“I’ll admit, the job has its advantages, but regardless of what you’re thinking, I don’t normally pick up women after concerts, and with you”—he laughed into her eyes—“it was literally picking up.”
His smile was infectious, as was the boyishly mischievous glint in his eyes that captured her heart in its grasp. She liked him, and she wanted him buried deep inside her, taking her on what she knew would be wave after wave of endless pleasure. She looked away quickly. She was far too close to crumbling into a million pieces that only he would be able to put together again by making love to her until she melted into him as one.
“No retort?” he asked before settling back into his seat, his fingers casually playing with the strands of her hair against her shoulder.
She took a deep breath and moved closer to the door, letting that be her answer. “You can’t escape me, Octavia…any easier than I can escape you,” he said softly before removing his hand from her hair to trail his fingers down her arm.
Chapter Four
Octavia needed distance between her and Tobias in order to clear her head. He was supposed to be less than, not more than, her dreams. Everything about him made her want him. The blood in her veins had turned to liquid heat that fueled the wanton desires that she couldn’t get out of her head.
When the limousine stopped again, Octavia opened her own door and threw herself out onto the pavement in front of her hotel. The doorman caught her elbow to keep her from falling. Within seconds, Tobias had his arms around her, guiding her toward the entrance.
“I’m in the suite on the thirty-seventh floor,” she said as he practically carried her though the lobby. Luckily, at that time of the morning, there were few people to observe her fall from grace.
Once they were in the elevator, Tobias lifted her into his arms. “This is where you belong, you know,” he groaned into her hair. She couldn’t help but turn her head into his chest to breathe deeply of this scent. Her arms hugged him tighter. When the doors opened to the suite, he seemed to know exactly which room was hers without being told. He kicked open the door and then laid her gently down on top of the comforter. She opened her eyes and saw him standing over her.
She lifted herself on her elbows and just stared at him. She wanted him so desperately that she thought she might die right there from the pain of her need if he didn’t come to her. “I want you, Tobias…but then, you already knew that, didn’t you?”
“We want each other, Octavia.” His began to disrobe, and with each item of clothing that fell, she had to acknowledge that her dreams had been uncannily real. However, he had a tattoo that she did not remember from her dream on his hip. She looked closer to see it was just the scripted letter “O” within a half-moon. She gasped.
His body covered her, pushing all thoughts from her brain as his lips demanded she kiss him. She succumbed to his need and her own, forgetting everything except the heat between them. She felt her top ripped from her body, exposing her breasts tipped by her now ultrasensitive, hard nipples that begged for his lips. He complied, his tongue swirling around each one until it disappeared into the warmth of his mouth, his teeth tugging and nipping until she cried out in pleasure, no longer able to control her own urges.
Like an animal, she writhed beneath him until he had her pants and panties down around her ankles and away from her body. The wetness between her legs longed for him, her hips arching upward, her breathing labored. He reached down and cupped her pussy, his finger inching into her opening that throbbed with her need. She wanted him inside her. She needed him inside her. “Please,” she begged. “Take me now, Tobias.”
With a deep groan, his knee spread her legs wider as he looked down at her beneath him. His eyes sought hers and held them. “Is that what you really want?”
“Yes,” she all but cried, reaching for him, willing him to come into her, to take what she so wanted to give him.
His body tensed for a brief second before he was inside her, the heat of his skin matching her own, igniting it further as she drew him closer until she felt them breathe as one. Everything stopped except the beating of their hearts that pushed her further and further into the darkness that swirled around her like a storm, lifting her upward with Tobias until she exploded from within into a kaleidoscope of a million colors. Suspended in time, she continued to absorb the colors that gently caressed her skin until she opened her eyes to see Tobias’s face, his eyes filled with awe.
“Tell me what you saw,” he said, his voice still thick with his desire.
He wanted to know what she had seen. How could she tell him that she touched what she thought just might be heaven? Everything she had ever known until this very moment was meaningless without him. There were no words, and yet she knew he needed her to try.
“I saw a world I had only dreamed existed, and even my dreams could not have prepared me for the reality of being with you.” She looked away from him, knowing she had bared her soul to this man who could so easily turn from her with nothing more than casual interest. Could he have felt what she felt, seen what she saw, been a part of the heat that had melted them together like two candles with one wick?
“Then you know the truth.”
Octavia looked back into Tobias’s eyes and looked beyond their darkness into his very soul. She saw there what she already knew in her heart. He was Klawinken, and he was her one true mate, her only mate. It was there, in his eyes, his touch, and the warmth of his breath. There was no doubt to the validity of their bond, and yet, there was Mathieu.
“Mathieu,” she breathed, her eyes still locked with his. “How could this happen?”
Tobias rolled onto his side, bringing her with him. “I wish I knew.” He pressed his lips into her hair, drawing her close to him. “No man should have ever touched you but me. However, there are forces at work that wish to keep us apart, and I’m not sure why.”
Octavia pulled back from Tobias. “Keep us apart. Why? I thought the Klawinken wanted their people to mate only with their one true mate. Why would anyone make Mathieu believe I’m his mate when…I’m not?”
“I don’t know. The only thing I know is that I love you and you can never go back to him.”
“You know that’s never going to happen. Making love to you was unbelievable. You should have been the first man to touch me like this,” she choked out.
She felt her body begin to warm as she moved against him, her legs entwined with his. She needed him all over again. She knew they should talk, but instead, she reached up to gently run her finger along his lips before she sucked her finger inside her mouth. She knew exactly what she was doing as she watched him begin tremble. The muscles of his beautiful body rippled as she slid downward, grasping his warm cock between her fingers to massage it before she leaned down and sucked it in her mouth. She could taste her dried juices which she licked while she continued to caress him. He was getting larger by the second. He was a magnificent creature, and she wanted all of him. He was her mate. She knew it without having to be told. This was why she had dreamed of him, why their dreams were so real. Because it was real. Her gift was time, and that gift had brought Tobias to her despite whatever obstacles had been thrown in their way.
Tobias lifted her beneath him, spreading her legs wide, opening her pussy to him. She felt his hard, thick cock pressing into her. She welcomed him once again, loving the feel of him inside her, moving with expert precision until she was once again consumed by his body and his soul. There was nothing in the world that felt as right as his lovemaking. “I want you so much. I need you so much,” she breathed.
“Octavia, oh my Octavia,” he groaned, fucking her harder until he rolled over, lifting her above him until she was sitting on his cock with her hands resting against his chest. Moving himself upward, he took away her ability to think, leaving only her most primitive instincts intact which continued to dance with his. Over and over he drove himself in and out of her, relentless in his need to take all that she had to give as she rode
him in tune with each thrust. Her breasts that were swollen and sensitive began dripping the nectar she knew he craved. Her nubs were hard rubbing against his chest, sending shivers of electricity all through her body. She arched her back, lifting her breasts, wanting him to take what she was offering. His lips latched onto one and then the other, drinking from her. He groaned as he continued to feed on her.
“I’ve never tasted anything so sweet,” he gasped. “Your body feeds mine with the beauty of our love.”
“Yes,” she all but screamed. “It’s yours. Everything I have is yours. Drink from me,” she moaned, “until there’s nothing left.”
“Your breasts are so beautiful. Look at them, Octavia. Look at the nectar that drips from them.”
She looked down at her nipples that protruded and were slick with a clear liquid that smelled of honey. He squeezed her nipple, taking the liquid he had extracted from it on his finger that he then fed to her. “Taste it. Taste your love for your mate.”
It was like nothing she had ever tasted. It was sweet but not sugary. She wanted more.
He smiled, “Take my cock, Octavia,” he moaned, pulling himself from inside of her. “Take my cock into your mouth and drain me. I need for you to feed on me.”
He lay back down on the bed, giving her free access to his cock, which was huge and ready to spill over. She opened her mouth and began to suck greedily. She drew him into her mouth while her fingers played with his swollen balls. He groaned deeply, holding her head to his cock. She felt him explode, filling her mouth. She drank and drank, not stopping until he stopped pumping his cum into her mouth. Licking her lips, she looked up at him, satisfied that he was truly drained.
When he was able to lift himself, he brought her to him and kissed her long and deep. Together they tasted their love that was still on their lips. “You’re everything to me, Octavia,” he said softly, holding her to him. “I’ll never let anything come between us again.”
She nodded, taking comfort in his words, but not understanding why they had been kept apart. “You know that I can take you again, don’t you?” he asked.
“I know. Your cock is hard again. Is that the Klawinken way?”
“Yes, but I’ve never experienced this kind of need before. I’ve never wanted a woman the way I want you.”
“I’ve never experienced the liquid from my breasts. I never knew I was capable of something like this. Do all Klawinken women feed their mate like this?
“I’ve never heard of it. But then, some things are not spoken of…possibly this is one of the secrets of Klawinken love.”
“Do you wish to take me again, Tobias?” She looked into his eyes, wanting the answer to be yes.
“I want you more than I’ve wanted any woman, Octavia. Show me your beautiful body.”
Octavia slid off the bed and turned on the small light on the nightstand. Running her hands across her breasts, which still dripped with her nectar, she moaned softly, “Like this?”
“Yes, like that,” he said, his breath catching in his throat.
She lifted her nipples to her mouth and sucked out the liquid, before she let them fall and bent over to hang them in front of his face, dripping nectar into his open mouth. She watched his eyes as she swayed back and forth, making her swollen breasts dance for him. Enjoying the sensations, she pulled on her nipples, forcing more liquid to drip from the opening at each tip. Finally, standing upright, she smiled and spread her legs, using her fingers to spread her labia so that she could tweak her clit. Playing with herself, she allowed herself a mini orgasm that brought her to her knees in front of the bed. “Touch me,” she begged.
“Lay back on the floor,” he ordered. She did as he instructed and closed her eyes. When she opened them, he was standing above her with his cock fully extended. She felt herself begin to lift off the floor. She gasped, but remained still. She felt softness envelope her and push her upward until her she was laying horizontal at Tobias’s waist. “You’re so beautiful, Octavia. Every breath you take makes me want you more. I want you to feel our gift.”
She looked up at him, her heart pounding. “I want that, too.”
She felt Tobias’s hands against her stomach, pushing her slightly downward, enough so that he could guide her between his legs. She felt him enter her in one swift motion. She moaned in response. He caressed her buttocks, bringing her closer. The room started to spin, or maybe they were spinning. She wasn’t sure. All she knew was that Tobias was connected to her in the most intimate way possible as they continued making love to each other wrapped in nothing but their bodies and the air that swirled around them. She felt Tobias’s happiness wrap itself around her heart, protecting her.
When they stopped spinning, they were no longer in the hotel room, but laying on a tropical beach, with white sand, aqua-blue water, and palm trees that were swaying in a warm breeze. The warmth of the sun and the soft ocean breeze felt good against her naked body, which was still connected to Tobias.
“We can be anywhere you want, whenever you want, not only in your mind, but physically. It’s just a matter of working together. I’ve never traveled so quickly so far before. This is only the beginning of what we can do together, my love. And our gift is that our time together will always be like this.”
“I think now I really do understand what it means to be Klawinken. Before, with Mathieu—” She stopped seeing the shadow pass over Tobias’s face.
“It’s okay”—Tobias looked down at her, brushing her lips with his own—“to speak of him. This wasn’t his fault, any of it. He truly believes you are his mate. His dreams have been altered to make him believe you were his mate. He’s as much a victim as we are.”
Octavia nodded. “It’s just that with Mathieu, somewhere inside of me I knew that things weren’t right between us. But even my sister believed him to be my mate, and I thought the fault lay with me.”
Tobias lifted himself and drew Octavia up with him. They walked to the water and dove into a wave that swallowed them up, spitting them out on the other side. When Octavia surfaced, she was looking into the eyes of the man she loved, who she would always love.
“What are we to do, Tobias?”
“That, my love, is what we need to talk about.”
Chapter Five
Back on the beach, Tobias explained his theory concerning the manipulation of their dreams by those who were part of the Klawinken Council. Octavia listened intently to every word. She knew he was right. Those responsible had to be among those most powerful of Klawinken to suppress and redesign dreams. The question was why they felt the need to go against everything they held so dear. What could have possibly motivated them to betray their own people?
“I can’t believe we could have been kept apart forever,” Octavia said, holding Tobias’s hand as they sat on the warm sand, their bodies touching.
“The fact that they couldn’t keep us apart tells me that our instincts and our gifts together are greater than they anticipated.” He hugged her to him, kissing her, his lips lingering to taste the salt that remained from their swim in the ocean.
Octavia smiled inwardly, enjoying his kiss. However, it scared her that there were those who felt the need to convince Mathieu that she was his mate and Tobias that she was meant for another. She felt a chill run up her spine despite the warmth of the sun that was drying the water from her body.
“I need to use the bushes for a moment, if you’ll excuse me.” Tobias grinned, pulling himself upward.
Octavia giggled. “Are you shy now?”
“Not shy, but some things really are meant to be done in private.”
He walked casually over to the beginning of the tree line and disappeared within the junglelike growth. Octavia lay back against the sand, looking up at the blue sky dotted by little puffy white clouds. She wondered if anything could be more perfect than this moment. She closed her eyes when she began to feel faint. Fearing the darkness that pushed into her subconscious, she fought to stay awake, but she was
being pulled down into the cold, drowning her ability to fight. She continued to sink into the darkness until there was nothing.
When she opened her heavy eyelids, she was lying across the sofa in her hotel room completely dressed in the clothes she had worn the night before. Still groggy and with a giant headache, she looked around and saw Katie sprawled across the other sofa, her eyes closed and snoring. Last night they had been at the Naked Dreamer concert and gone backstage, where she had met Tobias. She tried to remember what had happened next. She remembered falling onto Tobias’s lap and a limousine and then nothing. Her mouth felt dry, and her head continued to pound.
She pulled her cell phone from her pants pocket and read the time. It was after one o’clock in the afternoon. Sitting up, she tried to focus her thoughts on the night before, but she couldn’t get past the limousine ride with Tobias Morgan. She pulled herself up and stumbled into the bathroom. She took off the top Katie had loaned her and noticed it had a slight rip in it. She would have to replace it. She wiggled out of the tight jeans and realized with a start that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Again, she tried to remember last night, but no matter how hard she tried, her memory hit a brick wall.
With a sigh, she stepped into the shower and let the water run over her body. She hoped it would help clear the fog from her head. She needed to remember last night. But if she couldn’t, hopefully Katie would be able to tell her what had happened. She washed her hair and rinsed off. Stepping out of the shower, she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror. She noticed some bruising on her left breast. They were sore to the touch. For an instant she felt a memory struggle to the surface, but it was gone before she could hold onto it.
Still feeling weak, she slid onto the stool in front of the vanity to comb her hair. With each stroke of the brush, she felt herself losing touch with reality. She heard the brush hit the floor. She thought she was going to lose consciousness when she heard her name being called. It was Katie.
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