Dreammare Sin Novels & Stories

It was the same vibration that had once bled from Malachai’s darkness, only now it carried something softer. A melody. Selina was in the kitchen, Damon on her lap, his fingers tracing glowing symbols into the table’s surface. They pulsed in rhythm with the light in the sky—his heartbeat syncing with the world’s. “Mom,” Damon said, looking up at me as I entered. “He’s dreaming again.” I knelt beside him. “Do you feel him?” He nodded. “But he’s not angry anymore.” Lucas stiffened. “You can sense him?”

she said, reaching for my hand. "I'm sorry. "I said, squeezing her hand, "Alright, let's have it." "alright. So, it wasn't just a nightmare you were having. And, likely, all that you were dreaming about was possibly happening in real-time, someplace else." "and Damien? Who is Damien?" "well, Damien is the name of the master who toys with his members' minds. As it is, it seems like he might be looking for new members. He got one of my warriors today, and he almost killed a child."

His face lowered to my breast, and he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth. I let out a satisfied breath as memories of Xander slowly dulled from my thoughts. Leander placed me on the bed, spreading my legs as he penetrated me. “Hmm,” I moaned as he fucked into me. My head turned towards our bedroom door. I noticed a dark shadow looming at the door. I frowned as I stared at the door. What was that? I thought. Suddenly, a thought struck me. What if Xander was in front of our door, listening to my moans as his brother pounded into me? I had no idea why, but the thought of that turned me on even more.

The mere thought of succumbing to temptation and tasting his irresistibly kissable lips was enough to send shivers down my spine. Today, I barricaded myself in my room, in dire need of respite. It wasn't solely the alcohol that necessitated this hiatus; it was the urgent need to rein in my desires. These dreams were spiraling out of control, as was my self-restraint. I refused to ruin the perfect marriage of Coby and Mom, yet the allure of Damien's gaze and touch weighed heavily on my fucking conscience. Every time I looked at him…I was more than willing to commit any sin needed to have him.

Exhausted, spent, and marked inside and out, I collapse against his legs. And then I wake up. The room is dark, sheets twisted and soaked between my thighs. My body throbs with phantom sensations—ass stinging from imagined spanks, throat raw, pussy clenching on nothing, drenched and aching. My nipples are hard and sore from my own unconscious pinching, and my skin is flushed hot. The air smells faintly of my arousal. It was a dream. A vivid, filthy wet dream that left me trembling and empty. Tears flood my eyes instantly. The loss crashes over me: Damien, his dominance, his claim—all fantasy. My subconscious is torturing me with what I walked away from, betraying me even in sleep.

Anila’s POV A dream made me orgasm?! My legs were still trembling from the ghost of Zach’s manhood inside of me and his fingers teasing me. I could still taste Harley in my mouth and my nipples were hard from Damien’s teasing. My body was a trembling mess while I reminded it that it was only a dream. None of that was real and I had to get a hold of myself. I promised Damien that I would meet him this evening for our training session, and I refused to make things worse between us. Damien already told me the thought of me as a friend, he couldn’t know that I had a sex dream about him.

Damien's were gentler but insistent, tracing her curves and cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing her nipples until they hardened into peaks. The dream escalated quickly, morphing into something wild and unhinged. They had her on a spreader bar, just like she'd fantasized Eli might be—her arms and legs forced apart, exposing her completely. She was naked, her skin tingling with anticipation, the air cool against her wetness. Zeke took charge, his large hands roaming her body, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. "You're ours now," he snarled, his voice echoing in her mind as he positioned himself behind her. Damien was in front, his lips on her neck, sucking and biting marks

“Are you done? I’m going to sleep.” “I mean it, Scarlet.” He kissed me on the lips. “Other than me, I don’t know who can take care of you and healing your wounds. Let me be your lover, Scarlet.” “Whatever, I’m not listening.” I closed my ears with my hands and turned towards the wall to go to sleep. This Sin had to be out of his mind, I thought. With my tiredness, I soon drifted into slumberland. However, the slumberland I saw was not one of those pastel-coloured dreams filled with clouds. It was dark and lava was oozing over the black earth. Above me, bats circled the black, empty sky.

Damien could read her mind so what if he's aware? She shut her eyes and tried to drift to sleep. Barely thirty minutes into her sleep, she heard loud howls. Like a group of wolves were being attacked or howling out for signal. The noise came out in loud repititions and she shut her ears hard with her palms and shut her eyes tight too. Garwin had ensured he'd give them a brutal death. She refused to think to that direction. “I forgot to tell you that we werewolves can be rebirthed. I'll be back for you fuckmate.” She heard Damien's voice inside her head and screamed loudly.

“It’s about bridging two worlds, about tethering your existence to mine in a way the waking realm can accept.” Damien nodded, his fingers brushing against my wrist, grounding me. “Then let’s do it.” I took another steadying breath and closed my eyes, reaching deep within myself. My Oneiromancer abilities had always felt like a second heartbeat, pulsing beneath my consciousness, allowing me to shape and control the dream realm. But this—this was different. I wasn’t just manipulating the dream. I was trying to break its boundaries. Damien wasn’t a mere dream construct. He was real—sentient. His essence was woven into this place, and now I needed to pull him free.