little like him, the world would have more peace and less violence and death.
“I won’t share you,” he said. “You’re mine.”
Aha, my dream man was possessive, which wasn’t going to work well since he couldn’t have me outside of this dream. However, I didn’t want to say anything that might upset him and spoil our beautiful moment.
“I don’t even know if I have magic or not,” I said. “Maybe I do, but it doesn’t seem like it wants to be discovered. I don’t blame it. I don’t trust those people in the school either. They only want to turn me into a killer. That’s all we are to them—killing machines.” I untangled my finger from his hair and pressed my palm against his face.
He leaned into my touch, cherishing it.
His skin felt so warm, and his stubble pricked against the heel of my palm. This dream was amazingly realistic with all its scents and textures.
“The three big assholes who rule the school and half of the world can’t figure out me or my powers,” I babbled, grateful that he was still listening attentively. “I love how it frustrates them. They don’t like mystery. They don’t like the unknown. Yet I’ll remain one, and that’s my poetic justice.”
“However,” my grin waned, “I’m a bit concerned that if my power doesn’t manifest soon, or if I’m really a dud, they’ll have no use for me. They’ll get tired of me and my attitude, and then they’ll snap their thick, rude fingers and dispose of me. I bet one of them has already imagined erasing me from the face of Earth. I irked him pretty hardcore.”
“No one will touch you,” he snarled. “You’re mine. I won’t allow anyone to hurt you, even in a dream. I’ll slay them all.”
His wings whooshed out aggressively.
“Uh, thank you,” I said. It felt nice that he was so protective of me, even it was in a dream. When it ended, he would disappear.
But then how come we both realized that this was a dream?
Wasn’t that a bit bizarre?
Or maybe it wasn’t a dream after all, but we’d met in an alternative universe?
Man, I didn’t want to leave this realty. I didn’t want to wake up from it.
“Thank you for listening to me,” I said. “I’ve been whining a lot lately, which isn’t my usual style. From now on, I won’t bitch. Ever. I’ll stay positive for you.”
Mostly for my own sanity.
“That’s my lamb,” he said in approval as his eyes grew hooded from desire.
His mouth slanted onto mine.
He’d held back for so long to listen to my problems. A good man was rare these days, so I needed to cherish him.
But at this point, we both needed some hot, naked action.
His large hands roved over my sides, moving up my chest. I moaned against his lips when his palm cupped my swelling breast.
His tongue thrust through my parted lips, sweeping over my hard palate.
Pleasure buzzed all over me in tingling sensations.
My tongue caught his, tangling in an elegant, intriguing dance.
It felt so natural being with this gorgeous, winged being this way. Like we were meant to be together.
He let out a low groan, tearing his lips from me. His sapphire eyes shone brightly, filled with starlight. “You’re the only woman I can touch, even in a dream,” he said gently yet full of awe. “But even if I could touch another, I’d rather have you here in my dreams than any other woman in real life.”
How could he have a real life? He was a fabricated character in my fantasy. But I had no time to dwell on logic while I was busy pulling him back toward me as I threaded my fingers into his lush hair.
I didn’t want him to escape.
“Aren’t you possessive and impatient tonight, lamb?” he chuckled, his voice husky and so sexy it sent liquid fire licking between my thighs.
“I want to touch you everywhere at once, lamb, and I don’t even know where to begin,” he said, his French accent thickening with lust. “You set my cock on fire.”
Hell have mercy!
I crushed my lips against his.
Our tongues entwined, dueled, and danced.
A firestorm burned through us both, connecting us.
His hand moved down, tracing my warm skin. Pleasure stoked more flames within me at his every hungry stroke.
I rocked my ass against his erection.
A rough groan sounded from the back of his throat.
“I never knew touching a woman could be so delicious and addictive,” he said. “You’ll be my woman forever, lamb.”
He heaved me