Dream Eater, page 24
“And you’ve always loved it.” I slipped her panties off and ran my hands beneath her ass so I could grip her cheeks. “Naughty girl.”
She giggled until I sucked her clit into my mouth and it was replaced with a loud groan. She threw her head back as her hands trailed up her stomach towards her breasts. She grasped one in each hand and squeezed gently as I worked her aggressively.
Minutes later, just when her body had gone stiff and I could tell she was about to come, she pulled away and said, “Wait!”
“What is it?” I dug my fingers into her ass, not wanting her to stop me.
She watched for a moment as she weighed a decision. Once it was made, she crawled towards me, and since I understood the message, I sat up.
She tugged on my jeans and, without pulling them and my boxer briefs any further than the middle of my thighs, she straddled me.
“But you said—” She silenced me with a quick kiss before she adjusted herself enough to grab my dick and guide it to her entrance.
“I love you, Wren.” Her eyes imparted her sincerity, her lids slowly closing as she lowered herself onto me. “That’s all that matters right now.”
“Oh, fuck.” I wrapped my arms around her torso as she began to move her hips furiously, chasing the orgasm she’d let get away.
“I love you...”
As she pumped my cock for all it was worth, taking from my body everything I wanted to give, her words echoed in my mind.
“Oh,” she breathed against my mouth as her hips began to slow. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she leaned on me for support.
“You’re so beautiful.” I kissed her arm and gripped her ass as I also neared orgasm.
“Yes,” she cried out, jolting in my arms. Her hips swiveled around and side to side slowly, and I came with her.
Being with her—though I only had two times to go off of—was unlike anything I had experienced. It was euphoric, cosmic, and supernatural. It was everything. It wasn’t just sex; it was something more.
As she brought her face to mine, her words sprang to the forefront of my mind again. As if she knew what I was thinking, she said, “I love you, Wren Everly.”
With my cock still inside her and her warm, sticky skin pressed against mine, I was a little hard pressed to formulate a coherent response.
“You don’t have to say it if you’re not ready.” She clung to me as her eyes glimmered with unshed tears. “Just know that I do. I changed for you, and I’m willing to do whatever else it takes to convince you that I’m not walking away this time.”
“You threatened to sleep with someone else for sexual energy.”
“Bad joke.” She laughed as she slowly slid off me. “I’ll starve before I do that.”
“See that you do,” I teased, making a joke out of something that wasn’t at all funny. The thought of her sitting on another man’s dick made me want to break something.
“Anything else, master?” A blush bloomed across her cheeks. “I’m yours; do what you please with me.”
Mine? That’s right. She has always been mine.
When faced with the possibility of actually having her, when she’d said that she would have my heart, I had backed away. But despite my tough talk and insistence that I would keep my heart from her, I was crumbling quickly. Taking a step back had gotten me nowhere.
The truth was, she hadn’t just broken my heart in the past: she had also taken it with her. Time had proven that in her hands was where my heart would always be. But it was safer if she didn’t know as much, for it gave her too much power over me.
“If you’re mine, don’t feed from anyone else.” Prove to me that you’ve chosen me. Keep proving me wrong.
“What about plain old sex. Can I have that with others?” She yelped when I grabbed her and pulled her back into my lap.
“While we’re sleeping together, you’re not to sleep with others.”
“Oh.” She nodded at my rule. “So, only once we stop.”
“Well,” I began, but her knowing look stopped me in my tracks. “Fine. We both know that’s not going to happen.”
“Hmm.” She traced my lips with the tip of her finger. “So, we’re friends with benefits indefinitely?”
“Uh, no. Forever.” I made absolutely no bloody sense!
“It’s an unusual arrangement, but I’ll agree to your terms.” She wrapped her arms around my neck. “But I have a request of my own.”
“That’s not fair. You chose a rule at the airport and I’m just now claiming mine.”
“You can have one more too.” She smiled sweetly.
“Fine.”
“You’ll not touch another woman or even dare think about one.” The light in her eyes flared.
“I don’t want any other women.” I sighed and closed my mouth before I said anything else I would regret.
Tipping her head to the side, she said, “Interesting. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you love me still.”
“Love? Never heard of the word.” I tossed her off me and she laughed as she hit the mattress.
“It’s the one I just said to you several times as I seduced you. Maybe you didn’t notice?”
“Seduced me?” I gave her a look of disbelief. “It is I who seduced you! I’ve been working at the very thing for a few weeks now. And in the past, I spent years doing it!”
She leaned back on her elbows and said, “I initiated this.”
“That doesn’t matter, darling. I didn’t need to be seduced. I would’ve bent you over my desk the first day you walked into my office had you asked for it.”
“So, what I’m hearing is that you’re incapable of denying me.” Not the way I would word it, but I supposed she wasn’t wrong. But why should I deny her sex? It was a mutually beneficial act.
“Perhaps.”
With a languid look in her eyes, she spread her milky thighs in invitation. “Well?”
More concerned with her pose and the air of confidence she had about her, I laid our petty argument to rest and went to her.
An hour later she asked, “Where are you going?”
“Home.” Not that I wanted to, but if I stayed, I feared my heart would keep doing the talking.
“Don’t leave me.” She grabbed my hand once my shirt was over my head. “I don’t wish to be alone. Sometimes I hear things I never used to, and it scares me.”
I inwardly groaned at her confession. She knew damn well I was a sucker for her wishes when she was distressed. She knew it so well she had often played the damsel in distress just to get her way.
“What were you expecting after becoming a supernatural?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t know what to expect, but I certainly wouldn’t have guessed that I would be able to hear evil. Mara took me to see someone whose soul is tainted. Screams, agony, hate, and evil permeated the air and shifted something inside me in a way I will never forget. Reality hit me hard. Evil exists in people, places, and even inanimate objects, and it’s terrifying.”
“I understand this is difficult for you, but these things have always existed. You’re not any less safe because you are aware of them; you’re safer. You will know when they are near, and you can and should avoid them.”
“That’s what Mara said. She explained to me that you two help pinpoint dark souls for Zazel, and that when darkness is in humans, it’s not much of a threat to supernaturals since we are stronger than them.”
“And you know I will always protect you, right?”
Smiling, she nodded. Her genuine confidence in my ability to do so rocked me to the core. She hadn’t trusted me to protect her before, so it meant a lot to me that she did now.
I’ve nearly lost this battle.
“I have full confidence in your ability to adjust to this life,” I said. “However, I still cannot believe you just up and decided to change your very nature within a week of finding out any of this exists.”
“I never thought it didn’t exist, though, so that helped me cope and decide to do this.” She tugged on my shirt and I stepped closer to her.
She tugged on it again, looking every bit the shy woman I knew she still was despite how she had acted. Something beyond the change in her nature had prompted her boldness, and that something was me. It thrilled me that this time around, she found within herself the courage and confidence to go for what she wanted.
But would she keep it up?
“Don’t be mad at me for this.” She tipped her face up and looked pointedly at my mouth. “I did it because I want to be with you forever.”
Unable to resist, I bent down and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips.
She grabbed a fistful of my shirt and tugged me back when I tried to straighten my body. But rather than let her pull me down, I grabbed a handful of her hair and tipped her head back.
“I told you that I’m leaving.” I pressed another kiss to her pouty lips, this one harsh and needy, and pulled away. “I’ll see you soon.”
“Fine.” She threw herself back on the bed. “I love you.”
“So you keep saying.” I turned away from her and my chest grew tight. She was saying everything I had wanted to hear. She was giving herself over just as I had dreamed she would for over a century.
It was enough to make me weep, give me hope, and terrify me.
***
“Why the hell did you change her?” I felt zero sympathy when Mara shot out of bed with her fists raised. “Really? You’re a witch and your first defensive move involves your tiny fists?”
Dropping her arms at her sides, she shot me a dirty look. “You’re lucky I’m fully dressed.”
I noted that she was wearing a t-shirt that went past her knees. “Indeed.”
When she looked at the time on her phone, she swung around and hurled a tiny ball of blue light at me, which pegged me in the forehead. “It’s four in the morning!”
“Why was that so small?” Rubbing the spot—which felt like popcorn had hit it—I frowned. “I could have thwarted that with a mere flick of my finger had I known it was coming.”
“My balls may be small, but I still have the element of surprise!” She twirled around in a circle dramatically, as if she were a shinobi in an anime, and tossed another at me that I stopped with the palm of my hand.
“Are you quite done?” I laughed. “I’m not here to get beat up by your tiny balls.”
“I don’t know.” She shot several more at me, and I closed my eyes and let them all hit my face and bounce off. “Are you ever going to wake me up from my beauty sleep again with some petty nonsense about the woman you love making a choice to prove something to you?”
“I can’t imagine that a situation like this would arise twice, so no.”
With a heavy sigh, she sat on her bed and crossed her arms over her chest. “You annoy me.”
“I know.” Eyeing her vanity stool, I made my way to it and sat down. “But you annoy me just as much. Mara, you’ve cursed Lily to a life of feeding off sexual energy.”
“So give her sexual energy!” She threw her hands up. “It’s not rocket science. But I can draw up a diagram if you need it.”
“Funny,” I drawled. “I’ve already done as much. I fed her well tonight, in more ways than one, and without your direction.”
“You had sex? Tonight? She wasn’t kidding when she said she didn’t think she’d last holding out on it.”
Shrugging, I tried to contain the self-satisfying smile that threatened to form.
“Oh, please. Get over yourself. You can’t resist her, either.”
“Don’t distract me from the point I’m trying to make. You changed her!”
“She begged me to.” She looked at me like I was clueless. “Don’t you see? She’s desperate to prove herself to you, so desperate that she disregarded her human life and any sense of normalcy she might have had after remembering how much she loves you. It only took her two days to decide!”
“How is it she got awakened and loves me just like that, enough to do something so reckless?”
“Her soul had likely stirred her heart the moment she laid eyes on you in this life. Stop being annoying and questioning everything. She remembers what you shared and she’s not at all crushed like you wanted her to be. She’s too determined to have you to fall into despair, but that could change. And that’s why she wanted to move full speed ahead. She’s afraid of losing herself and you as a result.”
“This seemed like a good enough reason to curse her?”
“Yes, it did.” She charged over to me and grabbed my arm. Tugging me up, she proceeded to push me towards her door. “I did it for true love.”
I snorted as I let her propel me to her front door.
“I’ll ignore that and you barging in here because I know this is hard on you,” she said.
Once I was in the hallway, I turned towards her. “It is.”
Her face softened. “All I can say is don’t make the same mistake she did.”
Chapter 24
Lily
When I’d said I was a new woman, I wasn’t lying. It’s just that I was still battling with my confidence, and it was a daily struggle to force myself out of my comfort zone. But the difference was in my efforts.
During moments I was struck with fear and hesitation, I fought my way through it. I couldn’t run away from everything when I knew the consequences of doing so because of my first life. Refusing to repeat the past, I marched forward.
Being awakened and turned into a supernatural gave me a new lease on life that I was determined to own. When you realized just how big the world and the possibilities were, it could make you feel even smaller. But I decided to look at it differently than I had before, because those possibilities were also mine for the taking.
And so was Wren… Actually, he was already mine, even if he still refused to admit it. Ever since we’d slept together, he’d kept coming back for more. He saw me every night, called and texted me constantly, took me out to dinner, taught me things about the supernatural world, and did about everything a man would for the woman he loved…except tell her how he felt.
But I didn’t let it get to me. I was satisfied with the way he loved me through his actions. All that was left were three little words, and I supposed we still had things we needed to talk about. But all in due time.
Like a pro, I walked out of my apartment in three-inch heels and made my way over to Wren. I was surprised to see him, because I was going out with Mara for a girls’ night.
“Hell, no.” He pushed off his car and folded his arms across his chest.
“Does it look ugly?” I looked down at my black crop top, which I’d paired with a black skirt…until I realized his gaze was on my legs. “Oh. It’s a bit short, isn’t it?”
“A bit?” He sighed and walked around me.
“What’s the matter?” I asked, my tone dripping with honey. He had once expressed vehemently that he loved my legs, so I had no doubt about where his mind was.
He put his hands on my hips and his mouth against my ear. “I’m tempted to push you against my car, pull up this sorry excuse for a skirt over your ass, and have my way with you.”
“Is that so?” Bending slightly, I pressed my ass against him and leaned my head back on his chest. On the outside, I looked like a confident seductress, but on the inside, I was shocked by my continued brash behavior.
“Indeed. You look absolutely delicious, vixen. I can hardly resist you.” He held me to him when I laughed and tried to move away. “It’s funny how you deny me while serving yourself up as nothing short of a delectable dish. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”
Shaking the lust, I willed myself to calm down. “But you’re mistaken in thinking I’ve presented myself in such a way for you. You’re not supposed to be here right now, and I had no idea I would see you tonight.”
“True.” His expression darkened. “So, for whom are you dressed?”
Turning, I placed a lingering kiss on his mouth and said, “Myself.”
“I like to hear that. But naturally, it makes me curious about what other things you wear for yourself.” He pressed a few kisses to my neck. “Alone in your bedroom, between your soft sheets, as thoughts of what I do to your body dance through your mind.”
Thankfully, it was late and no one was around, because we were putting on quite the show. “Considering you’re always in my bed doing wicked things to me, there’s hardly any time for me to be in it wishing you were there.”
He laughed and nuzzled my ear, making me giggle.
“Is this how it’s going to be from now on? You putting your hands all over her in public?” Mara asked, popping a cherry sucker between her burgundy-painted lips.
“This is the first time you’ve seen me do it, and you’re already giving me shit for it?” he asked.
She shrugged.
“Well, then to answer your question: Yes, I will have my hands on her every moment she allows me to.”
“Hmm.” She pulled the sucker out and it made a loud popping noise. “You’ve told her you love her, then?” She knew he hadn’t, and it was pissing her off more than me. “Because if you haven’t, that’s awfully possessive of you.”
“Why would I do that?” He cleared his throat and a look of guilt passed over his features when I glanced at him. “I’m sorry. Not to say you are unlovable or anything.”
Rolling my eyes, I pulled away from him.
“Why would you tell her you love her?” Mara shuffled towards her car, her cloth purse—which was wrapped around her forearm—grazing the pavement as she went. “Maybe because you do, and it’s pointless to act like you’re going to be nothing more than lovers. But what do I know? I’m just a dumb witch.”
“Is she okay?” he asked rather than addressing what she’d said.
“These days, I’m not so sure anymore.” I made my way to her car, and after I slid inside, I rolled down my window so I could hear both of them.
“I didn’t bring her to you so you could needlessly keep up this idiocy.” Mara leaned against the roof of her car, so I could only see her from the waist down. “It’s just a word, Wren. You just need to forgive her, admit how you feel, and allow yourself to be vulnerable again.”
