3
Hildi
The city stretches before me, bright and sparkling—like jewels glinting under a light. The smells is intense—a combination of the earthiness of the park, food from the vendors on the street, then the general scent of humanity. The blare of two car horns echoes in my ears and I wince. I don’t think I ever realized how much it smells here. How loud the streets are. Humans are…a lot.
The sound of something unfurling forces me to turn around. I expect a Raven. Or Five. But that’s not who stands before me. I can’t see his face, not in the shadows of the massive wings protruding from the man’s back. They aren’t bird wings. They’re thick, like leather, scaled. He’s shirtless, leather fighting pants hang from his hips. He’s pure sex and my body aches. I step closer, drawn like a magnet.
This, I realize, is all a dream.
Where had I conjured up such a fantasy?
“Is this where you bend me over and tease me with your massive cock? And then I’ll wake up horny and have to get myself off quietly under the covers so I don’t wake up Elizabeth?”
“You think I’m a dream?” I smell his breath; sweet, seductive. His hand grips my hip, pulling me to him. I feel the strength in his arms. I feel the strength of him.
“A very vivid one, but yes.” Why I’m talking myself out of this is ridiculous. Just ride it out, Hils. Ride it out.
Usually, in my dreams I can override most situations. Force myself awake, push myself into it further. This time I don’t seem to have any control, because I’m telling myself this isn’t real, but the man in front of me has a mind of his own. He bends, revealing the curved muscles of his shoulders, and picks me up.
“Uh, where are we going?”
“If this is your dream, shouldn’t you know?”
“I should be able to see your face, too.”
I do catch the hint of a grin underneath the shadow, which I realize now is less shadow than a glamour.
“Maybe your subconscious isn’t ready, but your body is.”
My body is ready, let me tell you. Aching.
He walks across the rooftop, stars blazing overhead. I’m carried to a white, fluffy cloud. A bed and he gently sets me in the middle.
I look down and see that my pajamas are gone. I’m in a flimsy piece of black, lace lingerie. Similar to what Morgan tried on at the store. I blink down at it, confused. I look back up and see the spread of the dark wings and the magnificent body attached to it. My stomach flutters with excitement. The thin scrap of material between my legs turns damp.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he says with a hint of wistfulness in his voice.
I prop up on my elbows and his eyes flick to my breasts, barely contained in the lace. I haven’t felt this horny since the vampire venom.
Fuck.
“Is this just some side effect from the venom?” I ask, clarity settling in. That has to be it. Figuring there’s no way this dream-man is ever going to really get me off, I slide my hand down my stomach, toward the heat between my legs.
I lay my head back on the soft pillow and close my eyes, at least my mind is giving me some good material to work with. I start to push aside the panties when a large hand grabs my wrist and my eyes fly open.
The man hovers over me, wings spread. He starts at my toes, kissing, licking, sucking. He moves up my calves and over my knees. His teeth, sharp and pointed, graze the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.
“Who are you?” I ask, halfway a moan.
I feel the warm of his breath, just above my pussy, then his lips on my abdomen, traveling to my breasts. His tongue flicks my nipples and I writhe on the bed. My imagination has never been so good.
I finally reach for him as he sucks my neck.
His body is rock hard. Solid. Just like he looks. I’m shocked when he doesn’t vanish into thin air.
“I’m going to fuck you, Hildi.”
“Please.” I run my hands down his arms. He steps back and drops the leathers, revealing his thick, throbbing erection.