my dream?
Yet, this was the best fantasy. It was the most fantastic wet dream, ever.
His erection pressed against my butt cheek. I could feel the warm moisture in the slit of his scorching hot crown. I wiggled my ass again, urging him to fill me. When he rubbed my skin with the thick head of his cock, teasing me to no end, I shifted my position and got my pussy aligned with his crown, ready to push backward and force his cock in.
He chuckled darkly. “I can’t fuck you in the mortal realm, but I’m the master in this domain. I can give you everything you desire in the realm we share. I’ve wanted to fuck you and make you scream since the first moment I saw you.”
He hooked my leg onto his strong arm, baring me wide open, and I panted in thrilled anticipation.
My lips parted in burning desire.
The thick head of his shaft nudged at my slick entrance, and then with one powerful, brutal thrust, he embedded deep inside me.
I gasped. He was huge and granite hard. The minor pain paled in comparison to the pleasure that shocked me all the way to my toes.
Without waiting for me to adjust to him, Rydstrom started thrusting, each slide sending waves of delicious heat to every nerve. He knew how to fuck me. Every thrust hit the right spot, making me moan yet wanting more.
Too soon, I was panting and moaning and writhing like a feline in heat, not caring that I made all sorts of ridiculous, primal sounds.
I’d never experienced or believed sex could be like this, and I was being fucked in all the right ways to Sunday. Every stroke brought out the wilderness in me until my every cell lit with nightly fire and shadow and roaring need.
He pounded into me again and again, the exquisite pleasure both sweet and merciless, meeting my carnal need and ruining my chance of ever having sex with a human male again.
Fever rose in me, turning to storm of fire. Lava coursed in my veins, a fever song that whipped me higher and hotter. Everything was crashing and building and burning.
And I might just combust.
“Easy, Miva Dulicia,” he murmured. “You can take me. You’re the only one who can take my power.”
The words of the ancient Fae tongue penetrated the hot haze of my brain.
Miva Dulicia. My mate.
The fever storm didn’t ease. It exploded, and I came like a volcano around his cock. I lost any semblance of control I still had, lost on waves of blissful heat. He hissed and pulled me closer.
“That’s it now, my wild Miva Dulicia. That’s good. You’re doing fabulous,” he whispered in my ear.
My eyes widened in shock and ecstasy as the spasms kept going, as my pussy kept milking his cock violently. Gradually, the last wave of the sweet orgasms ebbed.
A possessive kiss grazed on the side of my neck, and his arm released me. When I turned, the hard, warm body that had anchored me was no longer there.
He was gone.
My eyes flashed open, and I sat up on the cushions. I was alone in the basement. But what happened a second ago felt more real than anything I’d ever experienced.
Had it really been just a dream?
An intense loss and longing swelled in my chest and burned a path to my memory. As I lay back down, rolling to face where the stranger in the dreamland had been, the scent of star fire and midnight mystery whiffed up.
Chapter 24
Baron and Rowan strode toward me as soon as I rushed out of the house in the crisp morning air. Rowan carried a bouquet of white lilies in his hand, which might have been plucked from his Winter Court, since they looked glistening and dotted with tiny ice crystals. Baron held dozens of golden daisies from the Summer Court.
I blinked. Was this their new form of courtship?
“Hey, what’s up?” I greeted, giving their hot bodies an onceover, and a swirling lust made me want to squeeze my thighs.
Baron dressed in a summer yellow polo shirt and pale jeans. Rowan had abandoned his trench coat undercover outfit for a gunmetal gray T-shirt, which exposed his muscled, bulky arms with the tattoo of a regal Fae female dressed in a fur gown under the snow—the symbol of the Winter Court.
Baron’s maroon hair stirred in the wind. His golden eyes laughed at me. He was like a capricious summer rain while Rowan was the solid winter, breathing frost