The dream—that cursed dream in that cursed colorful room—started before he could tear himself away.Betrys blinked at him, her features full of wonder.
“You’re here.”
“It wasn’t my idea.”Leo took pleasure in the way her face dimmed, and he tried to ignore the wash of guilt that followed.Her fault he was feeling this way.Her fault.
“I know,” she said, and he saw she really did understand his reluctance.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.I try to stop myself, tell myself I hate you, but I keep dreaming of us making love.”
“I know, Leo.Do you think I like working for Iseult?I don’t.I hate it, but I have no alternative.”
“You could walk away.”
“No, I can’t.”She turned, presenting him with her back.
A sharp sound, quickly muffled, pulled at him.A sob?Leo slid closer and slipped his arm around her waist.He tugged her against his chest, and she made the sound again.Fuck, she was crying, but her words didn’t make sense.Why couldn’t she walk away from her job?
He asked the question, heard her breath hitch seconds before she twisted in his arms and kissed him.Leo tried to pull back, but she gripped his shoulders, blunt fingernails digging into his muscles.Her tongue slid between his lips, and the energy to fight fled.Her lower body rocked against him, his cock reacting like a purring kitten.Refusal wasn’t an option, not when he wanted to return her kiss.Not when he wanted to part her legs and plunge his dick into her tight pussy.Not when he wanted to possess.Dominate.
Later, they’d talk.Right now he wanted to fuck.
A groan slipped from him as he propelled her to the bed.Unable to help himself, he pushed her onto her back before he rose over her slender form.He noted her tears, and they twisted something inside him, pierced some of his irritation.He’d planned to make her pay for her part in his misery, yet here in his dream—their dream—revenge didn’t seem to matter.
His mind fastened on the sex part of his payback plan—the seduction and the lovemaking, the taking by force.
He wiped away a tear with the brush of his thumb then kissed her, crushing his lips against hers with an inward groan.This woman wasn’t his type yet his cock kept exerting an opinion, leading him astray, making him deviate from the plan he’d formulated.
Big time.
He cupped her face and watched her brown eyes fog with hunger.The knowledge of her yearning kicked him in the gut.She had about as much resistance as he.None.Sighing, he caressed her lips with his, explored the recesses of her mouth.Her tongue tangled with his, and slow shivers of desire slipped down his spine.He deepened the kiss, devouring her softness until lack of oxygen drove him to lift his head.
She ran her fingers over his face and kissed his chin, his cheek, his neck.When a kiss landed on the fleshy part between his shoulder and neck, he growled.Her mouth on that spot lit a charge in him.Her touch arrowed straight to his dick and he went so hard he thought he might self-implode.
Her lips eased from his neck, and the sensation lessened, allowing him to think again.He’d heard Saber and Felix talk about the mating site and how crazy it made them if their mates touched that spot.
Nah, this was a dream.
She couldn’t be his mate.
“Leo, what’s wrong?”
“You’re not my mate.”
She laughed, the sound jagged and brittle as if she’d forced herself to react.“I have no idea what you’re talking about.Too much talking is bad.”She winked and reached for him, her hard and passionate kiss taking him by surprise.
Their noses bumped, but she corrected the angle and gentled the pressure, seducing the seducer and drawing him into her snare.
His mind shied from the thought, and for an instant, he stopped responding.
“Stop.”She scowled, shaking him by the shoulders.“We’re the ones in this bed, on this dreamscape.No one else.This is just for us.”
“Why are we here?Do you know?”
“My people dream.It’s a peculiarity of the Petros race.My race.”
“But what is the purpose of the dreams?”
Betrys’s scowl deepened.“They’re meant to forecast the future.”
