She’s not touching me…not even saying anything.Buther scent drifts to me on the night air, warm and sweet and laced with something sharper now—something that makes my body tighten in response.Thecurse is working on her.Ican smell it, feel it, almosttasteit in the back of my throat.
Need…heat…desire…they all drift across to me, making me restless…making my shaft so hard it fucking aches.
MyDrakestirs inside me, also affected by the sweet scent ofElowen’sdesire.
“Ours,”he growls low in the back of my mind.“Sheis ours.Goto her.Takeher.LetusBondher to us.”
“No,”Imutter under my breath, turning onto my side and then onto my stomach, facing away from her.IfIcan’t see her…ifIcan’t breathe her in quite so deeply, then maybeIcan keep control.
MyDrakedoesn’t like that.
“She needs us,” he insists.“Herheat calls to us.”
“I know it does,”Iwhisper harshly.“Thatdoesn’t mean we can take what she hasn’t offered.”
TheDrakehuffs in irritation but subsides a little, though the tension remains, coiled tight beneath my skin.
I close my eyes, which turns out to be a mistake.Becausethe momentIdo, allIcan see is her.Notas she is now, wrapped in her blanket and trying to sleep a few yards away, but in my arms, soft, warm and willing.
I push the thought away and try to get to sleep.It’sbeen a long fucking day and all the flying inDrakeform has tired me out.AtlastIdrift away.
But the minuteIdo, the dream takes me fast and hard.
One momentI’mlying on the ground, fighting myself—and the nextIhave her beneath me, her red curls spread out like fire over my bedroll, her eyes dark and heavy-lidded as she looks up at me.
“Theron,” she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips goes straight through me.“Please, help me—Ineed you!Thecurse…”
“I know, baby.Letme help you,”Imurmur, though my voice sounds rougher thanImean it to.
“Yes, please…”
Her hands slide over my shoulders, down my chest, exploring me with a kind of hunger that sets me on fire.Ilean down, brushing my mouth against hers, tasting her slowly at first and then deeper when she opens to me with a soft, needy sound.
Gods, even in my sleep, she tastes so fucking good—like warmth and sweetness and something uniquely her.
My hands move over her, learning the shape of her, the softness of her curves, the way she arches into my touch like she’s been waiting for it.She’sso responsive—so eager—and every little sound she makes drives me further out of my mind.
Her robe melts away and she’s naked under me.Herfull tits fill my hands, and she arches and moans breathlessly whenItease her nipples.
“Please,” she breathes.“Ohplease,Theron—Ineed you to take me!Tofuckme.”
The word snaps something inside me andIcan’t hold back anymore.
I move against her, fitting myself to her body, feeling the warmth of her against my skin.
She gasps, her fingers tightening in my hair, andIlose the last of my restraint.
“You want to be fucked?”Igrowl.
She nods, her blue eyes filled with desire.
“I need it—Ineed you.Please,Theron…”
“If that’s what you want,I’llgive it to you,”Igrowl in the dream.
She opens her thighs, inviting me in, her body so soft and sweet and curvy under my own hard, muscular form.Herpussy is hot and wet—ready for me andIsink into her in one long, slow thrust.
“Ah!Theron!”she gasps, arching beneath me.Somepart of me knows this is just a dream, but it feels so real.Beinginside her is like being clenched in a tight, velvet glove andIcan’t get enough of it—can’t get enough of her.
