Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Iwasn’t sure what I’d expected, but kissing Creed was even better than I’d imagined. In all my dreams of the future, I’d pictured my mate, but never had he been the actual son of the Devil. Sure, I’d imagined a bad boy, but Creed was the ultimate one.
The room we entered was purple and gold with splashes of red in accents.
I smiled at the whimsical room. A huge bed dominated the space with a dresser and full-length mirror on one wall, while a small sitting area sat off to the side.
If I had to describe what the inside of a genie’s lantern would look like, the space I stood in would be exactly what I’d expect.
“I’m glad you approve. There is a full ensuite through that door.” Jenna pointed toward an arched doorway. “If you need anything, just pick up the phone next to the bed. It’ll ring Kandi or Dane.”
Creed turned and murmured something I didn’t catch, then shut the door. “This is amazing. I mean, seriously. It’s like a fairytale.” I spun in a circle, my arms spread wide.
He crossed the space separating us after closing the door, power flowing around me, letting me know he’d ensured our safety. In two long strides, he was next to me, crowding me. “You want to shower, or would you like me to take care of your needs?”
His hands cupped my face as his words registered. “I can take care of myself.”
“Yes, I am aware,” he said, then those full, sensual lips of his moved down, and I forgot what he’d asked. I wanted to sink into him and not think about anything or anyone but the two of us.
For the first time in my life, I wasn’t the pampered princess, youngest child of the Vampire King.
I was a woman wanted by a man for myself.
Giving myself over, I allowed the feel of his lips on mine to be the only thing to register.
The kiss turned into more the minute his tongue traced my lips.
His warm body and strong arms controlled every nuance.
Now, as his tongue licked along mine, a thrill went through me unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
His masterful way of controlling me with one hand on the nape of my neck sent an added layer of need through me.
“Oh, Goddess. What are you doing to me?” My entire body lit up like electricity was running through me from a conduit. His hands on my hips roamed up and down, holding me tightly to him.
“Needing you. Letting you feel what you do to me.”
I pressed against him and longed to have more intimacy, but wanted to know more about him. “Can you hold me? Talk to me?”
When his mouth came down on mine, I was prepared for more of his heated kisses. However, the sweet ones were just as devastating. “Don’t ever doubt I can’t give you what you need, Mon Eros. You ask, and I will move mountains for you.”
There was no doubt in my mind that he meant every word he said. “I’d do the same for you.”
His hunger was evident in the hard erection pressing against my stomach and the fast beat of his heart. Although he stroked his huge hands from my hips, over my breasts, down to my ass, he made sure I felt him rubbing against me. But he didn’t seem to mind me calling a halt when I felt overwhelmed.
“Thank you for saving me, Creed.” I wrapped my arms around his neck.
He kissed my jaw, then licked my lobe. “If you were reading my mind, you’d see exactly the things I’m imagining doing to you.”
Standing on my tiptoes, I nipped his chin. “Open your mind and let me see. I bet you’d be shocked if you read mine as well, dirty boy.” A shiver worked through me as I realized I’d never been so outrageous in my entire life, let alone with a virtual stranger.
“I’m not a stranger,” he whispered. His low growl made me start as I realized he’d read my mind. “You can hear me?”
“Yes, and you can hear me, too. You can also see inside me.” The sexy tone in my head sounded the same as when he talked outside.
I worried my lower lip, then he spun me to face the bed. “Climb into bed.” My clothes disappeared, leaving me in a comfortable sleepshirt that looked more like a man’s button-down.
“Thank you.” His warm breath feathered over my neck. “I’ll look forward to having you naked. Until then, I enjoy having something of mine on your body, that way when I strip you, and kiss every delectable inch of you from your lips to your toes and back, you’ll remember me.”
“I’ll always remember every moment with you.” A yawn caught me by surprise.
“Let’s sleep, and then we will get to know one another better tomorrow.” He lifted me onto the bed. “Make no mistake, though, we will be bonded for life.”
With him leaning over me, I should have felt small, yet I didn’t. “I want that, too. In all my life, I’ve planned what I’d do when I found my Heart’s Love. Trust me when I say you are exactly as I imagined him to be.”
The bed dipped from his weight when he climbed over me.
“When I have you stripped bare for me, I’ll touch every bit of your soft flesh with my fingers, then I’ll trace the same path with my lips.
I’m going to play with your body until you are begging me to take you, then I’ll join our bodies.
My heart is already reaching for yours.”
The low words made my brain fog with lust. I could smell my own arousal and wondered if he could as well. He slipped off me. “Fuck, you smell delicious.” A masculine groan filled the air.
Almost forgetting my plan to wait, I rolled to the side, propping myself on my hand. “You’re too gorgeous for words, Creed. Tomorrow is another day.” My hand traced his ripped abs.
“Don’t be shocked if you wake to me humping the air,” he joked.
Laughing, I fell forward, resting my head on his chest. “I am pretty sure you will not need to resort to such measures. I should warn you about something,” I paused, unsure how he’d react to what I said next. “I sometimes dream walk. It’s not intentional, and only when I’m extremely tired.”
A stiffness invaded his limbs. He gripped me by the back of the hair, forcing my head up to meet his eyes. “Have you ever done so with someone you didn’t know? Ever dreamt of seeing something you shouldn’t?”
I thought about his questions before answering. “Not to my knowledge, no.”
He relaxed, then petted my head while his breathing evened out.
“My father may have sensed you that way, though. Dream walkers are coveted in Hell because if they can be twisted, they can do a lot of damage to a person’s psyche if they’re properly trained.
And believe me, Satan trains his pets well. ”
His body was warm beneath mine, which was an unusual thing for me since I’d never slept with another man before in all my years.
The even strum of his heart and blood flowing through his veins lulled me into a light doze.
I didn’t know what to think of the past twenty-four hours, and if what Creed said was true, then I had a lot to think and worry about.
His father was Satan, for Goddess sake. A huge part of me worried about how we’d get past that obstacle.
The other part—the most feminine part—wanted to claim him in the way of my kind.
He called me his Chosen, but what did that mean to him?
For my people, they bonded for life. No divorce, no other. Ever.
Taking a few measured breaths, I let sleep come to me.
Even when I slept, I could still control where I went.
In the dream world, nothing was foreign to me.
Only the world I found myself in was far different than any I’d seen before.
I turned in a slow circle, taking in the strange place.
The sky above looked like nothing I’d ever seen before.
The absence of sun or moon worried me. Even the Fey world had a gorgeous sky.
Here, the view above was eerie, red and black, with varying shades of orange.
I wrapped my arms around my middle as a warm heat whipped around me, my mind spinning.
Off in the distance, a huge structure that looked straight out of Grimm’s Fairy Tales stood with flying creatures circling the towers.
Acting on instinct, I took a step back, stopping when my foot sank into something soft.
“Holy shit,” I swore as I stared at what looked like a lake of lava spread out as far as the eye could see behind me. Mountains of black hills were beyond that.
Pushing the fear back, I reached for the control I’d always had in the dream world.
The man’s shirt was replaced with black leather leggings and a black leather top that fit me like a glove, covering me completely from neck to ankles.
I hummed, my body moving forward on autopilot.
A look down at my hands showed they were trembling slightly, and my heart was threatening to pound out of my chest. For the first time, I was truly scared.
Which pissed me off more than I liked to admit.
My mind reached for Creed. He had to be near. This world must be where he was from. Images of our flight from the chamber he’d rushed us from looked nothing like this, but the farther I walked, the more I understood this was his home.
“What are we doing here?” The deep growl had me spinning.
“I followed you,” I answered.
Wariness filled his gaze, slowly being replaced with something undefinable. He came closer. “This is my father’s home. Or should I say Satan’s home? He will know we are here.”
I opened my mouth to disagree—the very fact I could control dreams usually meant nobody else could interrupt them.
“Why would he need a dream walker?”
“You can enter others’ dreams, right?” At my nod, he continued. “He must want you for something specific. Or, he wants to see if he can breed a dream walker with you. If he can get a child mixed with his blood and a dream walker, the combination could be…deadly.”
“I’d never do anything for him willingly.” I ran my hands up his hard pecs, feeling them flex under my palms.