“Keagan!”
I’m breathing heavily, and frantic as I try to catch my breath and orient myself again. I’m standing in the kitchen with a utensil drawer open, my hand gripping the base of a knife, and Wilder is here, holding my shoulders and gazing at me with concerned eyes.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
“Bad dream,” I mumble before leaning forward and putting my forehead on his shoulder. “I’m so glad to see you again. I couldn’t make myself wake up.”
“It’s okay. You’re safe now.”
“Thank goodness.” I glance up. “How did I get in here?”
“I don’t know. Maybe sleepwalking? I only left the room for a minute when I heard the stairs creaking. I found you here.”
I look down at the drawer, seeing several knives inside. A shiver moves down my spine.
“Can I get you some tea? Water?”
“No. I want to go back to bed.”
“Come on.”
He guides me back to the guest room and the two of us get on the bed.
“You’re feeling okay?” he asks.
“Um…” I rub my forehead, and as I gaze at Wilder, the strangest thing happens. My whole body heats and my cock stands at attention. It’s a visceral reaction, but it also startles the hell out of me.
I look down at my own body and pull the blankets up around my waist. Wilder doesn’t seem to notice. Thank fuck for that.
“Something wrong?” he asks.
“No, I just feel…” I clear my throat. “Sorry, but I think I will have some tea.”
Wilder nods. “I’ll be right back. Sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. It was just a dream.”
Once he’s gone, I hop out of bed and bounce up and down on my toes, trying to make this strange burst of horniness go away. Why would I feel horny after a dream like that? Doesn’t make any sense.
I pace the room as thoughts of Wilder naked dance through my mind.
What the…?
I try shaking my head to make the visions go away, but they only seem to get stronger. Now this is weird, and it definitely hasn’t happened to me before. Maybe if I think of something very, very unsexy, it’ll go away. Like root canals. Yes, that’s it.
I squeeze my eyes closed and think about the drilling noise and the smell at a dentist’s office, which is a place I really hate going to, but it has no effect on my body. In fact, the more I try to get rid of the horny thoughts, the stronger they are.
I draw my zipper down and tug open my underwear. My dick is harder than it’s ever been in my entire life, I swear, but I have no clue what about this situation is making me react like this.
In an attempt to distract myself, I turn around and walk to the window, peering outside. It’s evening now, so I must have taken a pretty long nap.
I open the window and lean towards it, resting my forehead against the screen.
Out of nowhere, the ravens appear in the trees, flocking around the house like they’ve been summoned.
“Hey. Hey, birds,” I say to them.
The biggest one lands on the windowsill, doing the same thing it did before—tilting its head back and forth and studying me. When it lets out a loud screeching sound, flapping its wings wildly, I startle, jumping away from the window.
