Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 78: _ I Need You

I dressed in a loose sleep shirt and sweatpants, deeming it upon myself to woman up and let what’s done be done. I slipped into bed beside Liam. His face was peaceful in the moonlight filtering through the window as he peacefully slept.

A twinge of guilt coiled in my gut. How could I lie here, be covered in the same duvet with Liam while I had become an immoral figure?

While my little angel slept so innocently beside me?

He deserved a life free from these burdens, a life filled with love and happiness. I would try – I am trying to make sure he got that life, but when I have been marked by my boyfriend’s father, I couldn’t help but doubt myself.

Tears welled up in my eyes again, blurring my vision. Leaning over to Liam for comfort, I gently brushed a stray strand of hair off his forehead, vowing to protect him from the darkness that now threatened to engulf my world.

Sleep was a distant hope. Every time I closed my eyes, Rhett’s face materialized – his intense gaze, the possessive way he held me. My wolf wanted to be held that way again. She desired him like he was our oxygen.

Why did it feel like I desired the same thing?

I tossed and turned in bed beside Liam, his peaceful sleep a stark contrast to my inner turmoil. I envied him at this point.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to relax. The problems wouldn’t disappear overnight, but I had to find a way to deal with them. The mark, the photos, and most importantly, Rhett – each issue demanded my attention and unfortunately a large portion of me. I needed to confront them head-on, one by one.

Cullen’s issue wouldn’t be a big deal, but Gamma Rhett’s...

Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. But I soon came to regret that.

A pressure began to settle on my chest, making it hard to breathe or move. Panic clawed at my throat as I tried to gasp for air, but my lungs wouldn’t obey.

I was frozen, unable to move a muscle. As panicked as I was, I could relax a little. This feeling was familiar. I had felt it before. Yet, it didn’t stop me from feeling so suffocated.

In the suffocating darkness, I felt a presence hovering over me. It held a heavy, crude energy that resounded with the wild awakening within me.

What was this presence?

Was it me dreaming about Gamma Rhett again?

Before I could even get to process it well, a hand slid beneath my back, sending a jolt through my paralyzed body.

This was a dream, right?

Was I reliving the car again? Was Rhett’s touch igniting a fire within me?

A whimper escaped my lips as the hand began to slide down my bare back, caressing my bones and spine.

I wanted to open my eyes but my lids felt too heavy. It felt like I had the whole world settled on my eyelids. Hence, my eyes could only remain shut.

My breath heightened as the hand continued its descent, trailing down my spine and sending shivers across my skin. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream, to fight back against this violation. But my body remained frozen. It was like a helpless prisoner in my own mind.

A shaky moan escaped my lips as the hand reached the curve of my hip, the erotic touch was a stark contrast to the terror gripping me.

My wolf whined, protesting for something I couldn’t understand.

Was I yearning for this touch, even in this terrifying dream state? Was this my imaginary Gamma Rhett?

To hell, something had broken within me. It had gotten to this stage where I fantasized and imagined a touch that felt so real.

The hand wasn’t done tonight. It brushed against the edge of my sleepwear, sending goosebumps erupting in its wake. The fabric that was formerly flimsy against the cool night air felt suddenly suffocating. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, willing myself awake, willing this violation to end.

But the hand wouldn’t be ignored. It dipped lower, the heat of its touch intensifying as it fumbled the curve of my small breasts playfully and teasingly. A whimper escaped my lips this time, it was a strangled sound that tore free despite my efforts to control it.

It was a sound of fear, yes, but laced with something else. Laced with an awareness that both terrified and intrigued me.

The hand paused its squeezing of my breasts and advanced. It hovered just above the elastic band of my sleep shorts. My breath seized at the realization of what it was about to do. Anticipation warred with terror inside of me.

Then, with a slow and deliberate movement, it slipped beneath the fabric, the coolness of the night air replaced by a scorching heat. I felt it on my clitoris, drawing zig-zag lines. The touch was electrical. It sent a jolt through me, igniting a fire deep within my core.

"Rhett..." I whispered, suddenly finding my voice.

I couldn’t help it. He was doing crazy things to my body - to my mind.

It was a shocking sensation between us. It was a mixture of pleasure and violation that left me breathless. My wolf stirred within, yearning for a connection she couldn’t understand.

Or maybe it was I who couldn’t understand what she was trying to tell me.

It wasn’t my fault too. Desire had taken me in its arms and promised not to let go.

A choked moan escaped my lips as the hand explored further, tracing the soft curves of my butt. Each touch sent a shiver down my spine, awakening a part of me I never knew existed.

The terror remained as a cold knot in my stomach, but it was overshadowed by a strange sense of yearning, a desire fueled by this forbidden touch.

"I need you... Rhett." I breathed, feeling all the air seizing from my lungs.

I needed him. I meant it. This was too much – it was a lot.