Prologue

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As they surrounded the house, Daniel gave the order to locate the child and mother but not to engage them until he joined them. The house was all dark, and there didn't seem to be any movement. His orders were to kill everyone in the house. The man who owned the house was a known gun runner and drug trafficker.

He heard from the team on the west wing, they had located the child. They advised it was a girl about the age of five or six. She was alone in the room and sleeping. They approached the bed to grab her but were unable to lay hands on her. There seemed to be some type of barrier or spell protecting the child. Daniel acknowledged them and moved in with the team from the north side.

The group from the east side radioed that they had located the mother. The man seemed to be gone. There didn't seem to be any sign of him. Daniel advised them to keep looking and to leave the female; he would take care of her.

Something kept nagging at him; this just didn't seem right; something was off. He felt as though he had been here before. The layout seemed familiar. He moved swiftly through the corridors towards the east wing where the second group had located the female.

Opening the door to the room, he entered, as his men stood guard. Once he was inside, he closed the door behind him quietly. Moving to the side of the bed, he placed his hand over her mouth.

Her eyes flew open as she began to thrash but calmed quickly when her eyes settled on him. When he looked into her eyes, it was like a shot straight through him.  He froze, staring at her. Those eyes, they had haunted him in his dreams. He couldn't think straight; all he could see was her. She blinked breaking the connection.

All he could think was how much he wanted her and that she was his.

“Mine!” he whispered.

He couldn't imagine where that had come from. He hadn't met his true mate, and there was no way this woman whom he was supposed to kill could be his true mate. It wasn't possible, but here she was.

Moving his hand away from her mouth, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. There was no hesitation from her; she opened her mouth allowing him entry. The taste of caramel flooded his senses. As his tongue mingled with hers, his need for her grew stronger.

His hands moved to her breasts rubbing in tiny circles around her nipples through her night shirt. He could feel them start to pike. Closing his fingers around them, he pinched slightly as he pulled. She let out a moan into his mouth, as she arched her back pushing her breast deeper into his hand.

Something about her seemed so familiar to him, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. She smelled so sweet, like honeysuckle and caramel. She was so soft to the touch.  Her lips were as smooth as anything he had ever felt.

Moving his hand from her breast, he slipped it up under the short shirt she was wearing. He rubbed his hand gently across her skin as he moved back up her body to her breast.

As he reached her breast, she deepened the kiss pulling him to her. Wrapping her arms and legs around him, he lowered himself on top of her; she rotated her hips as he came down between her legs resting his bulge that had grown as his physical contact with her increased.  As her apex rubbed against him, all thought left his brain but having her and being as deep inside her as he could get.  Unable to stop himself he ripped her night clothes from her body.  Removing his own clothing forced him to break the kiss.

As he looked down at her while he removed his clothing, she appeared to be glowing.  As she reached for him she called out, "Daniel."

Sitting straight up panting and covered in sweat, he looked around in confusion trying to remember where he was and what had just happened. The woman lying next to him stirred rolling over towards him.  She put her hand on his arm, "Are you alright? Did you have another bad dream?"

Daniel just nodded, he couldn't speak.

As his breathing returned to normal, he kept seeing those eyes. Those eyes he couldn't get them out of his mind. He couldn't shake the idea that the woman in his dreams was more than just a dream. Lying back, he looked up staring at the ceiling.

Unable to get back to sleep and not wanting to keep his companion awake, he got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, he couldn't shake the idea that the woman in his dream knew his name. He didn't recognize her, but yet he felt it stronger than he had ever felt anything that he knew her too.

Looking back over his shoulder to the bed, he knew the woman lying there would never be anything more to him than a companion. She knew nothing of his true nature nor did he trust her enough to tell her.