Chapter Eleven

Nightmahre couldn't get enough of Gabrielle. A simple taste was not enough for him. He wanted more of her and he could feel she wanted more of him. With her pressed against him, Nightmahre felt her breasts rub against his chest that a growl radiated from his throat. Still holding her chocker, Nightmahre shoved it in one of his pockets and found his way under her shirt. Touching her bra and cupping her breast, he listened as a moan came from Gabrielle. Her arms and legs tightened her hold on him and he pushed harder against her.

Barely able to control himself, Nightmahre felt his fangs extend that he feared Gabrielle would notice. When she didn't, he deepened their kiss. From her taste to her touch, Nightmahre forgot everything that was happening and all he could focus on was Gabrielle. He wanted to take her. He wanted to take her so bad that another growl came from his throat.

"Ahem."

Reality snapped back and Nightmahre almost dropped Gabrielle. They both looked to see V and Sohrrow standing with the door wide open. Gabrielle pulled her tank back down and brushed her hair back. Nightmahre looked away for a second to gain composure. When he looked at the male and his brother, he could see the complete shock in Sohrrow's eyes. Nightmahre could tell if the shock was from seeing his brother with another woman or seeing him with a human woman. All that mattered was that they were caught together outside.

When no one moved, Gabrielle mumbled something and walked straight for the door. V stood aside and she walked right past him. Once she was gone, Nightmahre followed and shoved the Brother aside. Everyone inside was getting ready to leave and Sam was in his office shutting down the computers. When they saw Nightmahre almost rushing inside, Ehnvy and Phride looked at Sohrrow for help and the male just shook his head.

Nightmahre didn't wait for the others to get ready. He just dematerialized and appeared in the mansion. Making his way up the giant staircase, he was almost to the top when the others appeared. Sohrrow had called his name and jogged up the steps to meet his brother. The others went their own way since Last Meal was being prepared.

Once Sohrrow was next to his brother, Nightmahre ignored him and took off to his room. Hearing Sohrrow following, they both stayed silent until they were in front of Nightmahre's room. Grabbing the knob and unable to twist it, the male stood there in the hallway with his brother behind him. He then watched as Sohrrow placed his hand on his and removed it from the knob. Turning him around, Nightmahre was now facing his brother.

"What?" he growled.

Sohrrow raised his shoulders. "Nothing. I was just wondering what was taking you so long outside that I went to check on you. I didn't know you were playing the moves on the human."

Nightmahre growled.

"It was nothing."

"Sure as hell didn't seem like nothing. I've never seen you like that since Rhoslyn passed and it almost looked like you wanted to take things up a notch."

"It was nothing."

"What about Gabrielle?"

Tension rode through Nightmahre. The moment his brother mentioned her name, his body went of the offensive that his arm twitched above his sword. Sohrrow must've got the point because his hand hovered over his new black dagger. When nothing happened, he dropped his hand and leaned against the opposite wall.

When his brother didn't make a move, Nightmahre did the same thing and rested against his side. The brothers stayed quiet in the hallway. The only thing they heard downstairs were the Brothers making jokes as they headed for Last Meal. It was Sohrrow who grunted and pushed himself off the wall. He waited for his brother to do the same thing. Nightmahre stayed put for a second and then waved Sohrrow to go on ahead.

Watching his brother leave, Nightmahre was now alone in the hallway. Finding his strength, he turned around and opened the door. Closing it behind him and standing in room, Nightmahre took off his coat when he felt something in the pocket. Flipping the coat around and reaching into the pocket, Nightmahre cursed when he pulled out the chocker he took from Gabrielle.

Not knowing what to do with it, he walked over to his bed and sat on the edge. Dancing his fingers around the bones, Nightmahre thought of what happened. He was a fool to do that to Gabrielle. They didn't know each other and he acted like he wanted to have sex with her right there. He could feel that she wanted the same thing as well and that was what frightened him. The human was invading his head that she was slowly becoming the only thing he could think about.

Falling to his back, Nightmahre brought the choker above him and stared at it. Her scent was all over it that he brought it to his nose and inhaled. Gabrielle must've worn this all the time because he could smell a cool breeze that belonged to the mountains. Scents of different flowers radiated from the necklace and one scent stood out the most. The smell was so intoxicating that a low growl came from Nightmahre. He didn't know what the smell was but it was both calming and strong. Nightmahre's body shook from the smell that he continued to breath in the scent.

It was so strong that it wasn't long before Nightmahre found himself stroking his cock for it had gone hard. The urge to release was so strong that he moaned out. Lowering the chocker, Nightmahre closed his eyes and tried to think of something. His mind instantly latched onto the image of his Rhoslyn. Even though the thought of her was like a dagger slowly killing him, he wanted to see his beautiful shellan. But when he was in the dream, he watched as Rhoslyn turned away from him and faded away. Taking her spot were mountains he never saw before. There were mountains that looked like they belonged to a desert. Few trees rested on the mountains while there were just miles of land all around.

Nightmahre didn't know what he was seeing. He searched for Rhoslyn until there was someone else riding in front of him. Dismounting a horse from what looked like a long journey, a woman faced the mountains that she wasn't facing the male. When Nightmahre demanded who she was, the woman didn't turn around. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail that her black hair swayed in the wind. The woman was wearing jeans and boots made for the winter. What was interesting was the brown jacket the woman was wearing. There were beads on the sleeves and around the back. From the looks of it, the jacket was old but still had a purpose. The wind blew and the woman's hair flew in its direction. That's when he saw a silver chain under a buffalo chocker on the woman's neck.

Tightening his hold on the same chocker, Nightmahre swallowed hard.

"Gabrielle."

The woman finally turned around. Gabrielle, the soldier, a woman of the Cheyenne, a person of a once free tribe, turned to face Nightmahre. There was such warmth in her eyes that the cool air failed to touch her. She looked so at home near these mountains that Nightmahre realized this had to be her home. Even though he had never looked up anything relative to Wyoming, he knew that this place was Gabrielle's birth place. He was seeing her for who she really was.

Leaving the horse, the sound of Gabrielle's boots crunched under the dirt and rocks. Standing right in front of him, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. That's when Nightmahre didn't know if this was really a dream. He could feel the warmth coming off of her body that he wrapped his own arms around her. Touching her body made the dream so real that he breathed in her scent and smelled everything he smelled on the chocker.

"Nightmahre," she whispered.

Her words shattered the dream. Nightmahre bolted up in a sitting position, breathing real hard. His hand was so tight on the chocker that it had cut his palm. Unable to sit still, he almost ran to the bathroom and splashed cold water over his face. Grabbing a towel and wiping away some water, he stared at himself in the mirror.

What was happening to him?