Chapter 16

Charlotte's POV
A male voice woke me up, and I opened my eyes to see Tyler looking at me worriedly.
The dream I had was so real, the warmth of the man's body seemed to remain on my hand.
"You had a bad dream, Ally," I said, touching the corners of my eyes, where many of my tears still pooled.
I wiped them away with my hands in disbelief, "I cried? This is unbelievable!"
I let out a deep breath and then flopped helplessly onto my bed. I buried my head in the warmth of the covers and tried hard to calm the sadness this dream had brought me.
"You kept crying about not leaving me, Ally, what exactly did you dream about?"
Tyler added worriedly as he draped a shirt over my shoulders. "Your face looks downright bad."
The dream kept swirling around in my head, and how I wished I could see what the man in the dream looked like. But as soon as I struggled to remember my dream, my thoughts were interrupted by a sharp pain.
I covered my head and said in pain, "I forgot! My head hurts so much! It's almost like being constantly jacked by a bull."
I wished I could go numb again. without thinking, Tyler hugged me directly, and he patted my back rhythmically, trying to comfort me.
"It's okay. I'll be here to protect you." Tyler said.
I closed my eyes and leaned on Tyler's shoulder. I tried to calm myself down, trying to free myself from the intense pain I was feeling.
I took a deep breath and then looked at Tyler's face. "Did you just get up?" I asked him.
Tyler nodded and let out a small yawn. "Yeah, I just woke up and I heard you talking loudly in your sleep."
I was embarrassed to say to Tyler, "I'm sorry to have woken you up."
"It's nothing. I'm used to waking up early. Besides the way you were having the nightmare was really worrying."
I smiled at Tyler and then ended the conversation about the dream. I think the dream revealed a hint of strangeness; it gave me a feeling of powerlessness that I couldn't control everything. I didn't like that feeling.
Tyler stroked the green stubble on his chin; he had gotten up so early that he hadn't had time to shave his beard.
I gestured to Tyler and I pointed to his chin and said, "Maybe you should go take care of your beard. They look pretty bad. "
Tyler laughed as he braced his hands on the bed, then pressed his entire body toward me. His voice became low and his eyes revealed an endless smile. tyler tugged a smile at me and said, "since you're starting to take in my beard, maybe you could care about the rest of my body too."
He gestured for me to look below his belly, and I noticed that he only had a thin blanket around his waist, and the area at the base of his thighs was bulging.
His heated breath sprayed onto my face as Tyler's lips kept moving over my neck. Where his lips touched, I felt the cells in my body shudder viciously.
My mind was in turmoil, Tyler's lips were soft and moist. The room was silent, except for the lustful sounds he made as he sucked on my skin, and my gasps of lust.
His lips sucked up my earlobe once, and then suddenly relaxed. It was as if a safety pin representing lust was being played with hard by Tyler in my brain.
"Don't do that." I made a tiny sound of rejection like a pup with its neck in my mouth.
Tyler buried his head inside my neck as if he was holding back something and muffled the question, "Don't do what?"
I tried to push his head away, but honestly, my body couldn't muster any strength.
"Don't keep licking my earlobe."
My face must have been as red as a ripe apple in Tyler's eyes. tyler stopped sucking on my earlobe and I thought Tyler understood what I was asking. So I took the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.
He looked up at me, Tyler's brown eyes possessed by lust, and he gasped hard, his face clinging to a strand of sweat-soaked black hair.
"Don't even think about it!" Powerful words came out of his tightly pursed lips. He lifted both my hands above my head and pressed both hands forcefully against my wrists. This made it impossible for me to move even a little bit.
I tried to push Tyler's lower body away from me with my knees, but my legs were already under Tyler's dead weight. I stared into Tyler's eyes as he grinned wickedly, biting my lips punitively before pushing his tongue into my mouth. He bit my tongue and then sucked on it like a hungry traveler.
My tongue hurt from his sucking and a line of tears ran down from the corner of my eyes. But I would never surrender to him, this was unbelievable.
I endured the pain as best I could, then tightened my breathing and held Tyler at bay. I lifted my head desperately and struggled to free my hand from Tyler's grasp.
Tyler let go of my hand and he let out a sneer, then ripped the shirt off my chest with force. I felt my breasts come into contact with the cold air and a thin layer of goose bumps rose on my skin as Tyler licked my nipples, which became uncontrollably hard.
I endured the wet touch on my breasts as I reached under my pillow and subconsciously tried to grab my dagger and stab it at the man on top of me.
I usually keep my dagger closest to me, even when I'm sleeping, and I keep a sharp object under my pillow.
And now I don't have my dagger, it's gone! There was nothing under the pillow except the cold, soft sheets.
"Shit!" I screamed angrily in my mind. "Tyler must have secretly taken it away.
A great sense of loss rose in my heart in a flash, this damnable man!
I clenched my fist, my fingers unconsciously digging into my palm. I didn't notice any tingling, and I hated the feeling that I couldn't control my body.
At this point, Tyler stopped sucking on my breasts. I thought it was the calm before the storm as he took one of my hands and then gently spread my fingers.
Bright red blood was displayed on my hand like a poppy blooming on the snow, and I didn't even realize that my nails had poked my palm and even left a lot of blood due to my angry fist clenching.
"Why do you want to reject me? Even if you choose to hurt yourself in this way?" Tyler's face was filled with a look of anger as he questioned me with a frown.
"You hate me touching you that much?" There was something sad in his eyes, and as I looked at the look in his eyes, my heart felt like it had fallen from the clouds to the bottom of the valley.
My brain was so confused that I didn't even want to say a word to Tyler.
Tyler looked at me with a downward gaze, his dark pupils emitting a gut-wrenching, ghostly light. He scanned my naked body with his gaze, a threatening smile at the corner of his mouth.
"You know what? I could even easily crush you to death if I wanted to." Tyler said to me in a low voice, the knot of his throat rolling up and down as he spoke with a tremor.
Subconsciously, I was not at all afraid of Tyler's groping appearance at this moment. I looked him straight in the eye, and I even felt that even if I plunged the dagger into Tyler's back at this point, Tyler wouldn't really kill me.
I grinned and showed Tyler a disdainful smile. "I don't care about you." I breathed, then added, "Not to mention these ridiculous threats of yours."
We were both silent for a moment, and then Tyler let out a small sigh.
He let go of my hand and then got up off of me. He sighed and sat on the edge of the bed looking at me helplessly. tyler's face was very uncomprehending and there were many emotions that I couldn't read.
Tyler's throat twitched and then said, "I have to admit, Ally, you won."
It turned out that all of this was an act that Tyler was putting on for me. Last time he was using lust to seduce me, this time he was threatening me with death.
"You're so childish, Mr. Tyler." I found this kind of Tyler a little funny.
Tyler turned his back to me and stared down at the ground with his head bowed in disbelief. I noticed my scratches all over his smooth back, red and all over the place.
"I'm sorry, Tyler," I apologized earnestly, then I reminded him, "Your back..."
Tyler grabbed my hand, then shook his head." It's not much." Tyler examined my palm carefully, his face full of apologies. "You hurt your hand." He looked at me with a reproachful gaze.
"Ally, you know what. By hurting it you are punishing me in a different way."
Tyler slowly lowered his head, and then a tingling, wet feeling came over my hand. The nerves in my head exploded like a firework with a buzzing sound.
This Tyler guy was actually licking the wound on my hand with his tongue! This simply amazed me!
"Hey! Stop it!" I hastily tried to stop it, but Tyler seemed to be completely deaf. He continued to lick stubbornly.
Needless to say, the pain was much relieved where Tyler had licked, and Tyler looked at me smugly. Then he asked me: "Don't you know? Once werewolves are injured, their mates will not hesitate to help them lick their wounds. It helps their wounds to heal."
"That sounds interesting, that's the first time I've heard of that." I replied.
Tyler looked at the surprised look on my face and his eyes narrowed.
"To be honest, I might still need your help." Tyler slowly moved closer to my mouth, his eyes not leaving my lips for a moment.
I guessed that maybe it was a wound on his back that he needed my help with, so I asked him, "Is it the scratch on your back? I have medicine at home that works great for removing scratches."
Tyler shook his head, then grinned badly and moved closer to me. He slowly pulled the bath towel off around his waist, revealing his clear, hard pen*s. tyler grabbed my hand and guided me to grab his hot pen*s.
"All the more reason for you to help comfort the poor guy."
I looked helplessly at his naked lower half, "Please spare me, Mr. Tyler. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about that."
At that moment, there was a sudden, hard knock on the door of the room. "Is there anyone in there, is Miss Ally there?"
I was taken aback; I don't usually get visits from people.
"Maybe it's Amy and John," Tyler guessed.