Allowing the women a minute longer to stare at him, he took his time to ensure no one else was near to interrupt them. Then slowly, with a lazy stroll, even though the frigid air wrapped around him, he made his way back to her apartment.
Bridget and her friend were on fire. Their craving to be fucked was so strong he smelled their lust before entering the building. All he’d done was wrap a little bit of desire around the redhead, make sure she wouldn’t forget him so she would tell Bridget he had been there. He knew the mention of his name should trigger some of her memories.
The two women obviously had one hell of a sex drive, proof that neither had received a good fucking in a long time. And they were close.
If she didn’t have her memory back yet, she would soon. Braze wouldn’t do anything to offend Bridget. Her powers were strong—very strong. And although she didn’t remember it yet, she loved him. And he knew he loved her. He’d searched the galaxies for centuries looking for her. Many other women had attempted to lure him, cast him under their spells, seduce him with their bodies. But none of them stood a chance. Many centuries ago, Bridget had stolen his heart; now all he needed to do was recapture hers.
Entering the apartment complex once again, he studied the group of mailboxes in the wall, while quickly distinguishing Bridget’s sweet scent from the rest of the aromas in the old building. Her thoughts reached out to him, questioning him, her curiosity as piqued as the need throbbing through her.
She lived on the second floor, and he floated up the staircase, noting while he did how easily accessible her apartment was. There was no way she could stay there. It surprised him some that others hadn’t already tried to reach her. Whatever their reason for hesitating, it served him well. Bridget was now under his protection.
Their voices were a soft melodic sound, stroking him like enticing fingertips over his skin. He reached Bridget’s door, listening to them a moment longer before he willed the doorknob to turn and the solid wood to glide open to allow him entrance.
Excited voices in the other room greeted him when he stepped into the small living area. One lone candle burned on the coffee table—a tribute to Brigit—as it had always been. Did she realize how many centuries the candle had burned for her, guarded by so many in tribute to her, kept watch over, so it would never be extinguished?
And then he heard her. His Bridget. She spoke quietly, her motherly tone calming her friend, fighting the spell he had Naomi under. She didn’t recognize the simple mind alteration that he’d used on her. Nothing more than a wave of her hand would free Naomi.
Moving past the candle, he felt all the power that had absorbed into the flame from her. Her goodness. Her strength. Her compassion. The flame burned strong. Just as the fire burned deep inside Bridget. That heat rushed through him, hardening him, burning deep into his groin while her scent, her soft voice, her presence all around him, filled him with a longing he needed to appease.
She turned when he reached the doorway to her bedroom, no longer in the lacy underwear as he’d seen her in his mind’s eye a short while ago. A clean pair of jeans hugged her long slender legs. She had put a simple sweater on, the knitted fabric hugging her like a second skin. Long flowing brown hair drifted around her, falling to the slender curves of her hips. Large green eyes looked up at him, wide-eyed. Fear and surprise appeared in her shocked expression.
His insides boiled, his cock thrusting against its confinement, the length of his shaft growing, aching to be free. She would remember him. He would pound his cock deep inside her burning heat until she screamed his name, acknowledging how much she’d missed him over the centuries.
She stared at him, her green eyes aflame with a fight in her that had always appealed to him. Bridget was ready to take him on, protect her friend, ensure nothing would happen that would harm either of them. Not only did she not know who he was, she wanted him out of her home. He would kill whoever put her into this mortal state.
The last thing he planned to do was hurt them.
“How dare you enter my home.” Bridget put her fists on her narrow hips, glaring at him while she pursed her full lips. Her anger soared around her, brightening those pretty green eyes while a deep flush spread across her cheeks.
“You need my protection,” he told her, enjoying how her quick breaths made her breasts swell. “I could stay away no longer.”
“That’s him,” Naomi whispered, gripping Bridget’s shoulder as she huddled behind her. “This is Braze.”
“It appears to me we need protection against you,” Bridget snapped, adjusting her body so she was a shield for her friend.
“You have taken what I have to offer before, my Bridget, and you know it.” He searched her eyes, worked deep into her mind, wanting to see recognition on her face.
Bridget stubbornly glared at him. “I am not your Bridget.”
“Yes. You are.” He wouldn’t allow her to deny that.
His claim on her ran thick through the centuries. None of the other elders would dare touch her—they wouldn’t tempt his wrath. He wasn’t the leader of the coven. Hell, he’d never seen the point in leading the elders. They respected him, or feared his strength, and that was enough.
When she would have protested again, impose another demand that he leave her, he reached for her. She tried to block his touch, raising her hand to strike him away, but this time he moved quickly, grabbing her wrist.
Fire charged with electricity burned through him. Her skin seared his fingers, branding him just as it had so many lifetimes ago on the ancient planet of Hedel. She stared at his fingers, wrapped around her small wrist, and he sensed her shock. Her breath caught in her throat, a small gasp. Slowly her gaze traveled up the length of him until her long lashes fluttered over those sensual green eyes when she looked at him. His heart slammed in his chest making it hard to breathe while he watched her tongue slide over her lower lip, moistening it.
He pulled, wanting her closer, in his arms where she belonged. But twisting her wrist, she struggled until he let go. Molten green burned with passion in her hard stare while she glared at him. But she saw him as a challenge, her passion glowing with the willingness to fight him.
He could handle that. Once again she would be his lover.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
Braze smiled. “Search your thoughts, your dreams. You know who I am.”
“Dreams aren’t real. You didn’t come from my dreams.” Even as she said it, he felt her doubt, her lack of certainty.
“Just because I’m real doesn’t mean you didn’t dream about me.” He liked the way her eyes widened at his words.
Bridget accepted that he knew she longed for him, dream after dream tormenting her while her subliminal thoughts reenacted their time together. She ached for him to be inside of her. Her pussy was on fire. He knew that. Hell. He didn’t have to read her mind to see that. It was written all over her face.
For a moment she looked past him, realizing there was no way out of her bedroom. He had them trapped in there, standing just inside the doorway, blocking their passage. She looked away from him, over her shoulder, searching her friend’s face. Naomi returned the gaze, the intent stare of two lifelong friends communicating silently.
Bridget grabbed Naomi’s hand, which rested on her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. She turned from him, and he fought a wave of frustration when she ignored him, cupping Naomi’s face in her hands and focusing only on her.
“He’s not real, Naomi,” she whispered.
“I am real.” He knew she already knew that, only her stubbornness kept her from seeing the truth now.
“Look, Bridget.” Naomi’s voice was soft, tempting for an innocent human. “He’s standing right here. Why would you say he isn’t real?”
Braze really wanted to know how she planned to answer that. He was a patient man, although the steady pressure pumping through his cock defied that statement. Bridget would send her away, or allow her to stay. Either way, he wasn’t going anywher
e.
“He’s the man from my dreams.” Bridget wanted to convince Naomi as much as herself that he didn’t really exist. She was damned stubborn not to accept the simple truth.
He realized she could only make him go away if she thought he wasn’t real. That way, she could justify something not being right about him. But at the moment, she wanted him so desperately that he knew she couldn’t order him away.
Touching her again, this time before she had a chance to react, he ran his fingers through her thick long hair. It was like silk gliding over his hand, long and thick, and so damned sexy.
Pulling her head back, he forced those sultry green eyes to look at him. “I will prove to you that I am real.”
She opened her mouth to protest, those full red lips parting, sending his blood pressure to the boiling point. Capturing her mouth, her protest turned into a soft groan. The sound sent him over the edge. He plunged into her mouth, fucking it with his tongue the way he wanted to drive his cock into her pussy.
The taste of her, the smell of her, the way she felt—he had missed this for so long, been deprived of her fruits for centuries. Never again would he be denied what was his. His heart soared, pumping blood through him so hard he wondered if his human body could handle it. His need for her was so great it robbed him of his senses.
“Damn,” she cried out, her eyelids fluttering between opened and closed.
He let her breathe, enjoying the way her moist lips remained parted. Visions of slamming his cock deep into her mouth, feeling her heat surge through him while she sucked and licked his swollen shaft, sent all the blood in his body straight to his cock.
“Open your eyes.” He wanted her to see him, acknowledge him, remember how desperately she used to crave him.
And she did still want him. There had been no resistance just now. Bridget burned with a need that matched his own. The fire that rushed through her came through in her kiss. She had opened to him, her body unable to ignore what her mind refused to accept.
Bridget’s eyes flickered open, staring at him through a haze of incredible lust. His heart about slammed into his throat. She captured his breath, her powers soaring while she stared deep into his soul, searching, craving, devouring.
“I need to fuck you.” If he waited much longer he wasn’t sure he could handle the pain.
Chapter Five
Bridget couldn’t think straight. Her dreams mixed with reality. Need rushed through her stronger than she’d ever experienced it before. Her pussy throbbed, swollen and drenched, her juices flowing, coating the smooth skin between her legs.
Staring up into powerful green eyes, images flashed through her, another time, a place long forgotten. This was Braze, the man from her dreams, holding her, staring down at her ready to devour her. Muscles harder than steel rippled in his arms while he cradled her. His manly smell, a mixture of soap and rain from outside, enveloped her.
This was no dream. He was for real.
Bridget shifted, needing space, the jeans she had just slipped on rubbing against her soaked pussy causing the ache to grow inside her.
No man strolled into her apartment and demanded that she fuck him. And she sure wouldn’t part her legs for a stranger.
“I’m no stranger.” He answered her thoughts as easily as if she’d spoken out loud.
Panic rushed through her. People just didn’t read each other’s thoughts. But at the same time she couldn’t deny how she’d been able to hear what those girls thought who had been at her shop earlier. Maybe there was something in the water. And that something also made her pussy throb brutally for a complete stranger.
Bridget pulled away from him, feeling his hesitation, his reluctance to let her go. But he didn’t force her, although his hand slid over her back, gliding across her, dragging the heat of his touch so that she felt it rush through her, intensifying the burning already there.
“You are.” She sliced her hand through the air, insisting he accept that. And trying to convince herself at the same time. “I’ve never seen you before. You don’t know me, and I don’t know you.”
Naomi stood next to Bridget, continuing to stare at Braze. She looked like a teenager ogling over some movie star. She’d never seen her friend like this.
“Naomi,” she said firmly.
“Maybe we should take time to get to know each other.” Naomi’s voice had a dreamy sound to it.
Bridget didn’t like this. And worse yet, she wasn’t able to control the throbbing that wouldn’t stop in her pussy, the fever inside her intensifying every minute she stood so close to this man.
Naomi turned, looking at her, her dazed look showing how affected she was by Braze’s overwhelming presence. Somehow this stranger, who she couldn’t deny seemed way too familiar, had put her friend under some kind of trance.
She knew he heard her thoughts, but she had heard his too. Maybe she had the ability to do more, just like he could.
“Naomi. This isn’t like you. When was the last time you’ve wanted to fuck a stranger?”
Naomi blushed, her hands going to her cheeks while she grinned girlishly. “You’re right. I’m being terrible, aren’t I?” she whispered, casting a hasty glance at Braze.
Immediately she sensed that Braze realized her attempts to extinguish the fire burning inside her and Naomi. He suddenly seemed too large for the room, corded muscles bulging through the simple brown, collared shirt he wore.
Nothing about this man was simple though. She wanted him gone but at the same time ached for him to fuck her. Accepting he was something more than human only terrified her. But he’d worked his way into her bedroom, heard her thoughts, and had both of them on the verge of spreading their legs and crying out to be first.
“I am not human, Bridget, anymore than you are. Humans have nothing to do with us. See the truth. Free yourself of this shroud that has you imprisoned. See who you are, who I am. We belong together. See that, Brigit.” The way he said her name, so differently than she’d heard it said before, entranced her.
A mere moment slipped by before she realized he hadn’t spoken out loud. His deep baritone sounded as sexy in her mind as it did to her ears. Thick cream soaked her clit, her inner thighs, while a flush spread through her, a craving so intense to move closer to him, meld with his mind, feel every bit of him deep inside her.
“Enough!” She was absolutely losing her mind. “Whatever you are doing, quit it now.”
His green eyes burned like a dark sky threatening to break out with a fierce storm. Several muscles twitched in his neck while his fingers balled into fists and then relaxed again. Whoever Braze was, he didn’t take kindly to being told what to do.
Well neither did she. And she sure as hell didn’t like having her mind played with.
Suddenly Naomi turned pale and wrapped her arms around her waist. “What’s going on, Bridget?” The fear in her tone couldn’t be missed.
“Everything’s fine, Naomi.” Maybe her body still cried out for Braze, but at least Naomi might be back to normal.
A chill rushed over her. She shivered although the fire deep within her burned, still out of control.
Naomi inched closer. “Who is he?” she whispered.
Bridget had no answer. Staring into Braze’s eyes she knew she had never seen him before. How would she ever have forgotten such a perfect face?
“I am not a beast.” This time Braze spoke out loud, moving closer as he did. “Naomi now is afraid instead of aroused. If this is what you want, then so be it.”
“What’s he talking about?” Naomi’s words broke with a stutter. She grabbed Bridget’s arm, cutting off the circulation. “You have no idea how I feel. Who do you think you are?” she said to Braze.
Now that was her Naomi, a pure spitfire. Oddly enough, Bridget swore a chuckle drifted toward her, carried through the air on some invisible plane. It only succeeded in vibrating through her, adding to her tortured senses. Apparently he also found it amusing to leave her horny and on the edge of co
llapsing with a major orgasm.
“He thinks he is in control and he isn’t.” Bridget fought to clear her mind, not allowing him to see anything other than what she wanted him to see.
Braze narrowed his gaze on her, reaching deep inside her, grasping to drive her over the edge with some kind of telepathic foreplay. She clenched her jaw, determination forcing her to harden her insides. It was harder than she thought to look away from him, and took even more strength to turn and move toward the door.
“I am refraining from using the extent of my control.” His warning wasn’t missed.
The slow deep tone in his voice should have terrified her. He was a crazy man and he was in her home—in her bedroom. Her pussy throbbed while the humidity soared between her legs, betraying her fear with an overwhelming lust-filled desire to see the extent of that control.
This was absolutely insane.
She held on to Naomi, guiding her past the overwhelming Braze who had no desire to move and allow them to pass.
“Let me walk you to your apartment,” she said to her friend, praying Braze would step out of the way and let her pass.
Bridget wasn’t sure she could handle brushing up against that powerful frame of his. Not to mention her legs seemed to have turned into wobbly noodles.
“Is he leaving too?” Naomi asked, looking over Bridget’s shoulder at him.
The sensual glaze that had consumed her pretty eyes was no longer there. Bridget wondered how Naomi saw Braze, if he still appeared to her as irresistible as she swore he was earlier.
He’s going to fuck her. I know he’s going to fuck her. The worry in Naomi’s thoughts hit Bridget hard.
“Don’t worry, girlfriend,” she whispered. “He’s leaving too.”
Braze stepped to the side, not leaving her bedroom like she’d hoped, but allowing her to walk Naomi to the door.
“There’s something strange about him.” Naomi continued to look over her shoulder while they moved through the living room.
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