild Dreams [An Erotic Collection]: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, nervously adjusting my sweater for the hundredth time. At Seventeen, I had always been the good girl — straight A’s, early curfews, and parents who trusted me completely. Friday nights were for studying or watching movies at home, not… whatever Sarah had planned.A few minutes later her call came through.“It's still a no.” I told her.“Come on, Lids. Live a little!” Sarah groaned through the phone. “It’s the start of the weekend, Lids. One night at the club won’t kill you. We’ll dance, have fun, and be back before anyone notices.”“I can’t,” I whispered, biting my lip. “My parents would never allow it. They still think I’m their innocent little girl.”Sarah laughed. “Then don’t tell them the truth. Just say you’re coming over to study for next week’s exams at my place. Sleep over. Easy.”After almost thirty minutes of her begging and promising it would be harmless fun, I finally caved. I went downstairs and lied straight to my parents’ faces.

The night air hung heavy with the sharp bite of pine resin and the lingering ghost of woodsmoke from the village hearths. It clung to everything—my hair, the rough wool of my cloak, the thin linen shift that barely reached my knees. I drew the cloak tighter around my shoulders, feeling the scratch of coarse fibers against my skin as I moved. My bare feet whispered over the damp forest floor, each step placed with aching care. One snapped twig, one careless rustle, and I would be finished.Behind me, the Whitethorn Pack slumbered in their longhouses, the thatched roofs dark silhouettes against the star-scattered sky. Only faint orange glows flickered here and there where a hearth still fought against the chill. Tomorrow was the Choosing. The night every maiden in the pack both dreaded and secretly craved.I had felt it coming for weeks, a cold certainty lodged deep in my belly like the approach of my moon blood. The elders had spoken the sacred words at the last full moon gathering, t

The world tilted again, and suddenly I was back in the cave.Soft furs cradled my body. The same glowing crystals cast their pale blue light across the stone walls. My white maiden dress was still on, but the silver belt had been removed and my braid undone, dark hair spilling over my shoulders. I sat up slowly, heart pounding, and there he was.The man from the grove — the Black Beast in human form — sat a few paces away on a low stone ledge, black cloak pooled around him like liquid shadow. He watched me with those burning red eyes, intense and unblinking, as if nothing else in the world existed. The moment our gazes locked, I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry. Heat pooled low in my belly before I could stop it.Before I could speak, his deep, resonant voice filled the cave.“I was cursed more than a thousand years ago,” he said quietly. “On the night my own brothers betrayed me. The curse lifts only for this single day — the day I choose my mate and she chooses to stay. When the

The package arrived on a rainy Thursday afternoon, wrapped in weathered brown paper and sealed with crimson wax that smelled faintly of myrrh and something darker, earthier. I signed the courier’s tablet with a distracted flourish, my damp hair sticking to my neck from the short dash between the door and the delivery van. At twenty-seven, I still got that little thrill whenever an antiquarian shipment landed on my doorstep — the promise of forgotten histories, dusty gods, and secrets no one else in this noisy city cared about.“Thank you,” I murmured, already turning away as the van pulled off.The return address was a small, obscure dealer in Rome I’d found through a private forum for classical enthusiasts. “De Rebus Divinis Obscuris” — On Obscure Divine Matters. I’d ordered it three weeks ago on a whim after reading a fragmented reference to a lost fertility deity in an academic paper. Gods and ancient civilizations were my private obsession, the one thing that still made my blood

I stood there in the dim glow of my bedroom lamp, arms still wrapped tightly around my bare breasts, trying to steady my breathing. The ancient god who had just shattered my world — and my dignity — with nothing but his fingers and mouth watched me with those glowing golden eyes, patient yet simmering with barely contained hunger.“How long are you even staying?” I asked, my voice still shaky from everything that had just happened. “You can’t just appear out of nowhere and expect to live here like this. You’ll need an identity — a name, documents, a bank account. What about a place to live? Clothes? What if someone sees you? How are you going to explain a seven-foot god walking around my apartment? You’ll need a job or something, right? I can’t just—”Tah stepped closer, cutting off my endless stream of mortal worries. Before I could finish another sentence, he cupped my face in both large hands and kissed me.It wasn’t gentle this time.His mouth claimed mine with divine authority —