Bridget couldn’t have agreed more. “I don’t want you to worry about me, okay?” She took her friend by the shoulders, staring her in the eye. “You have to work tonight. Go home and get some sleep and we’ll talk soon.”
Naomi nodded, hugging her friend before heading out the door. Bridget stood in the hallway outside her door, watching Naomi stifle a yawn, concern wrinkling her forehead while she covered her mouth. “Should I call the police?”
Something told Bridget the police wouldn’t be able to do anything to stop this man. “No. He is all talk. I know his kind.”
She hoped her smile reassured Naomi. Her friend grunted, turning toward her apartment door.
Bridget can handle herself. She always has. Her thoughts rang through the hall clear enough that it was hard to accept that they weren’t spoken out loud.
Bridget waited until Naomi closed her door behind her before turning back to her apartment. Her heart pounded in her chest while she stared at the open door, light dancing beyond it from her candle. The man of her dreams was in there. And she meant that, literally.
Dreaming of Braze always made her wake up feeling more satisfied than any man in real life ever could. She’d go to bed early many nights in hopes of fucking him while she slept. Knowing he waited in her apartment, in the flesh, larger than life, made her entire body tingle with desire. The ache deep inside her grew to a desperate pain, a yearning that needed to be appeased soon or she just knew she would die.
Bridget took a cautious step toward her door, her legs feeling wobbly although something compelled her forward. She was drawn, pulled into her living room in spite of her pounding heart and frazzled nerves. Something drew her toward her bedroom, sucked her in like a powerful vacuum.
“He’s bringing me to him.” Whether she spoke out loud or just thought it, Bridget had no clue.
And her mind quit working altogether when she floated through her bedroom doorway—yes, floated—her feet brushing over her carpet. Braze stood in the middle of the room completely naked.
“Oh. Dear Lord.” She knew the moment she held her own weight, no longer carried by his powers. Her legs barely held her up.
“Woman. Come here.” Braze extended his hand to her, long corded muscles rippling under his skin when he reached forward.
Bridget opened her mouth to speak, say something, but her mind was mush, her mouth too dry, her heart pounding way too hard in her chest. Perfection didn’t come close to the man standing in front of her.
So muscular, so large, so perfectly hairy and well-sculpted. A dusting of soft brown hair covered protruding chest muscles. His shoulders were broad, nicely tanned skin covering his thick body. There were no blemishes anywhere, no scars or freckles. Absolute perfection.
Bridget glanced down, unable to keep herself from staring at the cock that extended toward her, eager and hungry. Her throat swelled shut and for a moment she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“That’s…too big.” She barely got the words out.
Braze chuckled, reaching for her. “You’ll beg for all of it once it’s inside you.”
He pulled her to him and as he did her clothes fell to the ground.
“Wait. What?” She felt like a babbling idiot, incapable of forming a complete sentence.
Fire burned through her while the cool air in her bedroom wrapped around her naked body. His grip on her arm sent sparks of desire exploding through her. So powerful yet he barely held her, calling her to him with some mystical ability that her body answered to without her knowledge.
“You can’t deny me,” he whispered, his words and the breath they came on torturing her senses, brushing over her skin, fueling the longing already ablaze within her. “Brigit.”
Again, the way he said her name, making her sound like some goddess, distracted her from fighting him. Or at least that was a good excuse.
Naked and in his arms, his rock-hard body touching her everywhere, warmth from him pouring over her, turned her into a liquid state. Scalding heat rushed through her while she collapsed against him, running her fingers over his smooth skin. Chest hair brushed against her palms, tickling her, while the heat and steady beat of his pumping heart pulsated through her.
“I don’t understand how you are here.” Too many questions got tangled in her tortured thoughts.
Distracted by the pressure growing in intensity deep inside her, she couldn’t make sense of anything.
“Remember, and you will understand,” he told her, reaching for her chin, running his fingers up her neck until he gripped her.
She dropped her head back, looking up at him, staring into the depths of desire that pooled in those gorgeous green orbs. Moisture seeped through her, cream soaking the sensitive lips between her legs.
“Remember what?” she asked, unsure at the moment that she even remembered her name.
The start of a smile formed, his lips curving up on one side while the gleam in his eyes danced at her.
Instead of answering, he kissed her, his lips hot and demanding when he pressed them against hers.
Holding her neck, pressing his fingers against her jaw, he held her in place, devouring her mouth. He was demanding, thorough, a master with his mouth. She wondered what else he was good at.
As if answering her thoughts, his cock danced between them, poking against the soft flesh of her stomach. Everything seemed to spin around her, the world disappearing except for Braze.
She was floating, the floor no longer underneath her. Terror should have seized her. Her practical side didn’t seem to be working at all though. Her pussy throbbed so hard, aching to experience that cock that was way too large, that she knew she would die if he didn’t fuck her soon. Nothing else mattered.
Braze broke off the kiss and began tracing a hot path with his tongue down her neck. Her eyes fluttered open, her body smoldering, crying out for relief.
“Braze.” Quickly she wrapped her arms around him, realizing that the floating sensation hadn’t been because she ached to be fucked.
They were several feet off the ground!
“What the—” She dug her nails into him while wrapping arms and legs around him.
No, she wasn’t dreaming, this was a flashback to the sixties! And she was born in the sixties!
“Relax, darling.” Braze ran his hands over her arms sending chills rushing through her.
They floated down until he lay on his back with Bridget relaxing on top of him, his cock thrusting furiously between them. She tried to slide to the side, allow him some comfort by giving that beast between them room to breathe.
Braze captured her with powerful arms, pinning her to him so all she could do was let her legs drape around him. The moisture boiled between her legs, so wet and so hot. She needed him so desperately she fought the urge to simply mount him right now.
Her fingers spread over the soft downy chest hair covering solid muscle. Her body pressed to his, the heat between them rising to dangerous levels.
She stared at him. “How the hell am I supposed to relax when you are fucking with my mind, with my body? Who the hell are you?”
“I am Braze. We are from Hedel and many centuries ago you and I became lifemates, partners, bonded. You dream of me because you long for me.” His relaxed drawl made it sound like he was discussing the weather, or patiently explaining something to a child.
But she was no child. And he wasn’t looking at her like one either. Long dark lashes fluttered over those sensual green eyes when he dropped his gaze to her breasts, which were pressed against that iron chest of his. Just the way he looked at her sent a flush of heat through her, her nipples already tortured against his chest hair.
“That makes no sense,” she murmured but didn’t have time to try and figure it out.
Braze lifted her, sliding her up his body. Multiple sensations rippled through her, leaving her breathless, stealing her ability to think. Hard, ribbed muscles rubbed against her body. Strong hands pressed into her while he lift
ed her. His long, thick shaft robbed her of her senses while it stroked her skin. Fire rushed through her. Her pussy swelled, aching, screaming for attention, thick cream coating her as she came from just the small movement.
“Holy shit!” she cried out when he latched on to one of her nipples, nibbling and toying with it with his tongue.
A low baritone chuckle vibrated through him while his large hands gripped her ribs, holding her in place.
Bridget straddled him, her moist cunt sliding along his torso while she pressed her hands into the pillows alongside his head. She swore lightning charged through her from her nipples straight to her pussy while he tortured one tender nub, then the other, with his hot wet mouth.
Her breasts were going to explode. In fact every inch of her tingled with such intense sensitivity that there was no way she would ever feel normal again. She was sure of it.
“I can’t stand this.” She had to be losing her mind. This man…this dream…this stranger…was torturing her with his tongue and she was loving it. “You have to stop now.”
And if he did stop, she would kill him.
Braze lifted her, his mouth tugging on her nipple, his teeth scraping over the sensitive flesh, before letting it go.
Bridget gasped, opening her eyes while cold air wrapped around her hardened nipples and she moved through the air like a feather.
“I cherish my life too much to stop.” He grinned, white teeth flashing while he moved into a sitting position.
This reading of her innermost thoughts was unnerving. And she would have told him as much. But he laid her down on the bed, her legs spread wide, still straddling him. His fingers stroked her inner thighs. It would be a struggle to get up, and besides, she wasn’t sure she could move at that moment if she wanted to. And her spread-open pussy was too soaked, and too close to getting attention for her to breathe, let alone consider moving.
She had obviously lost her mind! Never…never had she ever let a man toy with her the way Braze was right now. Sure, there had been dates. But she’d never been able to cross that sexual plane to become intimate with any man. The thought that he could stir a fire within her, and he was a complete stranger, made absolutely no sense.
Lust dripped from the intensity of his gaze while he stared down at her. “No other man better toy with you…ever.”
She groaned, closing her eyes, his fingers raking madness against her tender, oversensitive flesh.
“You need to quit doing that.” She could barely think, barely speak.
“Quit doing what?” His fingers moved dangerously close to her soaked pussy.
A shiver rushed through her. Her breath came in pants, thick cream parting the pulsating lips between her legs. “Torturing me.” She squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her wits about her. Damn it to hell! When would he fuck her? “No. No. That’s not it. Quit reading my mind.”
Suddenly his hands moved, brushing over her legs, grabbing her hips, lifting her, the air rushing over her cum-soaked pussy.
“It’s in my nature, my dear,” he whispered against her pussy when he lifted her to his mouth.
His tongue raked over her sensitive flesh, tasting her, dipping into her heat, soothing and torturing at the same time.
“Dear God!” Bridget arched her back, crying out while she stretched, her head falling off the end of the bed.
Blood rushed through her, making her dizzy, everything once again seeming to float around her.
Braze showed no mercy, devouring her pussy like a starved man. He lapped at her cream, devoured her swollen hole, ran his tongue over her sensitive flesh from her hungry clit to her ass, not missing anything.
She would die. There was no doubt about it. He would send her over the edge with his meticulous attention and she would be lost, unable to come back. Her body screamed for satisfaction but there was no way she could form a word to demand appeasement.
“Your cum is so good,” he breathed into her heat. “Keep coming for me, baby. That’s it. Soak my face.”
His mouth moving against her inflamed cunt drove her mad while he continued to suck, lick, run his soft tongue and firm jaw over her.
“I can’t…” She could hardly speak. “…take it anymore.”
“Give me more,” he demanded, showing no mercy.
The prick. The bastard. She wanted him so bad. And he’d done a damn good job of reading her mind so far. Why did he continue to torture her?
Bridget tossed her head from side to side, her long hair falling past her over the side of the bed. He held her legs firmly apart, making a meal of her. His tongue thrust deep inside of her, making her want his cock even more. She’d had about all she could take.
“Give me more,” she cried out, thrusting her pelvis into his face wishing she could drive his cock into her. “Fuck me now, damn it!”
Suddenly her ass fell to the bed, his body moving from underneath her while she felt herself lifted once again. Braze pulled her toward him, allowing the blood to rush from her head, making her dizzy and mad with anticipation.
Opening her eyes, allowing a moment for her vision to clear, she fought to focus while her pussy throbbed, soaked and hovered on the verge of exploding.
And then he was over her. Dark green eyes burned with passion matching the overwhelming craving that tore at her. She glanced down at his swollen cock, hard and alert, extended toward her while he adjusted himself between her legs. He looked down for only a moment, wrapping his large hand around his shaft, barely covering half of it while he moved to press the swollen head against her pussy.
His gaze met hers seconds before he thrust deep inside her. Sinking, drowning, pressing deeper and deeper. He filled her with that massive cock.
“Hedel be damned,” he cried out.
He knew the elders hadn’t wanted him to approach her for this very reason. Once again, he would claim her before they could get their hands on her. They would never sink into her powers the way he did now.
Pulling out, he drove even further inside her, the pressure going beyond any point she’d ever experienced before when she had masturbated, trying desperately to reach an ache that he soothed within seconds.
She couldn’t hold on. There was no way she could let go. Her world was spinning, falling, going insane. Braze pounded her pussy without mercy. He took more from her than she thought she had to give. And still he pounded. Plummeted. Rushing in and out of her.
Fire. Friction. Soaring humidity. Bridget dug into his flesh, feeling one with him. He needed her. He’d dreamed of this. He cried and laughed over their joining. His thoughts filled her. They saturated her with every driving thrust.
Braze. Her man. Her god. The other half of her whole.
Everything made sense now.
Chapter Six
Bridget breathed easily, the contented sound of one fast asleep. Braze knew his time would be limited. When Bridget woke up, he had all the faith that some of her memory would have returned. And with her memory would come more of her powers.
One long strand of silky brown hair curled invitingly along the slender curve of Bridget’s neck. She slept on her side, the blankets unable to hide her narrow hips and the enticing valley to her firm stomach. Long slender legs intertwined with his own under the covers, the warmth of her body seeping through him.
The softness of her skin brushing against his, the feel of her breasts as they pressed against his side, everything about her—he wanted her more now than he had when he first saw her.
But while she slept there was work to be done. Ignoring the slow ache that worked its way through his body to his cock, he lifted his soul from the shell of his human body. He needed to know how much time he had.
He allowed his soul to spread through the walls of Bridget’s apartment, refusing to leave her completely. Her powers were awakening, reviving, and she would be at her most vulnerable now. No one would get near her. No one would influence her. She was his, and he would see to her protection.
Braze reach
ed forward and backwards through time, across the surface of Earth, and beyond through the solar system and further through the galaxy. Only moments passed before he got a response.
“Why do you seek out the elders?” Abra, one of the oldest of the ancients, drifted forward, his voice reaching across time and space.
Braze guessed the others were too nervous to respond. United, Bridget and Braze would be invincible.
“You know I have found my lifemate, re-secured the bond.” Braze wondered why only one elder approached him. “The coven of Hedel will acknowledge her again.”
“Brigit doesn’t even remember her heritage. She is no longer one of us.” Abra sounded bored but the amusement of the other elders drifted into the conversation.
“If she doesn’t interest you then why do I have everyone’s attention?” Braze wouldn’t allow them to eavesdrop. “Stand forward and acknowledge yourselves.”
“And now young Braze is in charge?” one of the other ancients asked, laughter rippling through her words. “Would you have us kneel at your feet too?”
“Do not pretend to be unimpressed with the finding of Brigit.” He wouldn’t allow their games.
Braze took a moment to make sure Bridget continued to sleep soundly, her apartment quiet and secure. His heart did a double beat at the sight of her beauty, peaceful and unaware of the incredible danger surrounding her. He almost wished he could just keep her to himself, not let the elders know he was with her.
But that was the coward’s way. The elders acted indifferent, unconcerned about her presence, commenting that she had lost her powers. They were all liars.
“I know you have been searching for her, combing the galaxies, struggling to learn where she had gone.” Braze sensed the elders closing in. He had all of their attention now.
“Don’t you dare raise your voice to us.” Abra came through strong and clear, the others giving away to his authority. “Why would we search for a dead elder? Not to mention she never was acknowledged as an elder. Brigit is nothing to us.”
“You forget, Abra,” Braze told him. “I am an elder too. The coven of Hedel is as much me as it is you, any of you.”
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