In Her Dreams
Terry Bolryder
Copyright © 2021 by Terry Bolryder
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Contents
Author’s note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Sample of Found by Frost
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Author’s note
Hi,
In Her Dreams is book 2 in the Rogue Dream Fae series! Each book stars a new couple and a complete story with a happy ending, but you probably want to read them in order because of overarching plot elements.
But really, you can read it either way.
Book 1, Sweet Dreams, is available here:
Sweet Dreams (Rogue Dream Fae 1)
1
Jen
I look over the parapet, down over the swaying green grass that leads up to the large stone castle wall I’m standing on.
My hands are bound behind me, and I struggle, but the cruel man next to me has hold of me by the arm.
“He’ll never come,” the man says, his grizzled gray hair and matted beard coming dangerously close to my face.
I turn away from his fetid breath, but he tugs me closer.
“Still waiting for your prince?”
I kick him in the shin and move back, glaring up at him fiercely. “He’ll come. He always does.”
The man in front of me just lets out a cackle and gestures around him. “This castle is in a hidden realm, guarded by poisonous wyverns. He’ll never get here in time.”
“In time for what?” I ask, glaring up at him and jerking away when he reaches for my arm again.
“You will marry my son. As the most valuable, beautiful princess in the realm, you’ll go to the strongest man, the one with the most power. That’s inarguably my son, Cedric.”
I raise an eyebrow. “The drunkard you currently have in your own dungeon?”
He blinks, then nods. “It’s none of your business. As I say, your prince will never—”
But then a shout distracts us, the sound of a war cry, masculine and fierce.
Despite my bound hands, I run to the edge of the parapet and look down to see a man in shining silver armor astride a white horse that is galloping at top speed. Its long legs eat up the distance to the castle quickly, and as he gets closer, the armor on the man glints with hints of mint green.
He stops at the wall beneath us, where huge wall-like doors of pure stone are closed and bolted with a giant beam. He removes his helmet, and lush teal hair streams out over his shoulder.
Then a sudden breeze catches it, blowing it back and showing me his face.
My prince. So gorgeous. Face carved by a master sculptor, huge, luminous eyes, strong, masculine jaw currently taut with anger.
He draws… a whip? Then he shakes his head, and instantly a long silver sword appears in his hands, still with a touch of green to it.
“I, Reve, challenge you, King Morgoth, for the hand of Jen the Fair!”
Morgoth grunts and goes to look over the parapet. “We are not accepting challenges! She will marry my son, Cedric.”
My prince, Reve, walks up to the huge doors and uses one armored leg to just kick them wide open with a terrible smashing sound as rocks go flying and the beam holding the doors splinters.
My heart pounds. My cheeks flush. My God, he’s so strong. I try to run toward him, but Morgoth catches me around the waist and drags me toward the inner edge of the wall so we can look over the courtyard.
Reve is there, pointing his sword up at Morgoth again. “I challenge you to battle to the death! Release the maiden!”
“I will not!” Morgoth yells back.
Surprisingly, Reve leaps up the twenty feet and lands with a shuddering thud on the castle wall right in front of us.
I can make out the gleam of his beautiful teal eyes, too vivid to remind me of the ocean. More like a nebula. His dark lashes lower, fluttering, then rise as his eyes meet Morgoth’s.
Reve’s straight jaw clenches, hardening the perfect lines of his almost surreally beautiful face. He extends his sword. “Release her, or I kill you now.”
Morgoth looks from Reve to the distance down to the courtyard and shoves me toward Reve as he turns and runs along the castle wall.
Reve catches me easily with one arm, tilting up my chin to see my face as his other hand easily releases my bindings. “Good to see you again, princess.”
I glare at him. “You’re late.”
He freezes, then looks over at Morgoth. “You think I should kill him?”
I cock my head, considering it. But I did have a bad day at work, and Mark was late again with his child support payment, so—
“Yes, kill him,” I say firmly. “It’ll make up for being late.”
“Yes, princess,” Reve says, pressing a light kiss to my cheek and making me blush as he runs past me to Morgoth.
He grabs the escaping king by the back of his robe and lifts him in the air, where he dangles, kicking furiously at nothing. “You sure you don’t want me to conjure a dragon or something more intimidating?”
I shake my head.
“All right, then,” Reve says. “Die, cur!” Then he runs his sword through Morgoth and tosses him off the side of the castle, where he lands with a thud on the grass.
Reve runs back to me, grabbing my hands and rubbing them in his much bigger ones. He brings them up to blow on them gently, and his bright-teal eyes meet mine. “It is good to see you, dream mate.”
I throw my arms around him in a hug, holding him tight and letting all of my stress from my daily life melt away.
In this world, where Reve brings my dreams to life every night and I get to live every fantasy from my romance novels, I truly have no worries or cares.
Beyond wondering how my prince is going to save me again.
I know it’s silly and immature, but in my real life, I have so many responsibilities, so much to do, so much pain that it’s nice to have an escape sometimes.
Reve sweeps me up into his arms and carries me like I’m nothing despite me being a fairly chubby girl. He looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen even though I’m just a single mom who can’t afford highlights.
I could truly fall for this man if I let myself.
But I can’t.
“Come on. Let’s ride back to our castle,” he says. “My horse is waiting.”
He jumps off the wall with me in his arms and lands light as air on the ground. Then he walks to his horse, puts me up on it, and swings up behind me.
I can feel his warm chest against my back, his firm, hard thighs against mine, and as he urges the horse forward into a gallop, every movement brings my body into delicious contact with his.
I lean back against him and just enjoy feeling safe as the sun sets in the distance, a gorgeous… purple?
“Reve, the sun is yellow,” I call back to him.
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“Right,” he says, and the sun changes color, making all the clouds take on different shades of pink, orange, and red. Mountains in the distance, topped with snow, complete the picture.
We ride over the grass until we come to a bridge, which we gallop over to another grassy knoll, beyond which lies our castle.
When we reach it, Reve dismounts and puts his arms up for me to fall into them.
He leaves the horse behind us (it isn’t a real horse after all) and carries me toward the castle doors, which magically open to let us in.
He turns to the right, walks down a long corridor, and then opens a door to a large, opulent bedroom.
The floors and walls are made of stone, medieval-looking, and the sumptuous canopy bed has large red velvet curtains and gorgeous gold and red upholstery on the bed itself.
Reve carries me over to it and tosses me onto it, snapping his fingers to remove his armor, leaving him only in a simple mint-green robe that shows off his powerful shoulders and arms.
I back up, propping myself up on my elbows, and Reve crawls onto the bed with me, bracing himself over me.
His teal eyes glow as he looks down, then slowly puts a hand on either side of my knees and pushes them apart despite my dress, a wicked glint in his eyes. “I’m assuming the usual?”
I blink, already wet with anticipation. “Yes.”
His hand runs up my thigh, pushing my dress up with it, and he presses a light kiss to the sensitive inside of my thigh, looking up from beneath his teal hair with a smirk. “How was the fantasy tonight, dream mate?”
I gasp as he moves up a little higher with his kisses. “Good. But call me Jen, remember?”
“Jen,” he says, and the word sounds erotic as he mutters it against my thigh. “So beautiful, Jen. I’d rescue you any day.”
I blink. In real life, I’d never let him. But here—
“You showed up just in time.”
“I would hope so,” he says, glancing up at me as he places yet another stimulating kiss so close to my center now that I’m trembling. “I did create the entire simulation.”
“Next time, don’t jump up the wall. Normal men can’t fly twenty feet in one step,” I say, almost gasping.
“Noted,” he says, moving to my other thigh and starting the agonizing prospect of moving up it. “Anything else?”
“Your hair…” I put up a hand to twirl a lock of it around my finger. “It’s not realistic, but let’s keep it.”
“All right.” Another kiss higher up. I’m squirming now, but his strong, big hand holds down my trembling, soft thigh. “Anything else?”
I moan, arching back as I release his gorgeous hair. “I don’t… I don’t care right now.”
His mouth moves up until it’s nearly over me, and he breathes out warm air over my tortured sex, making me writhe in anticipation. “Then I’ll simply focus on this moment, dream mate. Jen.”
His lips touch down over the silky undergarments covering me, and there’s something so decadently erotic about the way my huge silk gown is pushed up all around me.
He pulls down the silky underwear, keeping his eyes on me, and I nod eagerly.
“Please,” I moan. “I can’t wait anymore.”
This is why I can’t wait to fall asleep lately.
Reve is a fae warrior from the dream realm, and he can control my dreams and create all kinds of fantasies.
For now, fantasy is all we have.
But when his tongue touches down on my wet flesh, stroking up suddenly, everything is totally real.
The scent of sex and sugar cookies, his hair falling rakishly over one side of his face, and his hungry tongue swiping over me again. Over each side, then the center as I arch and squirm, sensation building.
“Please, hurry—”
“No, no, princess,” he says, pulling back slightly to look up at me from between my legs. “In here, you wanted me to be in charge, remember?”
I nod eagerly, and he moves his head back down, satisfied.
His lips kiss down over me, then part and suck me, swiping his tongue out to French kiss me as if he were on my mouth.
I moan, and he only gives me a fierce look and then moves faster, swiping and sucking, his hands firm on my thighs only heightening the sensation.
“I want you. I need you,” he murmurs against my sex. “Jen, you’re everything. Please be mine.”
I shove my hands in his hair and arch as his tongue presses on my clit, sending me over the edge into blissful, heedless pleasure. The world spins, and all I can do is close my eyes as amazing feelings rush through me, taking away the stress of the day, of my life, of everything.
I collapse back, panting, but Reve is already moving forward again, ready to give me more.
But something’s different, and there’s a mischievous look in his eyes as he glances up at me. “Dream mate, I have something to tell you.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Yes?” My voice is still raspy from release.
He kisses my sex gently. “I’m ready to start my mate pursuit.” He starts to lick over me again, but I push back instantly, getting as far from him on the bed as I can.
I knew this moment was coming, but I’m still unprepared for it.
Besides, after weeks of doing this in my dreams, I don’t know how to give him up.
But I can’t give him what he wants either.
He came to this world with two friends. And he has had his friend Jerrek doing safety surveillance, so he knows nothing about my life.
He said he wanted to go into the mate pursuit blind and learn everything about me then.
And there are some pretty important things he doesn’t know.
So I can never be with him outside the dream realm, and… I had hoped we’d have longer before this moment came. While Lorien was pursuing his mate, who is my friend, Tess, Reve said he couldn’t yet start his mate pursuit.
Maybe I hoped Jerrek would go next, give me more time with Reve. More time to explain things or even figure out what to explain.
I don’t want to disappoint him. I look over his gorgeous hair, his gorgeous face, and that kind smile, those lips that always ask me what I’m wanting and then give it to me.
“Dream mate, are you all right? Jen?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, it’s hard to get used to. I’ve been calling you dream mate in my mind for almost a thousand years.”
That’s the other thing I feel terrible about. How long he has waited for me.
I didn’t know he existed, so I didn’t wait for him.
I push my dress back down over my legs, heart pounding, still flushed from orgasm as I try to figure out what to say to him.
“What is wrong? I thought you’d be happy,” he says, reaching up to brush my hair behind my ear.
When I don’t respond, he moves forward and picks me up, cradling me in his lap like I’m tiny. Like I’m helpless.
But I’m not. In my real life, everything is on my back.
Still, I sink into him and enjoy his warmth a little longer before I say what I inevitably have to say.
“I’m sorry, Reve,” I say. “I can’t be with you in the real world. Please don’t leave me, though.”
“I couldn’t leave you, dream mate, not in a million years. But why? Why can’t we be in your world?” He’s slightly pale as though the news is definitely affecting him.
“I just—” I push back with one hand against him, regretting it when the heat in me only starts again. He gets a wicked look in his eyes, and I stifle it with a sad look at him. “There are things you don’t know about me. Things you can’t know. Things I don’t want you to know.”
“I could never do anything you don’t want, soul bond.”
“What is that?” I ask, resting against his chest again for as long as I can. “You call me dream mate or soul bond, but how are they different?”
“Dream mate refers only to dream fae. To the mates they see in their dreams at the completion of their training.”
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bsp; “That’s right. You train to do things like this, don’t you?”
He nods. “Very hard.” He bites his lower lip, thinking for a moment. “Soul bond is more complicated. It’s the deepest bond a fae warrior can have. But in other kingdoms, fae mate by resonance. Just a feeling of their magic calling to another. You are my soul bond, and I do resonate with you, but aside from that, you are my dream mate. My one and only.” He strokes a hand through my hair and goes to kiss me again.
I let him, heat surging through me. Safety falling over me, urgency filling me.
I wrap my hand around his neck and kiss him passionately, letting us just fall into each other.
“I will wait a little longer,” he says, brushing against my lips lightly, tickling me with his breath. “But dream mate, you have to let me into your world. It is hard for you there. I could help you—”
I jerk back to look at him. “You haven’t—”
“I know nothing,” he says, stroking my hair and cradling my head firmly as he brings me back to the kiss. His lips cover mine, and I settle in against him, letting out a pleased moan. “I’ll do as you wish, dream mate, and stay in your dreams for now. But eventually, I am going to see and know your world. I just don’t know why you won’t let me.”
I brush his cheek, savoring the soft skin there, touching his surreal hair.
If only we could be in my world together. But I guess this will only last as long as I can keep him from knowing the truth.
That he waited a thousand years for me, but I didn’t wait at all.
And the proof of it is waiting at home. And that proof is the center of my world, the reason I do everything.
It’s too bad my two loves can never meet.
“Let’s not let it ruin the moment,” I say, looking into his teal eyes. “I need this. This time with you—”
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