Chapter 16 Raven
Raven
My dream self was a filthy, horny slut. I had no other explanation for the fact I’d conjured all of my alleged mates in a room that looked more like a sex dungeon than the rustic bedroom at the inn where I’d fallen asleep.
Maverick lay stretched out on a bed covered in black silk sheets, his wrists secured with ropes, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers.
His bear was there, just below the surface, watching me through slitted eyes, unhappy about being restrained but also excited at the prospect of me going full alpha on his ass.
In real life, I was not dominant or alpha or anything at all other than inexperienced, but for whatever reason, my dream self had apparently decided it was time to explore something I had no clue about.
Maybe it was the lingering trauma caused by reading a human book that went viral a few years back? Fifty types of green? Or was it shades of gray? I couldn’t quite remember, but I did recall how disturbed I was at the idea of anyone choosing to be spanked with a paddle. I mean, why?
There had been a movie too, but I’d refused to watch it.
My bear growled threateningly, but I just laughed as I crawled up the bed. Kai and Alaric sat at opposite ends of a bench, watching us. Both of them still had their pants on, presumably because my brain was trying not to implode.
“Naughty little pet,” Zane chuckled as he appeared nearby. I noted he wore the same cotton pants he’d had on when I fell asleep, only they were under extreme pressure right now. I couldn’t help but admire the way the cream fabric tented at the front as he scanned my naked body…
Wait a hot minute…I was naked?
When I looked down, my shorts and tee had vanished. Maverick growled again, his glowing eyes glued to my tits.
I shook my head. This was a dream, so my dream self must have decided being naked was the way forward. Okay, not a problem. I was in control.
“Don’t stop on my account, pet,” Zane purred. He moved closer and perched on the edge of the bed. My bear threw him a vicious look before focusing back on me.
Stars, I felt so empty. My skin burned and my pussy throbbed.
“Tell me what you need, pet,” Zane whispered as his gaze soaked in every feverish inch of my body. “Do you want both of us?”
“I…I…” Did I want both of them? Stars. I wanted them all!
Something zinged on my lower back. A tiny spark of electricity. I yelped in shock before Zane’s fingers trailed over my overheated skin, soothing the sting.
More sparks zinged, hitting all my most sensitive bits.
Maverick yanked against his restraints, his cock straining through his boxers.
Zane shoved me forward so my aching breasts brushed over Maverick’s mouth.
My bear’s lips found first one nipple, and then the other.
A hot, wet tongue swirled around each stiff peak, distracting me from the stinging sparks that kept hitting me.
I had a feeling I knew who was responsible, but I refused to look at him. This might be a dream, but I wasn’t in the mood to forgive the mage for his bad behavior. Yes, he’d agreed to accompany us to find the vampire, but he was still an ass.
The minute I thought about the vampire, the edges of my dream sex dungeon faded. Was he safe?
Anxiety spiraled and everything went blurry aside from Zane, who remained sitting next to me, every plane of his handsome face etched in sharp clarity.
Pale blue eyes gleamed in the swirling shadows.
“How come you’re still here?” Surely he should have faded like the others the minute my dream shifted. I shivered as cold air brushed my damp skin. Being naked no longer seemed like a good idea. Maybe if I pinched myself, I’d wake up and see Maverick. Only when I tried, nothing happened.
Slivers of fear shot through my veins.
Why wasn’t I waking up?
“Relax, pet,” Zane cooed. “You’re safe.”
My raging heartbeat slowed down. If Zane was with me, I was safe. I leaned into him while searching the now dark room for my vampire. Only I couldn’t see him. Wherever my dream self had gone, it wasn’t the vampire’s safe house.
So where was I?
Zane slid an arm around my waist and shifted position. Soft sheets brushed my skin. We were lying on a bed. A thick blanket pooled around my feet. Zane pulled it up to cover my legs.
Candles burst into life, illuminating a small bedroom with pale gray walls and a polished wooden floor. The furnishings were simple yet comfortable. Nothing like the vampire’s room with its stone floor and walls.
“Where am I?”
“My dream.”
“How?” I lifted my head so I could see his face. For once, he looked serious.
“You were dreaming, so I joined you.” A small smirk appeared. “It was quite a dream, pet. Your kinky side amuses me.”
“I’m not kinky,” I huffed. “It was just a dream. Everyone has weird dreams sometimes.”
“You manifested your subconscious desires, pet, which I was more than happy to facilitate. Only something broke the dream. I picked up on your distress and brought you here.”
“You should have let me wake.”
“I will shortly, but first let me help you.”
The husky undertone in his words made my eyes narrow in suspicion.
“Help me how, exactly?”
Before I could protest, he’d flipped us over so his body covered mine while somehow removing his pants at the same time. Dream Zane had skills, it seemed. Was that an incubus thing?
I tried pushing him away, but when my fingers brushed over his nipple piercings, my brain stuttered. A tiny skull dangled from the ring on his right nipple, while a silver bar pierced the left. When I gently tugged the skull ring, he hissed and closed his eyes briefly.
“Careful, pet,” he said in a strained voice. “I like that a little too much.”
“Did it hurt getting them pierced?” I had to admit, they looked pretty.
“Only a little, pet.” He moved his hand up my ribcage and cupped my breast, rubbing his thumb across my stiff nub. “Would you like me to pierce your pretty little nipples? Maybe add a diamond or two so they sparkle beautifully?”
The thought of a needle anywhere near my boobs made me feel slightly ill, so I shook my head quickly before he got any freaky ideas.
“Shame,” he pouted. “If you change your mind, let me know.”
“I should get back to Maverick.” It had to be nearly dawn. Maverick had somehow found a guy to lend us a four-wheel-drive vehicle for the next stage of our journey. The island where I hoped we’d find Rasmus was a two-day drive, followed by a boat ride. Beyond that, Kai had refused to say much more.
He knew the islands better than all of us, but since he was less than talkative, we were sparse on the details of what to expect. The only thing I knew for sure was a giant sea serpent awaited me.
“I’ll take you back shortly. But first, you need to relax.”
Deft fingers stroked my breasts as his mouth found mine. I wanted to protest. Seriously, I did! But Zane knew exactly what he was doing. Sure, this was a dream, but his hard body felt very real to me. More than real.
It was as if the incubus and I were physically touching each other, even though in the room back at the inn, I slept next to my bear.
A pang of sorrow shot through me. Would my bear be cross to learn I’d let Zane seduce me in my sleep?
“No, he won’t mind,” Zane assured me with silky words. I had a feeling someone, likely Glynda, had warned me never to trust a sexy incubus and his bullshit, but dream me ignored all the red flags flapping in the non-existent wind.
“Are you sure?” I had to ask.
“Let me make you feel good,” he purred, ignoring my question. My brow wrinkled as something else belatedly occurred to me.
“Are you just using me to feed your magic?” He rolled away until no part of us touched, making me regret asking. Had I offended him? Did I even care?
Surprisingly, yes, I cared.
“Yes and no. Yes, sex fuels my magic. I’m an incubus. There’s nothing I can do about that. But no, that’s not why I brought you here, pet. I already recharged my reserves when care bear jacked off in the bathroom instead of waking you.”
“He did?” I pouted, sad he’d not woken me, but also happy my bear wasn’t selfish enough to disturb my sleep to sate his own needs.
“Yes, he’s an idiot, but that’s a discussion for another day. So I didn’t join your dream to fuel up. I’m here because I want you, and I don’t think the bear is ready for a threesome yet.” This time, Zane pouted, which was all kinds of adorable.
Then my brain snagged on the word threesome. “Um, how would that work, exactly?” My erotic education, courtesy of soft-core human DVDs and romantic fiction, had significant gaps.
Zane’s fingers slid over my belly and between my thighs. I gasped when he touched my most sensitive parts. Parts that remained slick and needy.
“Oh, pet, fear not, care bear and I will soon teach you lots of things, but first, you deserve an orgasm or two.”
“I do?” His fingers brushed over my swollen clit and I gasped.
His mouth latched onto my left breast and sharp teeth grazed my nipple. I arched my back. Even though I still felt a tiny bit guilty about sharing a sex dream with the incubus, Zane was right. I needed to come. And soon.
His fingers stroked me, teasing me until every inch of me wound tighter than a violin string. I could feel him, hard and throbbing against my thigh, intriguing bits of metal cool counterpoints to each inch of silky heat.
“Zane, I need you,” I sobbed, hovering on the edge of an orgasm but not quite there. I had a feeling this was deliberate on his part. Each time my body trembled with the first flutters of my orgasm, he backed off.
My pussy clenched around nothing, empty and bereft. Desperate for a hard cock.
Any cock would do at this point. Even the mage’s hard cock.
A small part of me whispered especially Alaric’s cock, but I ignored that slut. He didn’t deserve me.
“Tell me what you need, pet,” Zane said as he licked my breast and bit down. Hard. I screamed and sobbed, but his fingers refused to touch me where I so desperately wanted him to. “Give me your words.”
“I need you to fuck me!”
“Such a good pet,” he purred while spreading my legs so wide I winced. Maybe I should try the stupid yoga class Glynda attended on a Monday morning at five a.m. Being more flexible might help in other areas, such as during demon attacks.
But before my mind went off on an unpleasant tangent, Zane had buried his face between my thighs. A long, very flexible tongue licked every bit of me except my clit. Tears of frustration trickled down my cheeks. If he didn’t make me come soon, I might smite him with fire magic.
The amulet burned between my breasts as he pressed a finger deep inside me. It was a poor imitation of what I needed, which I told him. That elicited a faint chuckle before he added a second finger.
I tried rocking my hips, but nothing worked. This was him. I came easily with Maverick, so Zane had to be using his sex magic to block me from coming. It was the only explanation.
“Please,” I sobbed, unable to take any more. He looked up and smirked, his face slick with my arousal.
“Now you’re ready.” In a flash, he was over me, his cock pressing against my entrance. Cool metal met heated flesh as he slid inside. I almost cried with relief as my aching body welcomed him.
“Fuck,” he muttered softly, his face etched with tension. I watched as his pale blue irises darkened until they were almost black. His aura wrapped around me, cloaking us in shadow until the room faded away.
My amulet pulsed and burned along with my magic the deeper he sank inside me, like it craved him even more than I did. Small burning embers floated around us, highlighting the tension on Zane’s face as he stared down at me.
Was this still a dream? It felt more real than a dream. I opened my mouth to ask him, but he swallowed my words with his kiss, and all I could think about was him.
The way he moved inside me. The scent of his skin, smoky with a hint of cherries, and the taste of his mouth on mine.
Like he’d once promised, the metal bar at the base of his cock hit me in just the right spot. I detonated under him, my orgasm so powerful I saw stars. Fire burst into life around us, creating a raging maelstrom of violet flames cloaked in thick shadow.
I almost panicked until I realized Zane remained untouched by the flames. He tensed as he followed me over the edge, groaning as heat bloomed deep inside me.
We lay in a tangled mess of sticky skin and sheets as the fire died away, leaving nothing but a few fiery embers floating in my dreamscape. At least I hoped it was a dream.
When I reached out to brush Zane’s damp chest, I noticed a gold rune glowing on his upper pectoral. I frowned. Where had that come from?
Then I realized. The tether linking us had changed. Instead of a vague, almost-not-there link, a new, solid cord connected the two of us. Whereas the tether between Maverick and me glowed amber, like his bear’s eyes, the tether connecting me with Zane was almost black.
Had we completed the soul-bond?
And if so, how had that happened if this was only a dream?
Zane saw the confused expression on my face as I touched the glowing rune while rubbing my chest with my other hand.
“Time to wake up,” he said in a soft tone I’d not heard from him before. “The bear is…annoyed.”