Chapter Fifty-Eight
“Stop fighting me,” he countered, sounding out of breadth.
Within only a few moments, he’d tied her legs to the other bed posts. Catherine was laid bare before him. Dominic crawled over her. Catherine shook her head, trying to clear her tear-clouded vision.
“Don’t do this. Please, knock me out. Don’t make me endure this,” she begged.
He gripped her cheeks in one hand. “I will love watching your eyes glaze over when you finally accept my venom.”
Dominic let go and slid down her body, placing kisses along her stomach as he went. He pulled her robe away from her legs, exposing her bare legs for his admiration.
“Please, Chloe!” Catherine screamed to the void. “Please, get me out of here!”
“Chloe is it?” Dominic asked, his teeth skimming the part of her thigh he was moments away from scarring.
“Dom-Dominic, please…”
“Finally, the words I’ve wanted to hear for weeks,” he purred. “Remember when you wake up that no matter what you dream, I will always be a part of you. His venom can’t take away all of me. Tell your mate I will be seeing him soon and that I can’t wait to steal you back for myself.”
Dominic’s teeth dug into her thigh and Catherine screamed. The pain she’d felt when Graham took the mark away could not compare to the feel of the evil act happening to her now. It was vile, it was wrong, it was unholy. Her body fought the foreign venom that did not belong to her true mate. His teeth dug impossibly deeper and he groaned as his venom leached out. Catherine fought against her restraints, begging for the pain to take her under.
“That’s it, Briar, you’re mine… I had you first, I’ll have you last… never forget that…”
A gong banged in the distance and Catherine fought against the weight pinning her to the bed. The bell chimed again and again. Catherine focused on the sound, pushing to reach the source. Her world shifted and turned. Her body twisted and writhed as she fought to root herself. She closed her eyes against the nausea. She heard people fighting, the shattering of glass and the breaking of furniture. Her head pounded. Tears burned her eyes.
Catherine lost her breath as she felt the familiar rug beneath her legs. Pain shot from her shoulder blade and her arms. Her thigh felt as though it had been seared with fire. She gasped and clutched her leg only to groan in pain from her shoulder. The commotion around her stopped all at once. She glanced behind her to see a large rusty-brown lycan crouched over a dark grey one. The brown lycan’s claws were fully extended, ready to finish off the one beneath him. Theo stood to the side, his hand on the brown lycan’s shoulder.
The brown lycan whined, his black eyes squinted in question. It released its hold on the grey lycan who immediately shifted to reveal a naked, bloody Lucas. The brown lycan walked on four legs toward her. He nudged his nose into her neck and she shuddered in relief. The lycan whined again and then laid with his head in her lap. She gripped the hair on his head until the lycan shifted, revealing her bruised and battered mate. Graham blinked a few times and looked around. He sat up and took Catherine by the shoulders. His eyes ran over her face and along her body. This puzzle was an easy one to put together. He gripped her in a hug and she desperately clung to him.
Catherine glanced over her shoulder to where Chloe sat. She was still sitting with her legs crossed and the gong stick in her hand. Her eyes were wide, staring at Catherine in awed disbelief.
“How? How did you do that?” Chloe whispered.
Surrendering to Destiny
