Figment of Dreams
Ache

Dosch

It’s been three days since the death of Elia and Leo. I have killed my way through her entire organization, releasing the pent up anger, the dragon from deep within me. I needed to not only kill them myself but make them suffer for what they did to her.

The image flashed through my mind again of the bullet shooting its way to her chest and Leo jumping in front of it in a blink of an eye. To me, it felt like the whole world had stopped spinning.

I blinked away the nausea. Not much could make me sick these days. But that worry for her life… that look on her face when she saw her Wolvaby dying. I wanted to rip my own eyes out.

I sat on my white couch, with a view on the city. Night had just fallen and I had officially claimed the entire drug territory now. Mourad told me he was still looking for Nico, Vincent’s number one and Elia’s advisor. He was nowhere to be found and he had the details of the heist with him. It would not stop until he was dealt with. Vincent wasn’t after my girl yet, but it was just a matter of time before he figured out what she meant to me. I was buying her extra time with my avoidance of her. It won’t be much, but it was something.

My heart ached. I was thinking about her all day, every day. Not being able to hold her after the fight, the heartache was killing me slowly, and having received that phone call that first night had been such a relief. I had dialed her number a gazillion times but never went through with it.

I drank from my Fae Whiskey, long hard sips. I was trying to numb my pain. But the couch reminded me of the nights she had spent here and cuddled close to me. Asking me all kinds of questions about my life, the nosy little brat.

My nosy little brat. Nope, don’t go there… I cringed. I drank some more. Telvice in my hand. Picture of her on display. She was in my bed, it was morning, and I had ordered room service. She was in that white lace lingerie I liked so much.

She called me out that one night when I had called her a too good of a girl for me. She had been waiting in my bed with that white balconette lace bra, pushing her gorgeous tits up. Her white lace thong so small, so lacy, it was see-through. Her toned body was tanned from the spring sun. Knee-high socks on those long slender legs. Two ponytails and a coy smile on those lips. Cheeks a little flushed.

My dick had never sprung to attention as quickly as it did when I had laid my eyes upon that sight. Not only did she show me how not a good girl she was with all the ways she tried me that night, but she also showed me the darker side of herself. One she had rarely shown to anyone. My own dark heart was delighted. I had truly found my kindred soul. The one who could ride with me, forever. If I was not in the line of business I was in I suppose.

She smiled up at me coyly, hand slightly raised to stop me from taking the picture. A bagel in her other hand, on her way to her mouth. One of the white straps had fallen down her arms, and those ponytails had long ago been ravished by my hands on them while she fucked me reverse cowboy style on this white couch. Make-up a little run out down her eyes. She had been thoroughly fucked, and I had been as well. It had been the best night of my life.

My dick sprung to attention again. I could not count the times any more of how much I had wanked one out, angrily, because no other girl did it for me like she did.

I had tried. I had put them in white lingerie and searched for the brunettes who looked like her. Fucked them from behind so I didn’t have to see their faces. I couldn’t cum at all unless I closed my eyes and envisioned her.

Her.

I unzipped my pants. I needed to release all of it. It had been a stressful three days with barely any rest. I popped the picture up closer. Yes, this will do.

As I was getting harder and rubbing myself quicker, her name popped up on the screen, and my heart skipped a frantic beat. Shit. She was calling me?

I hesitated.

Pressed the green button and waited. She shouldn’t be calling me. Vincent could be tapping my phone for all I know.

‘Carina….’ I know I sounded irritated, which is hypocritical of me while beating my meat to her at the same time. I fisted my dick harder at hearing her voice.

‘I know I shouldn’t call, but….’ She sounded upset.

‘What’s the matter?’ I groaned because I could not be angry with her while she was upset.

‘I…it’s….’ she put her hand on the Telvice and waited, breathing hard.

‘I’m at Maddox estate…. Zeal was just called to Dornatill. Maddox is there as well and…’ she swallowed.

‘I’m hearing things. It’s probably nothing.’

I glanced at my Telvice for a few seconds, my heart beating faster. ‘You think someone’s in the house? Where are the others?’

‘The Paramore summit is ongoing. They are naming a replacement for Elia in the high council. They are all there, Dosch. I’m not…-’

‘-… come over here. I don’t want you to be alone.’ I was weak, I must admit—a complete simp for this woman.

She was putting on her shoes. ‘This house is just so big.’ I heard footsteps. ‘I’m hearing all kinds of noises. I don’t know.’

‘Come here, Carina….’ I sighed. ‘Please, go now. Stay on the line.’

‘Okay… thank you, Dosch. I’m putting you on face view.’ She switched views and showed me how she was walking through the dark house. That was indeed not the best place for her to be at. I would be kicking the other’s ass tomorrow. What were they thinking?

Her breathing was hard and flustered as she walked. I spotted movement from the other side of the hallway, in the dark. Someone was there.

‘Carina…’ I whispered. ‘Go to the library now. Lock the door.’

I was already moving. I pressed Mourad’s number. Code red. Which meant, get to Lux now.

‘Stay on the line, Carina.’ I talked to her in my alpha voice. She needed to listen.

‘D-dosch…’ her voice was a slow whisper. ‘They are trying to get in here.’ Her breathing was even harder now, and I could hear someone beating on the door. They were trying to break it down. My own heart was thumping out of rhythm. This was not good. I pulled up Oak’s number and texted him the same code. The one we had agreed upon.

‘Miss Elmrose?’ somebody had entered the library. It was the waitress. It was a false alarm. She sighed in relief and sat back against one of the shelves. ‘I feel so stupid.’ She admitted.

‘Don’t. Better be safe than sorry.’ I answered.

I heard my men, Sander and Mellor enter the library. They had arrived quicky. I must remind myself to promote them tomorrow.

‘Well… I guess… I’m staying here.’

I wanted to scream at her to come over. To not stay there. To sleep next to me tonight. My soul was screaming for my mate. My lover. I had not comforted her yet since the incident, and I needed to. My soul needed to feel her to make sure she was safe. Yet, I could not endanger her like this. Every time we were together was an opportunity for my enemies to notice our connection and take her out. I would not have that on me, ever.

‘Goodnight, Carina.’ I said dryly. Hung up the Telvice, not waiting to hear her sweet voice again. That was a little harsher than I would have liked, but she needed to understand.

The two of us were star-crossed lovers, and there was an entire universe trying to pull us apart.