Sweet Dreams

by Bolryder, Terry

  “Dammit,” I say, moving forward to stop them.

  “Wait,” Jen says, and I turn back to see her flushing bright red. “Do you have to stop them?”

  “I mean, that… that is really something,” Sandra says, practically drooling, her eyes pinned on Jerrek. “Damn.”

  I look forward to see all three of the fae together, miming something fairly dirty, and nod quickly. “Yeah, I do.”

  Heat and lust are filling the room, and women are already getting loud and rowdy, forcing me to move them out of the way since they’re already encroaching on the dance floor now.

  But I push forward anyway, ignoring their calls of disappointment as I reach Lorien and pull him out of Reve’s arms.

  “Get over here,” I growl, grabbing his hair to pull him down for a kiss, taking his lips harshly.

  His arm comes around me as his lips turn up in a smile. “So you liked it?”

  I ignore his question, kissing him fiercely as I pull him off the dance floor, leaving Reve and Jerrek to whatever they want to do.

  It’s nonsensical, but as hot as that was, I don’t want to let anyone touch him. Even his friends.

  I want him to touch me and me only. I hate to admit it because I’ve never seen anything like that, but his stupid dance really worked.

  Now I just hope a dream fae is fine with taking me in a bathroom because I don’t think I can wait until we get home.

  17

  Lorien

  “Tess, Tess, wait… Where are we going?” I’m still flushed from the exertion I put into the dance, knowing my dream mate was watching.

  I gave it my all, just happy to finally be using the skills I learned so long ago to win her to my side.

  She kicks open the door to a room in a dark side hall, and I gasp as she grabs the sides of my shirt and slams me against a tile wall as automatic lights flicker on. Behind us, she kicks the door shut.

  “Single bathroom. No one should bother us,” she growls. Then her lips are on mine. Despite her height, she’s still shorter than me, and she has to reach up onto her toes to wrap her hands in my hair and shove her tongue between my teeth.

  Instantly, heat runs through me. Despite the sensuality of my dance, I was cool, calm, a professional except when she was looking at me.

  Then I could see the jealousy in her eyes. The fire at the sight of my body, the sense that she wants me as bad as I want her even if she isn’t aware of why.

  Nothing about my mate pursuit is how I pictured it, but somehow I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “God, Lorien,” she says, nibbling down my neck as her hands run down my shoulders and over the muscles on my waist. “Don’t do that. Don’t let anyone else touch you—”

  “Male bonding is normal,” I say. “We are used to—”

  “Not anymore,” she says, glaring up into my eyes fiercely as her hand keeps me pinned to the wall. “Mine. Mine only.”

  I grin. Perhaps I’ve finally sent my mate into a mating thrall.

  I lift her hair back gently to look into her face, which is flushed with passion. “You liked my dance?”

  She shakes her head, though she’s blushing deeply. “But your body, your face… Seeing anyone else with you… it does something to me.”

  “Mating thrall,” I say, stroking her hair back and leaning forward to swipe my tongue along the edge of her ear. She shudders.

  “What? Thrall?”

  “It’s the highest compliment to a prince,” I say, delighted as she stays pressed to me, practically trembling. I can feel her lush curves, soft hair, strong hands. “When a queen feels lust for her mate so strongly—”

  “I don’t even know if I’m your mate,” she mutters. “Lorien, I’m not sure about all that.” Her hands move to the front of my shirt, and with one quick move, she yanks it open, sending the buttons flying. “But I know I need to see you. Have you. Right fucking now.”

  I groan, leaning my head back against the wall as her nails rake down the bulges of my muscles to my belt, which she quickly undoes. I glance in panic at the door, and she rolls her eyes but quickly locks it.

  Then she gets back to work trying to undress me.

  “Um, wait, Tess…”

  But there’s truly no stopping her until she’s on her knees in this filthy restroom (though it’s clean by human standards) and pulling down my pants and underwear.

  “Tess, we can—I can take us somewhere.”

  “No,” she says, her eyes glowing up at me, her hair framing her face like a golden halo in the low light of the bathroom as she comes even closer, gripping me by the hips, and slowly slides her lips over my cock.

  “Holy shit,” I say, borrowing a human exclamation. My mate is sucking my… I… My training didn’t prepare me for this.

  I bury my hands in her hair, trying to gently remove her even though the sensations she’s causing are more amazing than I could have thought. “My mate, it’s my job to pleasure you. Get up. You couldn’t possibly—”

  Her angry eyes, full of fire, glare up at me as she only sucks me in deeper, then slowly withdraws, holding my cock in one hand as she licks over the tip. I can feel my legs trembling.

  “Don’t you dare,” she says, licking up the side of me again, tasting it with little moans, her body making small rolling motions as she begins to suck me in and let me out over and over, the most searing physical sensation of my life.

  My queen is pleasing me. It’s so sensual… so forbidden.

  Guilty, I look down at her even as tension begins building inside, taking me to a high I haven’t ever experienced.

  Something I didn’t think I would experience without mating.

  “Don’t even think about stopping me,” she says, running her hand over my wet member as her tongue runs along the slit at my tip again. “God, you even taste amazing. So smooth. So big. I can’t wait to have this thing inside me.”

  Truly, her eyes are glazed with mating thrall. And my whole body is tensed on the edge of a precipice, torn between shame and elation that she’s the one doing this to me.

  When I should be serving her.

  Her eyes are fierce as they meet mine, a true queen. “You pleasured me senseless the other day. It’s only fair I return the pleasure—”

  “Fair isn’t—” But my breath is choked off as she sucks me in again, torturing my tip with her tongue, and it’s all I can do to just hold on to the walls, trying not to lose myself and fall.

  Her licking and sucking grows more enthusiastic, and I let out a groan of pleasure that only makes her eyes light up more.

  “Tess… Tess… I can’t… I can’t control myself…” My hips are bucking now, almost against my will, but she’s still sucking, running her hands up to my abs and down to my hard quads as if savoring the muscle there.

  “Lor, you’re so beautiful,” she murmurs, stroking her tongue carefully under the ridge and flicking in a way that makes me jerk, my whole body flooding with something unfamiliar. “So gorgeous. Don’t touch anyone else. Don’t let anyone touch you.”

  “No one?” I ask. “But warriors bond with—”

  She shakes her hair fiercely, looking up at me as she slowly draws my cock out of her mouth. God, this is all so forbidden, so strange to me.

  Yet, just because I’m here with her, it feels so good.

  “Fine then, dream mate,” I say, leaning back and finally giving in to the overwhelming pleasure that she wants me to have.

  Her hands grip my hips and ass, her mouth is all over me, and her eyes, her eyes look over me as I can’t hold it back anymore. Something unleashes inside me, and I buck forward, curling my body and reaching down to gently lift her so I can hold her as I come for the first time with my mate.

  It’s more powerful than I ever imagined, the feelings coursing through me: love, possessiveness, and the need to turn the tables and please her back even more.

  She gasps as I enfold her in my arms, then kiss her as waves of pure emotion flow through me, making my
body slightly buck in time.

  She tries to pull back. “I want to see you.”

  “This is already too much, dream mate,” I say into her shoulder as her hand moves down to take my member as she feels it jerk. “Just being with you… I can’t take any more.”

  “My God, that’s hot,” she says, releasing me as she pulls back to look down at us. I’m still trembling against the wall, feeling utterly ravished.

  But in my mate’s eyes, I can still see the glow of the mating thrall. She runs her tongue over her lower lip, hungry, and I can see even now what she wants, what she’s planning.

  But I can’t stand to do that right here. Not when I’ve trained all my life to be able to give her so much more.

  “I want to take you, soul bond,” I say. “But not here. Tell me anywhere in the world, and I’ll make it for you. Tell me anything you want, and it’s yours. I can’t take you here on the cold tile. I just won’t.”

  She nods against me, breath coming in pants as she presses into me as if silently still campaigning for what she wants.

  The fact that she wants me is still elating to me, almost too much to think.

  “Want… you inside me,” she says. “I can’t think straight. God.”

  “Then tell me where to go,” I say. “Somewhere no one can see us. Somewhere soft.”

  “Take me to the clouds,” she says raspily. “Fuck me under the moonlight, amongst the stars. I don’t care.” She’s practically riding my leg at this point, totally lost to need.

  I smile as I wrap my arms around her, placing a kiss to the top of her head to calm her down. “Shh. I’ll take care of you soon, sweetheart. First, let me take you to the clouds.”

  I snap my fingers, and the room around us disappears, swirling like mist.

  In a few seconds, I’ll have a dream world for her created.

  And then after that, I’ll make her mine and finally save her from this mating thrall.

  18

  Tess

  The world is blurring around us, and my mouth still tastes like him. Damn, the way he looked when he was pleasured. The way his gorgeous eyes rolled back just for a second until he hid himself against me.

  The way this powerful fae, this magical creature, was at my mercy, lost to pleasure the way I was the other night.

  But despite my desperate wish to see him orgasm coming true, it feels like nothing can stem the hunger inside me.

  Something bubbling just below the surface exploded when I saw Lorien teasing me with his friends.

  His body, that beautiful, gorgeous body, is all mine.

  And I know how unfair that is, knowing that I can never offer him what he offers me. I can never be gentle like him and sweet. That died in me long ago.

  But this heat, this oneness, it’s enough for me. This physical lust, so much easier for me than love.

  The world is spinning still, a blur that gets slowly darker then very bright as I blink and everything stops moving.

  I almost scream when I look beneath us, as Lorien is holding me in his arms far above any ground. All that surrounds us are white clouds with gray shadows lit by the moon, far away but shining in the sky. I look above to see stars brighter than I’ve ever seen them since pollution in the city makes it hard.

  I try to make out the earth beneath us, but all I can see is blackness.

  Lorien moves us to a particularly fluffy cloud and lowers us, and I feel the cloud get more solid beneath my feet. My body is still pounding, tight with want, but I can’t help pushing away from him to walk on the cloud a little, unnerved by the surreal softness beneath me.

  I look at Lorien with stars shining in the black sky behind him, his beautiful face lit by moonlight.

  His hair flies out, no longer short but flowing over his shoulders and bare chest where his shirt still hangs open.

  I laugh, remembering how I really couldn’t wait after seeing him dance.

  I shove my hair back as I look at the magnificent sky around me. It’s like the view from a plane at night, but instead of flying through the clouds, I’m on them. So even though lust is thrumming through me, I can’t help taking a few steps to look around.

  The cloud suddenly disappears from beneath me, and I shriek as I begin to drop, but then I feel Lorien reach me in an instant, catching me with an arm around my waist. He pulls me up, and then I feel the cloud grow firmer beneath me, allowing me to stand.

  “Sorry,” he says. “I made the illusion quickly.” He holds me with both hands around my waist, only stoking the heat inside me. The exhilaration of being here in the clouds. “Just be a bit more careful where you step. It’s not easy to make the clouds firm enough while still making them feel like clouds.”

  I take in a deep breath, seeing the moon reflected in his gorgeous aurora eyes. “How did you do this? How are you so magical if we’re really the same type of beings?”

  “I trained,” he says, resting his head against my shoulder. “I trained my whole life so I could give you whatever you wanted.” His hands tighten around me, his body like hot steel as he holds me close. “Dammit, I think I’ve gone into mating thrall as well.”

  “Is that possible?” I ask.

  He pulls back to look down at me, his face so handsome I can hardly breathe. “Anything seems possible now that I’ve finally found you.”

  “Lorien, how long were you looking for me?” I ask, hands on his perfect, sculpted chest that I never want to let go of.

  “Don’t worry about that,” he says, bringing his lips close to mine. “Now I’m here. That’s all that matters.”

  “Mm,” I say, letting him kiss my neck as he slowly lowers me to the clouds beneath us, pressing me back with his lips to mine until I’m lying on my back on the softest feeling in existence and my relentless warrior is propped over me, fire the color of space in his eyes.

  “I’ve been waiting forever to have you,” he says. “But even though you’re in mating thrall, I won’t persist if it’s not what you want.”

  I blink. “I’m… You mean sex?” My body feels as if it will explode if I don’t get it. I never knew I could feel like this. Like waves of stinging need are flowing through me and only he can make them stop.

  “Bonding,” he says, straddling me and gently splaying my hair so it’s spread over the clouds and not my shoulders. “I want to be one with you—”

  “I can’t promise to be your mate or whatever it is you’re wanting,” I say, wanting to be honest with him despite the need in my body. “I just need you right now.”

  “Then that’s enough for me,” he says in a low growl. “I can’t wait any longer either.” He starts snapping his fingers and articles of clothing disappear from my body, leaving me naked. Each time, his eyes meet mine, asking, and I nod.

  When I’m blissfully naked, my heated body writhing against cool, soft clouds, I’m only more aware of my need for him.

  He leans forward, propping his hands on either side of my head as he begins to kiss all of my most sensitive places. My ears, the sides of my neck, my shoulders. His hot body moves against me, muscles flexing, eyes focused on my reactions.

  I feel like an instrument he’s playing, and my body is making the most beautiful song.

  Maybe he’s right and we were always meant to be here. Maybe I’m crazy and all of this is just a dream.

  But either way, I need him so badly I can barely breathe.

  He teases down my chest, squeezing my breasts, licking and flicking my nipples, then makes love to my waist, swiping his tongue over sensitive little curves and inside my belly button before he reaches the apex of my legs.

  He looks up at me, and I nod eagerly, but no sooner has his tongue swiped over me with naked heat, making my whole body jerk, than I’m filled with so much need, so much hunger that I can’t wait anymore.

  “Lorien,” I gasp out, burying my hands in his hair. “Not now. I need you.”

  He jerks his head up immediately, then comes forward, kissing my neck again as his h
ands move down between my legs, playing and exploring in the wet heat.

  “Lorien—”

  “I understand,” he says in a voice that is soft but deadly serious. “I just need to make sure you’re ready, that there’s no pain.”

  “I’m ready,” I say. “I swear I am—”

  “Fae warriors are well-endowed—”

  “I know,” I say with a grin, running my hand down to his jeans and pulling his member out again. God, it’s thick and delicious. “I can handle it.”

  He smiles, then moves his fingers to my entrance. “Nonetheless, I want to make sure. Causing you pain is the last thing I would want.”

  There it is, that unwanted emotion—love—burning in his eyes as I nod, and he moves his fingers gently inside. First one, then more. Then he moves them up and down with a slight hooking motion, and I feel something inside me light up with sparks.

  So that’s what it’s like when someone hits the G-spot. It’s so different than when I use a vibrator on myself.

  “So hot, so warm,” he murmurs, stroking as I thrust against his hand, whining and desperate for so much more. “Tess, you feel so good.”

  I need to be filled.

  “Soon, precious,” he says. “Soon, darling. My love.”

  I put up a hand to stroke it through his hair, trying to calm myself, and he slowly withdraws his fingers, apparently content that I’m ready.

  “If I hurt you at any time or you change your mind, tell me, and I will stop immediately,” he says sincerely. “No matter what part we are at.”

  I nod. “I will.” But I don’t feel like he can hurt me. Not when I want this so much. Not when I’m nearly blind with it.

  I groan as I feel his cock at my entrance, so big, so hard, so smooth and soft and unyielding at the same time.

  Then he reaches up and entwines his hands with mine, and with more love in his eyes than I can stand, he slowly pushes himself, inch by inch, inside me.

  As he fills me up, warm pleasure surges through me, bringing the promise of more and calming the raging need just slightly. Enough that I can see straight. Think straight.