Chapter 27

It was interesting, they were protecting Claira from dreams that he didn't exactly have control over. It wasn't like he was inserting himself into their heads, well… He had Brooklynn's once or twice, and then she had purposefully called for him. Right now, she wasn't, but he was still there. She was dreaming of that mansion, watching him. He was bare from the waist up, rain soaking him, as fog tinged with poisonous green covering the ground around his bare feet. Lightning flashed, his eyes met hers and he was across the ground to her, pulling her against him tightly, his lips descending down to capture hers in a passionate, greedy kiss.

She should've shoved him away, slapped him, found some way to get away from him, but Brooklynn found herself WANTING him. His kiss lit her on fire, sending volts of electricity through every part of her body as she returned the kiss with equal greed and passion. Soaked from head to toe, Brooklynn had on a white nightgown that was already completely see-through, matching panties and no bra. Taker lifted her to where her legs wrapped around his waist, the rain pouring harder on them as the kiss intensified. Her long black hair pooled down her back in wet waves, some clinging to the sides of her face and the same went for Taker.

The taste of him was exquisite, reminding her so much of Mark, but it had a dark tinge to it. Her arms tightened around his neck, pressing herself closer to him if that was possible, and her nipples were already erect, poking through the material of the nightgown to stab his bare chest. Lightning flashed across the sky again, thunder rumbling around them and all Brooklynn could think about was the man currently kissing and holding her, feeling his strength radiating around her.

Her panties were gone and a remaining column from the mansion's now desolated porch still stood. He planted her back against it, never breaking that kiss as one hand moved down. Time had no meaning here and it wasn't rain causing the slickness he felt between her spread thighs, two large fingers sliding easily into her hot core. Taker felt her tensing and not from fear or pain, her teeth catching his bottom lip and he growled.

A soft whimper and moan fell from her lips, her hips rocking against his fingers as Brooklynn became lost in the moment. She couldn't speak, too consumed in the ecstasy Taker caused her to feel and pressed her forehead against his. Sliding her fingers through his hair, she nuzzled his long beard and traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, shivering as another growl resonated around them. He pulled his fingers out of her, licking them clean and then brutally kissed her again, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Her hands trembled, reaching down between them to unbuckle his belt and unsnap his skintight black jeans, needing him inside of her now.

What made this all the better was the fact that Brooklynn knew he wasn't Mark, she knew who was about to fuck her, dream or not. It had been literal years and he knew while, physically, he and Mark were the same, there were definite differences in their respective approaches to sex. Grabbing her wrists, he transferred them to one large hand, pinning them against the column above her head, while his free hand positioned himself at her entrance, feeling her quivering around him as he teased her with just the tip for a few moments before sliding home.

Lulling her head back, Brooklynn looked up at the sky, the lightning illuminating her molten golden eyes and squeezed her hands, wanting to touch him. Mark never held her wrists captive, not unless they were doing foreplay and he wanted to tease her mercilessly. Taker was extremely dominant and only cared about his release; there was always a hardness when it came to sex with him, a coldness. Right now, Brooklynn was burning and rolled her hips against him, locking her ankles around his waist as he drove his cock in and out of her. She didn't care if she got splinters in her backside from being glided up and down the column. No words had to be said between them, just the sounds of their euphoria as moans spilled out of her mouth freely, which quickly turned to cries.

Brooklynn was so wrong about him, she always had been. She thought he cared about nothing and no one except for himself and his wants, his desires. To a point that was true, but Taker had always cared for her and sexually wasn't any different. She wasn't some broad to vent out aggression on and then just walk away, whether she had gotten her rocks off or not. No… it was much more fun and satisfactory if Brooklynn fell apart against him, on him, all over him. And she would, he'd see to it.

Taker had never shown her any other way, any other side of him, so she was going on what she HAD seen. There was no love…never once had she seen an ounce of love from Taker, so how could she believe, for a second, he did love her and didn't just want to possess her? Using people to his advantage, destroying lives and dancing in the darkness, where he was most comfortable. Unlike Mark, Taker embraced his dark powers and had honed them for years, so he was more powerful than Mark. It was one of the main reasons Brooklynn had asked Mark to bring Taker back during the fight against Nemesis.

To this day, she regretted it because, in the end, Mark had been the one, with Mickie's help, to defeat Nemesis, not Taker. None of that mattered, not in the dream world, as Brooklynn put her full focus into this bout with Taker, wishing he would let her touch him. It made the impending climax that much more intense, she'd give him that and gasped as his mouth sealed to her neck, moving to the spot where shoulder and neck met before sinking his teeth into her supple skin. Her cries echoed with the loud thunder reverberating around them as his thrusts picked up, meeting the same rhythm as the pouring rain.

Another flash of lightning and they were inside the mansion, in an old four-poster bed. Brooklynn was astride him, his hands gripping her as she rode him and, around them, the walls were on fire, though it wasn't spreading. "Harder, Lynn," He urged, his hips rising up to meet each downward thrust from her, letting go of her hands to skim his palms up her ribs to her breasts. "Let yourself go…"

The heat of the flames licked at her skin, scouring her from the inside out. Her breathing was ragged, her heart thundering against her chest as she began bouncing on and off his cock, her hands, her nails, digging into his skin to the point of leaving crescent shapes in their wake. "Oh god, oh Taker…" She gasped out in a breathless moan, her breasts bouncing along with the rest of her body and felt his fingers tweak her nipples, rolling them between his forefinger and thumb. It was as if she had no control of her body or what she was doing, though she fought back her climax, not wanting this to end yet.

"Yes," He hissed, suddenly sitting upright, arms going around her as his mouthed descended on hers. "So deliciously tight, Lynn…"

All these years and she still fit him as perfectly as she had that night in the shower and all he wanted to do was fuck her until she seen stars and her pussy begged for a reprieve. His hands moved down to her ass, squeezing her cheeks before guiding her up and down on him, his long legs stretched out on the bed. She was kissing him again, he could feel her gasps against his lips, his own blood beginning to burn as hot as the walls.

Their slick bodies against each other was a whole new sensation, the fire only making sweat mix with the rain that had drenched them. "Burning…I'm burning…fuck, I'm so close…" Her voice hitched against his lips at his powerful thrusts, feeling the build and the hot coil within her stomach threatening to spring free.

It wouldn't be long now, and she knew Taker wouldn't uncoil until he felt her fall apart against him. The flames were getting closer, but nothing was disintegrating, which was weird to witness. Her eyes never left his, her hands caressing his muscular chest and shoulders, gripping them to the point where she might hurt him. That was a laughable thought – Taker was indestructible, and nothing could hurt or faze the man.

It was tempting to wrap a hand around her throat because the lack of oxygen during sex only made the sensations that much more intense. Given Brooklynn's prior dreams about him, that didn't seem like a good idea. There would be other opportunities. Fluidly, Taker moved them so she was on all fours before him, her luscious backside in his line of vision. Bending, Taker nipped each cheek before running his tongue along the bite marks, soothing them before moving against her, sliding back into her welcoming body with a growl of pure lust. He used a hand to push her upper body down, letting her feel every inch of him as he powered in and out of her, planning on riding her to the point where pleasure and pain became blurred lines.

It did not take long for her to shatter, even though she tried fighting it off. There was no use, his cock driving in and out of her, hitting her sweet spot repeatedly, had made her cross the point of no return. His hand gripped the back of her neck, keeping her exactly where he wanted and Brooklynn had turned her head to the side to keep from suffocating into the mattress, screaming out his name. The fire around them erupted at her climax, exploding in an intense inferno and Taker didn't stop, forcing her body into another release. Submitting to this monster was something Brooklynn never thought she'd do, but here she was, letting him screw her into the mattress.

It was a dream, a deliciously wicked, lustful dream and she was desperate to feel him explode inside of her. "TAKER!" She screamed out, feeling her second climax hit and wave over her like a tsunami wave, her entire body convulsing and trembling.

Brooklynn screaming out HIS name while climaxing a second time, it set something very bestial inside of him loose. Losing control completely, he went harder than he thought possible, determined to get at least one more orgasm out of her. "Cum again, Lynn!" He ordered, grabbing the back of her throat and pulled her back up against his chest, leaning back enough to where his hand could snake down to her bundle of nerves.

Brooklynn was already spasming and quivering around him and he knew it wouldn't take much for her to reach that peak again, and THEN, then he would climax. His hand wrapped around her throat, which both terrified and enticed her at the same time, her hand reaching back to bury in his hair. The combination of him pounding relentlessly in and out of her, along with his fingers on her clit…it was too much for Brooklynn to handle. Already sensitive from her past TWO climaxes, it was only minutes before she came a third time, shrieking out his name again.

It wasn't Mark she was with, so that's why she hadn't screamed his name out. It was Undertaker – there was a huge difference between the two and Brooklynn wouldn't kid herself or deny who she was with. Her third climax triggered his and, somehow, a fourth happened as he exploded dangerously inside of her, the fire erupting to lick at the ceiling and edges of the bed. Once again, it didn't burn, though, but the heat alone made them both sweat and swelter.

"Mine," He growled possessively at the end of his climax, sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. "All mine, Lynn." Because as much as she loved Mark, the imbecile would never take her to these heights in this way. It wasn't in the man, not anymore. She had domesticated him a bit too much. "And this…" Taker had slid out of her, letting his hand cup her soaked nethers, not minding the puddling of both their releases in his palm. "Is mine too."

Possession.

That's all she was to him was his possession and Brooklynn needed more than that. She hissed out at the bite on her neck and his hand cupping her very sore pussy, her thighs drenched in both their juices. "N-No…" She whimpered out, shaking her head and tried to make sense of why she'd just went to bed with a monster. Turning to look up at him, those acid pools devoured her and Brooklynn swallowed hard, his mouth crashing down on hers again. "No!" She cried against his lips, pressing her hands against his sweaty chest. "Y-You don't love me…and I won't be your possession…"

"You already know you're only lying to yourself, I do love you, I always have. You were just never able to accept it." Because of Mark, pure and wholesome Mark, disgusting. How Brooklynn viewed love and how it should be, didn't mean that was the only definition that fit. Deep down, she knew that too. "You're not my possession…" He whispered, his lips caressing her jawline as his arms moved to hold her against him, cradling her to him. "You're my wife."

Brooklynn pulled back to stare up into his acidic eyes, seeing the truth of his words and wanted to believe him. His words, calling her his wife, made her heart skip a beat and she looked down at the ring on her left ring finger, closing her eyes. "It was you, wasn't it? You're the reason we got married, aren't you?" It was more of a statement than an actual question. That meant he was inside of Mark and was reaching out to her through her subconscious, her dreams, where he knew Mark couldn't stop him. Granted, a spell to suppress the dreams could be done, but Brooklynn had to keep this line of communication open for Julia. "So…that means Mark never actually wanted to marry me – it was you that did and you influenced him to ask me, to make it happen…" Why was that a painful revelation? "Fuck…"

Taker snorted at that, moving so he was sitting there on the bed, the flames disappearing and it was their bedroom in Texas. He was naked and so was she, the bedroom light on overhead and he shook his head. It would be so easy to lie to her, but… he wouldn't. Because he benefited from the truth just as much as she did.

"That imbecile was content with your common law marriage, it's true…" He conceded thoughtfully. "But when I suggested it, as a thought, he hopped. He loves you. WE love you, Lynn. WE wanted to marry you."

"Common marriage law doesn't change the last name and it doesn't…it doesn't mean anything…"

Brooklynn couldn't believe this was happening, that she'd been right in her assumptions about Mark being influenced to marry her. It wasn't what he wanted. He was content with the common marriage law, but Taker wasn't. Taker wanted her tied to him in every way the same way she did. She didn't doubt Mark loved her, but it seemed as though Taker loved her more.

"No, YOU wanted to marry me, not him or he would've asked me instead of waiting to be influenced by his other half. You said so yourself, he was content and now I feel really fucking stupid for doing this…Christ…"