Ice-blue eyes outlined by heavy black eyeliner pierced through Skye’s soulless being.
The singer—Remi—wrapped his hand around the microphone.The big gaudy rings on his fingers glistened in the light.He ripped the mic from its holder, holding it in one hand and the microphone stand in the other, giving the crowd a cocky grin as his tongue poked the corner of his mouth, fiddling with his lip ring.
There was utter silence as everyone held their breath, waiting for this gorgeous man to speak.He held everyone in suspense for a minute, and then lowered his lips to the mic.
“How we doing tonight?”The deep cadence of his voice resonated through the sound system.A straight shot of lust struck Skye, settling heavy as a throb between her legs.
The bar erupted into high-pitched screams from the girls and hooting and hollering from the guys.Remi smiled over the crowd, completely at ease with being the center of everyone’s yelled adoration.
He hadn’t even sung yet, and they were already falling over themselves to get closer to the stage.
Remi undid two buttons on his sleeveless denim jacket, revealing a bare chest covered in swirling ink that crawled up both sides of his neck.A metal chain dangled over his sternum.He ignored the catcalls and nodded his head to the drummer.
Liam counted out the beat.Ollie’s bass thrummed, and West plucked out the upbeat opening on his guitar, letting one note ring out at the end like a tease, tension held until the second Remi opened his mouth.
His voice was much deeper than it looked like this thin, lanky man could possess.So much more sensual than the cheap facsimile that she heard when she entered his dreams.
He sang the chorus as the drums and guitar and bass made up the cadence and flow of the song.
The band played hard rock, Remi’s smooth voice singing until the first verse, and then he broke into a rougher, screaming tenor.
He strode up and down the stage, dancing and working the crowd, jumping on top of the speakers and interacting with the equipment as if it was his playground.The crowd knew all the words and sang along with him.
In between sets, he talked to the crowd, flirted with people, chomped on his gum in a way that Skye could only describe as sexy.Maybe it was the twitch of a smile at the corners of his lips and the mischievous glint in his eyes that made everything he did on that stage seem like he’d already sold his soul for an endless supply of sex appeal.
He hadn’t.
Of that, Skye was sure.His soul called to her.Most souls were pure white, but his—his was made of shiny, tantalizing darkness.Skye had been drawn to the power hidden deep within him.His soul glimmered inside a protective encasement of onyx stone.It’d been a long six months of waiting, looking but not touching, entering his dreams and slowly coaxing his subconscious’s trust by intertwining her presence into his deepest desires.His dreams had been harder to penetrate than most.
But all her hard work and patience would pay off tonight.
Skye ran her fingers over the flyer in her pocket.When she saw it, she knew it was time for the next part of her plan.She’d seeped into his psyche enough that he was drawing images of her.
The flyer for his band might as well have been a wanted ad, calling out to Skye that he was ready for her offer.
Adrenaline and hunger pulsed through her.His soul was so powerful it made her mouth water.This bargain would be worth several years of Earth-walking privileges if she negotiated the deal just right.
Tilted Haze’s set ended; women scurried to the stage.
Skye downed the rest of her drink and stood, exiting the bar.
Time to sell your soul, Remi.
Chapter Two
WhenRemidreamedofher, he was always lucid, aware he was living in a fantasy that could end at any moment.Her fingertips dancing along his chest, her lips kissing his neck, her hair tickling his collarbone.His body felt those hazy touches as visceral, real sensations, yet they were clouded by his mind if he fought too hard to memorize them.
“You know you’re the only person I’ve ever spent this much time with?”she whispered in a husky voice as the soft curves of her body pressed into him.
“Yeah?”He ran his palms over the generous curves of her hips and stomach and ass.
“Yeah.You’re special, Remi.I want you so much,” she said.“I promise to make you feel good.I’ll give you everything you want.”
He groaned as her mouth traveled down from his neck to his stomach, and farther down to his cock.It was only when Remi reached down to move her hair from her face so he could see her blood-red irises looking up at him as she sucked him off—that he realized two things.
One—he wasn’t dreaming.There was a woman sucking his dick.
Two—that woman was not his dream girl.
