My mind feels like it's stuck in a fog and I have a hard time making a clear view of my surroundings. I want to wake up but my eyes stay shut. It's so quiet, I haven't felt this kind of peace in so long I've forgotten what it was like.

One thing that is different, is this incoming heat that I can't shake off. I am usually very cold, not that it every bothered me but I'm always cold. Although, I admit the warmth... it's unlike anything I've ever felt. I merely want to get close to this source of heat. It engulfs my whole body in a warm cocoon: it's not hot, my body simply feels cool, like a fresh breeze from the morning air.

My body's reaction moves closer to the source. From my clouded mind, I snuggle my body further into it. It's a body, a hard body, suddenly memories of that damn night attacks me and I'm reminded of the monster that lays next time. With much needed force to my eyes, I open them immediately as see myself closer to the Alpha than I ever intended.

I'm frozen with fear, paralyzed at the thought of ever sleeping next to him. But I shouldn't have expected him to know that my boundaries are anywhere but near him. I try to move away but his arms have wrapped themselves around my body. We're so close, closer than I like, but his eyes are closed and his breaths are even. There is no sign of anger or hatred on his face, only peace.

Is this what it feels like to be near your mate without violence?

"Why are you staring at me little one?" It's not Midas, it's his Lycan. There's a difference win the tone of their voice. There's an animalistic growl each time he speaks.

"Why are you here with me?" Strange to ask but it's all I could think of. He sighs deeply, even snorting, it sounds like annoyance. Did he want to continue sleeping?

"We will speak when I'm ready to awaken. For now, just be here with me Winter." He's never done anything wrong to me. That night was all Midas actions, not his, if he is here than I am to assume I can relax around him?

"Why do you want to be here with me?" A Lycan can only come out with the permission of their skins. Why would Midas give his Lycan full reign? Minutes pass us by, and I'm still next to him. To his body, his Lycan stays asleep, when I try to move, his Lycan stops me and growls lowly.

"Do not move if you're not ready for the actions that will take place. I still want you Winter..." this truth makes me blush, embarrassed that I could possibly turn him on, his Lycan. Would it be worse with him or would it be different? He's hesitant, warns me so I don't regret my moves. A very calculating thought, yet I can hear the caring timbre that vibrates within him.

I lay my head underneath his chin, I do something that I know will probably bite me in the ass. I let myself be at peace with his Lycan. I let my mind shut down from all warnings that screams at me. Snuggling my body even closer to him, I absorb as much heat. I don't know when I will ever feel like this again.

"Do you have a name beast?" He hums on my head, I can feel the smirk form.

"No, I am him but not him. So my name would be his."

"No..." it was quiet for a minute, his Lycan moves my head to look into my eyes. His are confused by my answer.

"No?"

"You're nothing like him, you haven't hurt me. There's no malice, no war that wants to wreak havoc. You're not him." They're different from each other, such opposites.

"I am still him, he is still me. We simply have different approaches. Some we don't agree on. But he is in control even if I'm on the forefront."

"Did you enjoy the taking?" He was silent, his brows form into a confused frustration. He must be talking to Midas.

"No..."

"Then you are not him." He continues to look at me, almost like he's confused at what he's looking at. But then a lazy smile forms, he moves my hair from my face and stares deeply into my eyes.

"I can't promise something good will happen by Midas. His journey has just begun, he has a lot of begging to do by you. Even if Lycans and werewolves were never meant for each other... I'd rather die than let any man, woman, or gods take the gift we've always wanted."

I don't know why, but my heart... I feel such a strain that forms like a lump. Like I'm afraid to breathe to hear his truth, their truth. For now, the beast is himself and Midas is another story. I choose to see the beast, maybe... then... I could tolerate him.

Mustering up this sudden confidence, I bring his face closer and kiss him. It catches the beast off guard, but he regains himself and brings my body closer. Suddenly, my body no longer feels cool but a warmth that's spreading throughout my body. His hands move down my back to my bottom. Gripping them hard, he growls in my mouth, stopping us from continuing.

"Don't do something you aren't ready to do Winter." He growls my name, like a desperation that isn't yet satisfied. Maybe it'll be different with him.

"I don't know what love feels like, so there must be a reason why he's let you take control. So please, for one moment, I want to fade from the world and feel something. Just you beast." His irises become a blazing gold, my pleading changes his mind and he kisses me back with such tenderness you wouldn't think it's the same body.

Our lips mesh together, softly, slowly he makes his hands caress my thighs. Bring my leg over his, laying me on back so he's on top. He unbuttons my gown to reveal my breasts that erect by his touches and kisses. Slipping the gown off of me, he discards his clothes as well. We're both naked, for once, I'm actually seeing Midas's body. There are many scars that haven't healed properly. It must have been silver, we can't heal wounds if cut by it.

"You're so beautiful..." the beast kisses me again, touching my heavy breasts wanting to be caressed. He pinched my nipples, even lowers his head to bite them. Then, his hands slide down my body and disappears between my legs. He touches the top of my mound, a finger circling around a nub I never realized could be touched. I gasp as he puts pressure speeding the rhythm. It feels intense, my back arches and my eyes roll in themselves. He enters a finger inside and I feel pressure. It's painful but it's not a bad pain.

It feels... good, so fucking good!

I grip onto his wrists to keep his hands there and to keep going. The beast kisses my neck, sucks on my breasts, and forced his fingers in and out of my cunt. I hear sounds that I've never heard before, a feeling that I've never felt before.

"You're so goddamn wet little one." His words feels like pins that sticks themselves into pleasurable points of my body. My toes curl themselves as the beasts speeds his fingers.

The beast sits up and then flips my body to lay across his lap. He lifts my ass up in the air and plunges his fingers even deeper inside me. By then, I become a mess. I'm moaning louder, I can't help it. I feel ridiculously but it's the only way I can express such amazing deep pressure that is building inside me.

Sounds of gushing wetness engulfs these walls, I can smell myself. I don't think I have ever smelled like this before. The beast growls in approval of what he sees. He bends his head and bites my ass cheeks. Then kisses the cheeks, bites again, then... he slaps me.

I scream by the impact.

It felt wrong but I feel amazing. That shouldn't be okay, should it? Gods, I can't think clearly. How can I think, so many feelings are building to something. I don't know what but it feels good.

"Again!"

"What?" The beast is confused by my ask. I'm asking for him to hit me again.

"Please..." I'm begging for more, I want more of the pain he gave me. The beast can give me it and I want it.

"Hit me my beast." I look up to him with pleading eyes, I feel like crying if I don't get what I want. Is this is what whores feel like? Do they love this? Am I a whore?

Without a warning, the beasts smacks my ass harder. I hear the smack ringing in the room. I'd never though that sound would become something I like considering what I've been through with Midas. However, I don't give a fuck.

His fingers continue on ramming me, slapping me, and I feel so good. He lifts my head up to look at him, he wants me to look at him while I'm like this, why?

Then, he runs the special little nub, forceful and fast, I'm a bloody mess. With tears streaming down and my screams becoming louder as I reach to a point of no return.

"Ohh... ohh fuck! Ohh my beast! Ahhh!" The rush of extreme euphoric power rushes all over my body, rolling my eyes because I can't handle it. It become unbearable that I shake between my legs, a slick wetness sprouts out of my womanhood wetting the beast, the bed and myself. I fall onto the bed, relying exhausted, yet unsatisfied. I want more, more of it but I'm so tired. I feel thirsty, so thirsty.

The beast turns me around onto my back and I see his eyes. He's breathing through his nostrils hard. Growling so deep, he kisses me hard with his hand on my throat.

"Ohh little one, you have no idea how happy you've made me..."

I don't know if we made love, I don't think that was love but I think I liked this rough version of love. What else will I be given from the beast?