The problem with sleep, even after drinking enough alcohol to down a ship, was the dreams I’d had since my eighteenth birthday. This night was no exception. I opened my eyes in a bedroom I’d visited many times. The walls were covered in red brocade with gold embroidery. The huge bed took up the majority of space. The bed’s cover had the opposite pattern from the walls with red on gold. I wouldn’t have decorated any room this way, but I hadn’t lived in the eighteen century or earlier. The bedroom reminded me of one of the historical novels I’d read years before.
Naked, I sat down on the bed. Sometimes I wore sexy lingerie but not tonight. My mystery man wanted me without clothing and I never argued in my dreams. Not that I knew it was a dream while I was in that strange room. I lay down and positioned my body seductively.
The man stepped toward me. He was dressed in tight formfitting black pants and a white shirt with long sleeves that flared at the wrists. On some men the shirt might appear feminine but on him, his masculinity was all I noticed. I couldn’t see the tight ropes of muscle right now, but his onyx eyes, so dark they were pools of endless promise, let me know I would. Black hair fell to his shoulders. His face was equal parts precision and art. His jawline cut with sharp edges that blended into perfection. His flawless skin that I would soon have beneath me was lickable and I knew this because I’d licked every inch.
Nothing took away from his deadly persona. I was good with my sword, but this man would be lethal. Each of his movements was choreographed and I’d never doubted his ability to kill. It was written in every line of his body. He was a warrior like my father but definitely fiercer.
He gave me a smile that sent shivers across my flesh. He stripped off his shirt and my tongue circled my lips. Next came his pants. The striptease stopped my breath. I inhaled deeply when he moved over me and kissed my throat before his long exploration downward. When he kissed one hip, my thighs clenched. He murmured against my flesh and I forgot to breathe again.
“Open for me,” he whispered, his breath hot and doing nothing to reduce the shivers he’d created.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“Your mate,” he replied, and then he gently bit my inner thigh and spread my legs wider.
His tongue danced along my skin, avoiding where I wanted it most. I cried out in desperation, arching my back.
“Please,” I begged to accelerate his favorite game of torment.
One of his fingers entered me and I gasped. I cried out when his tongue took its first sweep and two fingers were now gliding deeper. I bucked my hips harder but he was accustomed to my reaction and kept a firm grip on my thighs while his mouth continued the sweetest torture imaginable.
He drove me higher with his lips and fingers. My head went back and my neck strained in sexual agony. I wanted more. I wanted all of him, but he only gave me this and I’d learned to take what I could get.
I woke covered with sweat, my fingers desperately trying to bring release. I rolled and placed my pillow between my thighs, pressing myself into it until the orgasm rocked me and I found release. The room was spinning because the alcohol still had hold of me. I closed my eyes and passed out again.
The dreams began on my eighteenth birthday. I was too embarrassed to ask my father about the dreams, and then he died and I had no one to talk to. We’d shared everything, but this was different. The dreams felt so real. Maybe I could have spoken to Mira about it, but what mortified me most was that I had two separate men in my dreams. Not multiple because it was pure fantasy but two distinct males who worshipped my body and filled my head with fantasies which I had no idea where they came from. I would dream of one or the other every night.
When I opened my eyes, I looked around the room for a few minutes to gain my bearings. My head was no longer spinning but it pounded and I almost regretted the alcohol. I made it to the shower and vomited tequila into the drain. I hadn’t eaten anything so it came up easily with just a touch of heartburn.
“Kid,” Captain Davies yelled into the room a few minutes later.
He called me kid too. I was fated to be the irritating sister to every hot guy on the planet.
“Go away,” I grumbled.
“I have clothes for you,” he said from inside the large tent this time.
All that stood between us was a shower curtain. I stuck my head out and saw my old clothes over his arm.
“What are you doing with those?” I demanded without asking why I needed the clothes this morning.
“You can’t wear camo into the city. I’ll have these washed and placed on your bunk when you return from your assignment.” He didn’t call it a mission because I wasn’t a ranger. “There will be a backpack for you on the helicopter,” he continued. “You won’t be able to take anything identifying. Do you have any knowledge of the city at all?” He was distracting me from asking why I needed different clothing right now.
“I can find my way around. I lived there until I was eighteen,” I answered and wished my head wouldn’t pound with each word I spoke.
“Good. The side pocket of the pack will have a map. Leave it on the chopper.”
“Fine. Do you mind if I take the rest of my shower in peace?”
“You’re expected on the helicopter in thirty minutes.”
“I had two days,” I practically shouted.
“Schedules change. Don’t be late.”
He left before I could throw a wet cloth at him.
I calmed down until I got out and tried on the clothes. I had been given a pair of jeans and a black tank top. They were formfitting and not the larger pants and shirt I wanted to wear. My usual clothes had a purpose. They covered my arm and leg muscles acquired from countless push-ups, sit-ups, and squats I did each night. The guys took advantage of the camp gym while I used my tent and my own bodyweight. The baggy clothing hid the results.
At least I was able to keep my boots. There was a black baseball cap in the bag and I pulled the bill low over my eyes to protect them from the sun. My head continued throbbing.
I went to my tent and grabbed two knives and slid one into each boot and pulled the jean legs over the top. I took an old beat-up case from beneath the cot and opened it. I removed the harness first and slipped it over my head and shoulder, then secured the buckles. Once it was situated, I pulled out my sword. It was a gift from my father. He’d taught me how to use it from the time I could lift it. I brought it over my head and effortlessly slid it into the sheath.
After exercising each night, I worked with the sword. It was all done in my tent away from prying eyes. I wasn’t trained with a gun, but the sword and I were old friends. Trading on the black market required protection and even if the military expected me to be dead within hours of entering the city, I wouldn’t go down without a fight.
My father took me to Hell’s Market—as he called it—to buy things that weren’t readily available from reputable sources. From the time I was eight, I wore my sword. My father had a reputation and he wanted people to know I was my father’s daughter.
I was depressed knowing I was breaking my promise to him by going back into the city. He said I would know when my blood was ready to return. Maybe it had something to do with the tingling energy in my fingers, though I didn’t think it the catalyst to enter the city and commit suicide.
Sable looked over my head at Talon, and then he glanced behind us. Two vampires stepped forward and placed their hands on Talon’s shoulders. My mate looked at me and I saw more than sadness now. He shook off the arms holding him and grabbed me, pulling me in for a punishing kiss. Conner’s growls filled my ears, but Talon ignored them. “I love you,” he said, looking into my eyes. “I will always love you.” He was wrenched away and Sable’s hand landed on my shoulder. “You need to get her out of here,” Sable told Conner. “Now. We will have trouble holding him.” I started struggling against Sable. Had he set Talon up? Sable turned my body so I was facing him and we were both standing, though I had no idea when I stood up. He was holding both my shoulders now. “Talon never goes back on his word. Remember that,” he said. “Conner will not harm you.” “No,” I said as the room spun. My power, I thought. I must use my power. I tried but it wouldn’t work. Sable had drugged me and Talon had
Four weeks after I’d dreamed of Conner, something changed. I knew it the minute I opened my eyes. Ode entered my bedroom, which was something he’d stopped doing after I had the ability to call him through the plants.“Talon has asked for you to accompany him this evening. He would like you to pack a bag for a week’s stay.” He lifted a large case for me to use. “He has requested you wear the gown inside.”Talon was taking me with him. I almost forgave him for how he’d treated me this past month. Almost. I would have time with him and we could talk. The place in my gut that had been wrapped tight, loosened.Ode’s eyes barely met mine. Unfortunately, I was too excited to really notice.“Eat first, my lady, and I will help you pack.”I shoveled down my food. When I finished, I washed my hands and opened the travel bag to see what was inside. Instead of silver, this gown dripped glittering gold that looked like fine chain mail over shiny gold material. I laid it out on the bed and took out
My fairy-tale relationship with Talon lasted for two months.I stepped into a room I was unfamiliar with and Conner was sitting on his throne. He was shirtless and wore black leather pants that conformed to his body. His muscles bunched when he saw me and then rippled when he stood.The people surrounding him departed and I walked forward until we were a few feet apart. He didn’t smile as he had in the past. A rumbling noise sounded from his throat.“You are mine,” he snarled. The words held so much power, I almost went to my knees. It was a different energy than Talon’s, wild and completely untamed. It traveled over my skin and I thrilled at the feel, but I told him the truth.“No,” I said. “I belong to Talon.”We were suddenly standing inches apart.“You are mine,” he repeated with a growl, breathing the words against my lips. He kissed me.Conner drank my power much as Talon had and I couldn’t fight him. I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I’d closed my eyes when his lips met mine and when
I wasn’t sure why I woke up in my bed. I didn’t remember coming here. Talon and I stayed up most of the night. I groggily remembered falling asleep in his bed before the sun came up.I rolled over and saw a note on the bedside table.Visit the sun today.I will find you when it goes down.I jumped out of bed and hit the shower. Talon’s note made me realize how much I needed sunshine. I sent a message to Ode so he would deliver my meal in the garden and to bring tea for himself. I smiled when I felt his grunt.I dressed in leather but left off the jacket. I opened the door to my room and quickly walked the twists and turns without thought. I knew where I was going; the plants from the garden were my guide. I opened the last door and walked into my daytime wonderland.I took a deep breath and relished the heat on my bare arms. When I looked around, I saw Ode in the shadowed part of the garden, waiting patiently.“My apologies,” I said when I was closer. “I didn’t think about the sunligh
The power surge detonated out of me and Talon took it along with my blood. I throbbed where we were intimately joined and his strokes grew more rapid. My heels dug into his ass as he took and took and took.There was no way to describe what was happening. I was completely undone, completely consumed, and completely his. With a final arch of his hips, he came. A groan thundered from his throat to meet my cry. My entire body vibrated beneath his. His skin was cool and mine hot as our breathing settled.I smoothed my hands over his back and unlocked my legs.His mouth covered mine again and I tasted blood and my desire. He pulled away and lifted his weight slightly so I could breathe.I looked into his eyes.“Mine. My mate.” I repeated the words he’d said because it seemed right.He rolled to the side and took me with him so we lay facing each other.“Thank you for this gift,” he said.My hand traveled between his legs and I took him in my hand. He was half-erect.“Mine is a gift that ke
Talon’s eyes seared me. I swear I could feel the hot sparks.He didn’t argue or ask why. He stood and took my hand. I walked with him until we reached a deep set of stairs. Moving suddenly, he swooped me into his arms and carried me deeper into his lair. I couldn’t help my small nervous laugh as I circled my arms around his neck.He placed me on my feet when we reached the bottom. Low lights high on the wall lit the way as we continued walking, my hand in his. He opened the door and his rooms were a suite like mine though larger. The furniture and décor looked like they came from a past century, maybe two. It was more ornate than the first dining room where I’d met him.“I only have the wine mixture I drink. Sable and Ode are the only two who come to my rooms and Ode prefers water.” His eyes stayed on mine.“Did Lilith come here?” It slipped out before I could stop the question.A flash of pain entered his eyes, but then it was gone.“No. When we were together, I went to her room,” he