Firewalkers: Dreamer

by Shiloh Walker

  She understood that. Her mind was full to bursting with what she had gleaned from his mind as he touched her, information that she couldn’t make sense of.

  His head was lowering.

  He was going to kiss her.

  Oh, damn.

  Her muscles turned to water when his lips, warm and soft, pressed against hers, chastely at first, then more firmly, as he used his hands to arch her head and neck. She opened her mouth and felt heat pool in her belly, spill through her veins as his tongue thrust past her lips and teeth to taste her. One hand slid through her thick hair, holding her tight while the other slid down her body and brought her flush against him.

  His body was hard and solid and real. She really wasn’t dreaming this. Or dreaming it. It was real. He was real. He wedged one thigh between hers, wrapping one thick forearm around her waist while a deep, rough growl rippled out of his chest.

  The sound made her wet. She started to rock against him, riding his thigh hungrily. The thin barrier of her panties against the slick material of his black pants made it easy. She shuddered when both hands suddenly clamped on her hips and started to drag her back and forth, angling her body so that her clit was given the royal treatment with each stroke against his solid, muscled thigh.

  His mouth ate at hers, she felt a sharp, fleeting pain, and tasted blood.

  Then, suddenly, she was standing there, on shaking legs, her head spinning from being moved so fast and he was ten feet away, panting and staring at her with eyes that glowed. She felt blood rush to her head, felt the slow throb of need as it pulsed through her loins and a hungry whimpering died in her throat.

  “I beg your pardon,” he said slowly. The words were slow, obviously foreign. His accent was beyond bizarre, like nothing she had ever heard, but his words were unmistakably English.

  * * * * *

  Mate.

  Every instinct in his body cried it, but Jax just stared at the slim, small woman who stared back at him, her eyes cloudy and hazed with hunger, her soft mouth kiss-swollen. He had damn near done the unforgivable and fed without permission.

  It was the one crime he knew Morain’s ancestors had been right to ban. But he had never wanted to sink his fangs into a tender, warm neck so badly.

  It mattered little that he was no longer in his world.

  Or even in his own galaxy.

  He suspected some odd magic was at work. Even on other worlds, the sun was death to his kind. It produced a rise in the chemical that regulated his body functions, the one that slowed metabolism, and forced his body into a near coma state, even when he was hidden away from its direct rays. The law of natural selection at its finest—it forced him to sleep, leaving him vulnerable.

  And the rays were deadly, able to slowly burn his body to ash, yet he stood here, in the glare of the sun and felt…fine.

  He was in some other time or dimension. How or why, he didn’t know. But nothing gave him the right to take without permission. Especially considering he suspected this woman was how he had come to be here. And if that was so, then he owed her his life.

  Mate, the animal inside him insisted. Feed. Mark. Breed. Jax shoved it aside and down, taking a deep breath, scenting the clean grass, smelling the sunshine, and her. “I beg your pardon,” he said slowly, forcing the unfamiliar words past his fangs and his tight throat. All he wanted to do was go to her, wrap her long golden hair around his hand, expose her neck and feed as he drove his cock inside her slim body.

  She reached up, touched her lip, the cut that sullenly oozed blood and stared at him. “Damn,” she whispered. Then she squinted up at the sun, before looking back at him. His fangs were unmistakable and he could see the knowledge, the recognition in her eyes. So his kind weren’t unheard of here, wherever here was. He caught flashes from her mind, men in capes, castles in dark mountains, her own yearnings, and oddly, pictures of them, him together with her.

  “The sun…?”

  “Your sun apparently cannot hurt me,” he said, closing his hands into loose fists. “I am not…from here. I know not how I came to this…Earth?” he asked, searching the knowledge of her language. “Where I am from, the twin suns are deadly, and I have always feared them. I thought, when I opened my eyes, death was there.”

  She smiled, and it was lovely. It bloomed and made her face sparkle and glow. “That’s good news, then, I’d think.”

  He gave a half-smile in return, still uncertain of her reaction to his small sip of her blood. Glancing at the golden sun, he said, “Good news? Yes. Yes. Good. Always, have I wanted to see the sun. It is a wonderful sight.” He forced his eyes back to her face, and swallowed. He had suffered too many humiliations of late, and his pride was bruised. “I meant no harm, nor disrespect, when I kissed you.”

  Her smile grew, and a dimple flirted around her mouth. There was also a tiny little mole right beside her right eye. Jax felt his heart squeeze tight. She was adorable, truly. “I took none. I’m kinda sorry you stopped,” she drawled, moving a step or two in his direction.

  “I…ah, my kind—where we are from—my kind are governed strictly. We are treated as little more than slaves and we are feared. We cannot feed or touch without permission,” he said, speaking more and more rapidly as she moved closer. She smelled warm and sweet.

  She stopped and cocked her head, and he felt the light touch of her as she studied him. Reaching out with her own gift she took more of him into her, feeling the frustration that ate at him. He was forced to be other than what he was, to act like a weaker being, to let others control him because they feared his kind, seeing bits and pieces of his life, she read him.

  Then a sad little smile curved her mouth. “Then we have a lot in common, I think.” She brushed her hair back and said, “My name is Caris Montgomery. And I’d really like to know how you can speak English. A few minutes ago, I would have sworn you didn’t know how.”

  “Caris. That’s…lovely. I am Jax Regale.” He dared to reach out and touch her forehead and she didn’t seem to mind. The bands around his gut loosened and he wondered at it. Was he truly free here? “I’m psy. I believe you call it psychic here and you have a similar gift yourself. I can take any person’s language with a touch, knowing enough to converse in the tongue. I do not know all that you know, but I know enough,” he told her.

  “A neat trick,” she mused. “None of my friends can do that. It would be handy.” She caught his hand before he could pull away and brought it back to her face.

  Jax groaned as she stepped up to him and pressed her mouth to his, this time driving her tongue into his mouth, and sliding her arms around his waist, as she whispered into his mind, I have been waiting for you for years.

  Chapter Four

  Caris felt his hands go under her bottom and he boosted her up, carrying her to the house, unerringly. Once there, she reached behind her without taking her mouth from his and opened the door. He stumbled inside, kicking the door closed and pulling his mouth from hers.

  She stared at his profile while he looked around, searching. The sharp tips of his fangs had descended to just past his lower lip and he kept his mouth open and his lips parted as he sucked air in rapidly. His skin was golden, warm-looking, his eyes blue. Under the glistening black material of his short, rather military looking jacket, his shoulders were wide, his torso and waist slim but muscled. She had her legs locked firmly around his waist, so she knew pretty well how it felt. Silken skeins of hair flowed past his shoulders halfway down his back, deep chestnut brown, threaded through with streaks of pure, dark red. His skin gleamed a mellow gold and was like silk over steel under her hands.

  “Where?” he groaned in frustration, turning his gaze back to her. “And what am I allowed?”

  Allowed? She forced herself to keep her shields up, so he wouldn’t feel the streak of pity. This was a dominant creature, and he had been forced into near slavery because he was feared for his strength. He had been treated even worse than the Firewalkers had, she mused. At least they didn’t hav
e to worry about begging permission to eat and drink…they may have to hide in plain sight for that right, but they could do it. Cupping his face, she kissed him, sucking his tongue into her mouth. She delicately touched her tongue to his fangs and shuddered.

  He was real…

  He tore his mouth from her and went to her ear, biting down gently and growling, “Yes, I am real and if you do not intend to allow this, then I have to stop now before I lose myself.”

  “I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” she whispered. “Why wouldn’t I allow it? But I don’t like that word—it doesn’t suit you. If I didn’t want this, would I be here?” She wiggled her butt to emphasize and he groaned. “If it’s permission you feel you need, then it’s granted, as long as whatever you have planned doesn’t involve pain. Well, lots of pain.” She gave him a cheeky smile and said, “A little pain is okay.”

  Jax stared at her, vaguely dumbfounded.

  With a sigh, she wriggled out of his tight grasp and pulled her shirt over her head. All she wore under it was a green lacy thong and a golden Celtic knot. It was a marker of sorts, among the Firewalkers. “I think we need to talk, but right now, I want to finish what we started outside. Including feeding,” she said, reaching up slowly, waiting to see how he reacted, as she touched her finger to one of his fangs. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming you…”

  The same deep rumbling growl escaped him and he lunged, taking her to the floor, rolling so that she landed on him when they fell. Then she was rolled and pinned under his weight as he moved onto her lightning quick. His mouth was everywhere, and his big, wide hands moved over her like a branding iron, plucking her nipples, gripping her hips, stroking her clit before two fingers delved deeply inside her aching cleft.

  His mouth followed and it was like her dream. She screamed as he finger-fucked her to climax just as he bit down at the crease between groin and thigh, his big body shaking as her blood flowed into him. He continued to work his fingers inside her tight, slippery sheath as he sucked and fed ravenously, and she whimpered as another climax built.

  Each draw of his mouth on her flesh throbbed in her clit, teasing, tantalizing, pushing her closer and closer to the edge as he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight, narrow, passage.

  A second orgasm started to hover over her, a sweet, seductive promise that drew her body tighter and tighter as she lifted her hips to his hand.

  Just as she was reaching it, he pulled his mouth from her thigh, placed a thumb over the tiny puncture wound and caught her clit in his mouth, feasting hungrily. Her hands slid down and buried in his hair, the coppery brown strands twining over her fingers as she rocked up against him, shuddering and pleading. He stabbed at her with his tongue and shifted so he could stare up the length of her body at her.

  Divine. You taste like fine wine, sweet sex, like heaven. Come, now, and let me taste that, he purred into her mind. He had taken his fingers from her body to cover and seal the wound from his feeding, but shifted now, replaced them with his other hand, working two fingers deep inside. You like this, yes? What is the word in your tongue…fucking, yes, I could happily do this all day, feeding on your sweet cream, and fucking your tiny little channel with my fingers.

  With a scream, she came, sobbing as she rocked up against his mouth, against his hand. “Jax,” she whispered, pulling at him.

  He laughed against her flesh and pulled away. “Maybe no,” he said, the words falling from his mouth awkwardly from the unfamiliar tongue and his lust. “Sweet, so sweet you are.” He shed his clothes while kneeling between her thighs, staring at her, at the plump folds of her sex, at the already healing bite mark, as he struggled out of the formfitting black jacket. His long fingers found some hidden tab on the trousers, opened it, and Caris gasped as his cock sprang free, thick and long with a ruddy tip, nestled in a thatch of dark coppery hair.

  His body was lean, corded with muscle, hard and perfect. Caris watched him hungrily as he shoved his pants down just past his slim hips and covered her, taking her mouth hungrily. His fangs had pulled back a bit and he slanted his mouth so that they did little more than press against her as he kissed her, sucking her tongue into his mouth, biting down greedily as he probed at her wet cleft. I want to feel all of you, he whispered hungrily into her mind. You have strong mental blocks and I know not why.

  Caris tunneled her fingers through his hair, hesitantly dropping the shields as he caught one thigh in his hand, held her behind the knee and brought it up over his hip. Her breath caught on a sob as he pierced her and drove in, filling her tight sheath, stretching her wet tissues, until she thought she would burst.

  Jax murmured softly against her mouth, foreign exotic words, while one hand stroked her hair. Rolling his weight to one side, he reached down and found her clit, rolling it gently, then more quickly as he kissed his way down her chin to the curve of her neck and shoulder. There he nipped her, light and quick, not even breaking the surface, and when her eyes opened wide, and her back arched with shock at the sudden sharp pain, he pulled out and drove his thick cock completely in.

  Caris whimpered and sobbed, writhing under him. He caught her thrashing head in his hands and kissed her roughly, hungrily, greedily, thrusting his tongue deep inside her mouth. Forcing her mouth as wide open as he could, taking as much of her taste as he could gather, he held still, waiting for her snug, tight sheath to accommodate him. She was silky, wet, creamy. Her hands curled into his biceps, clenching convulsively, while she whimpered deep in her throat. The solid, sturdy shields she had around her soul, her mind were dissolving and Jax could feel his soul sinking into hers as his cock nestled into her sweet little pussy.

  The head of his cock pulsed inside her, vibrated against her G-spot and Caris sobbed against his mouth, twining her legs around his waist and rubbing against him hungrily. He pulled away, half laughing, half groaning as he started to ride her, one big hand cupping her hip, her ass, the other flat beside her head, holding his big, heavy body off of her as they stared into each other’s eyes.

  “Jax—oh, please, there, oh!” she wailed when he twisted his hips a certain way, rubbing right against her clit with the downstroke.

  “Do not close your eyes, Caris,” he whispered gruffly. “I want to see you.” Her lids lifted slowly, sleepily and she stared back up him, a whimper falling from her lips as he pulled out and worked back in, forced to fight the gradual resistance of her wet, tight sheath as she clenched around him in climax. “Such a sweet thing you are…”

  “More,” she pleaded, reaching up and wrapping her arms around his neck. “Please, more. I’ve been waiting for you for so long.”

  Jax groaned and crushed his mouth to hers, taking her slim hips in his big hands, pounding into her, forcing himself to some restraint, but shuddering at the tight, sweet grip of her pussy on his cock, flicking his thumb over her swollen clit as he drove back inside.

  That silky wet pussy closed over him and he growled hungrily, pulling out and sinking back again, and again, shuddering each time she enveloped him, hot, hungry, like a greedy fist.

  Her legs clamped strongly around his waist, and she started to come, a slow, gradual storm that built and built, until her shuddering rhythmic milking had him bellowing and driving into her like a wild thing. It wasn’t until it was too late that he realized he was coming inside her, filling her tight receptive body with his sperm. When he tried to pull out, she locked her arms around him, recognizing the intention if not the reason, and kissed him hungrily as she rubbed her pelvis against his, so that he felt the hard little swell of her clit. He swore and gave up, flooding her with his seed and reveling in the freedom to do so.

  Long moments passed before his mind was clear enough to think. Lying with his head on her breasts, Jax’s mind chased itself in wearying circles, the who, the what, and the how started to build.

  Not right now, he muttered to himself. Just for a while, let me take this in.

  * * * * *

  Caris felt the
tight swell of power in the air only moments before Sage was there. She sat up slowly, drawing the sheet up, as she kept a hand on Jax’s chest. Sage and she were off and on lovers, more off than on lately, but he was her friend, and he cared about her. He might not react well to seeing another man in her bed, not out of jealousy, but more out of the need to protect.

  Sage tended to take protecting her rather seriously.

  The teleporter exploded into the room with a burst of light, going from wherever he had been causing trouble to causing trouble here. Lucky me, Caris thought.

  Jax’s body tensed as he sensed the chaos in her mind, as he sensed the swelling of power in the room, and she pressed her fingers into his arm and whispered, “It’s all right. He’s a friend.”

  And then Sage was there, his hair caught in a stubby black tail, his fox-like, elegant face shadowed by a day’s growth of beard. He had large widely-spaced hazel eyes that flicked from Caris to Jax and back to Caris. High cheekbones, a pointed chin, every feature on his face sharp and defined, the skin gleaming a mellow gold. His body was long and lean, deadly, capable of moving with a nearly blinding speed.

  Right now, his eyes were narrowed as he settled back against the door and hooked his thumbs in the loops of his worn jeans.

  Jax’s heart was racing and she could feel his shock. Wherever he was from, teleporters weren’t something he was familiar with, she decided. It wasn’t a common thing here, but she suspected he was covering a very serious shock.

  “Look at what we have here,” Sage murmured, shaking his head. He cocked a brow at Caris and said, “You going for the prettier ones now?”

  She smiled sunnily and said, “Sorry, babe. I can’t handle you not shaving. You’re going to peel the skin from me one of these days.”

  “Ouch,” he said mildly, rubbing a thumb over his chin. “Sorry to interrupt. We have a problem. You’re needed. Tell lover-boy buh-bye for now, Sugar. We got to roll.”