Chapter 67
Dream
Evelyn tossed and turned, unable to wake from her nightmare. Leo was screaming at her, but she couldn’t hear his words. There was hate in Leo’s eyes that scared her more than any of the horrors she had seen so far.
Then Evelyn stood in the tower library.
Why am I here? Am I dreaming again?
“I know you missed me,” Haydn purred.
Evelyn whirled around. “Did you bring me here? I just got into bed.”
“It’s a dream, my love. You wanted to see me, so here I am.”
“But…” Evelyn studied her surroundings. “This doesn’t feel like a dream.”
“Can you read the titles of the books?”
Evelyn approached a random bookcase. She could see letters on the spines of the books, but they swirled and changed when she blinked.
“I am dreaming,” she whispered to herself.
Haydn spun Evelyn toward him, then threaded his fingers into her hair and pinned her against the shelves. She could smell the pine scent he always wore.
Should I be able to smell him in a dream?
“Stop, Haydn. We already talked about this.”
“It’s your dream,” he crooned. “This is what you want.”
“No, it’s not. I married the person I wanted.”
“But he’s not here, is he?” Haydn whispered the words in her ear, and his breath tickled her skin.
“Dreams don’t feel like this,” Evelyn managed to say.
“Of course they do. Dreams are whatever you want them to be.”
He kissed her neck and she struggled to maintain any sort of control.
“I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can,” Haydn said lightly. “It’s only a dream. No one will ever know.”
Evelyn melted at the sight of his charming smile.
“Let me make you feel good, Evelyn. Let me have you. Let me touch you.”
It’s only a dream.
“Say yes, love.”
No one will ever know.
“Yes.”
Haydn’s mouth crashed onto hers. One of his hands fisted in her hair, pulling the curls at the back of her head. His other hand gripped the front of her nightgown and ripped the fabric apart, splitting the dress open as if a talon had sliced through it.
That’s a nice talent.
The destroyed nightgown dropped off Evelyn’s shoulders. Her nipples peaked as the chilly air of the tower swept over her.
Should I feel cold in a dream?
Haydn’s hand found the soft skin between her thighs. Two fingers shoved deep inside her without warning, making Evelyn cry out in surprise.
I forgot how impatient Haydn is about touching me.
Ignoring the bookshelf digging into her back, Evelyn rocked against him while his fingers plunged in and out of her. Heat pooled low in her belly at the anticipation of more.
Haydn wrapped his other hand around her neck. “I want your screams to echo through this tower. But we need a better position for that.”
Before Evelyn could ask what he meant, a gust of wind struck them.
She blinked, then screamed in fear instead of pleasure.
Haydn’s magic had brought them to the highest level in the tower.
They stood on a ledge that jutted about five feet out from the wall, hundreds of feet higher than they had been mere seconds ago.
Evelyn backed away from the edge and settled in a gap between bookshelves.
Her nakedness made her feel even more vulnerable.
A narrow window illuminated Haydn’s grin. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t want to be up this high,” Evelyn said in a shaky voice.
She stared at the stone ledge below her feet. A very loud part of her brain was convinced it would collapse at any moment.
It’s just a dream. Even if I fall, it won’t hurt me.
But I really don’t want to fall.
“It’s like when we were on the mountain, love,” Haydn said. “I didn’t let you fall off the cliff when we saw the dragons. Trust me.”
Haydn forced her to stand mere inches from the deadly drop. She squirmed, but he held her in place.
If it’s a dream, then why can’t I change it? Or wake up?
“Let me go!” she pleaded.
“We haven’t gotten to the fun part yet.”
Evelyn shrieked as he pushed her onto her hands and knees. From that position, she could stare straight down to the bottom of the tower. She tried to scramble away, but Haydn’s grip on her hips was too strong. All she could think of was tumbling headfirst from the dizzying height.
“Haydn, please! You’re scaring me!”
“I love when you beg.”
One of Haydn’s hands left her to undo the buttons on his trousers. He exposed his hard length and pressed it to her entrance. The touch momentarily distracted Evelyn from her terror and she arched against him.
“I’m going to fuck you the way you like it until you come,” he told her. “This is a dream, so we can stay here for hours. You won’t wake up until you’re soaked and screaming my name.”
Haydn slid inside her, jolting Evelyn’s body closer to the edge. He wasn’t trying to be gentle. His thrusts were fast and hard and exactly what her body wanted.
It’s a dream. I’m not in danger. This feels too good to stop.
Evelyn closed her eyes, willing herself to forget how high up they were. A moan escaped her lips as Haydn continued slamming into her. The stone floor scraped against the bare skin of her knees and palms, but the only friction she cared about was between her legs.
If Leo fucked me like this, we would never get out of bed.
She didn’t know how long they were there. In a dream, in the dark, in ecstasy, time was meaningless. Haydn’s punishing pace never slowed. Evelyn groaned as tension built inside her.
“You’re so close,” Haydn panted. “Come for me. Scream for me.”
He reached around and stroked her clit. It was enough to break her.
“Haydn!”
Evelyn’s screams filled the tower as she shattered, just like Haydn wanted.
He shuddered and spilled into her. “We should meet in your dreams more often, my love.”
When Evelyn opened her eyes, she was breathless, sore, and sweaty underneath the blankets. She reached between her legs and felt the wetness from her release.
I’m awake.
Leo was asleep on his side of the bed, as close to the edge as he could get without tumbling off.
It was just a dream.