Mated To My Boyfrien Chapter 78: I Need You

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 sa duvet with Liam while I had beco an immoral figure?

While my little angel slept so innocently beside ?

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 ti I closed my eyes, Rhett’s face materialized – his intense gaze, the possessive way he held . 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 sa 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 . 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 ca 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

from feeling so suffocated.

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

What was this presence?

Was it

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 ?

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 .

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

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

To hell, sothing had broken within . 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 forrly 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 ti, it was a strangled sound that tore free despite my efforts to control it.

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

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 .

Then, with a slow and deliberate movent, 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 , 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

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 .

It wasn’t my fault too. Desire had taken

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

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 ant it. This was too much – it was a lot.