by Rhys Rowlyn
The color leaves her face, and her eyes widen. “Ferals? What are they?”
“Vampires that can’t control their urge to kill. I would imagine she has a few around here somewhere.” I need to stop increasing her fear. It makes her scent stronger.
Lucy shakes her head in denial. “No, I believe we’re alone. I haven’t seen or heard anyone.”
“Good to know. Now, sleep.” I add a bit of compulsion to help her along, and her head flops forward. I know the girl is scared, but I must get some rest. It’s the only thing helping me fight the hunger.
Nyla
My lips curve into a smile when I see him walking toward me across the field and then I run when he stretches his arms wide. I jump into his arms, wrap my arms around his neck, and kiss him hard. God, I missed him.
Today is the first time I’ve gone to sleep in our bed since Jean Pierre was taken, and the others had to force me to give in. The argument that finally sent me to my room was when Phillipe asked if I had tried to connect with Jean Pierre in my dreams. I hadn’t even thought about it, but if there was a chance I could, then it was worth trying. I’d try anything to get him back.
He leans back, staring into my eyes. “Mon cheri, I missed you. Where are you?” Jean Pierre looks around, confused.
“I think I’m asleep, and we’re having one of our dreams. The sun is out, and it’s not burning my skin.” I wrap my legs around his hips and nibble on his earlobe. His scent fills my nostrils as I breathe him in.
“Whatever it is, I’m happy you’re here.” He hugs me tighter to him, and I never want to let go.
“Where are you? I need to find you,” I whisper in his ear, and he shakes his head.
“I don’t know exactly. I’m not sure, but I don’t think we would be able to dream together if I was too far away. I do know I’m still in the city. Another prisoner told me we were in a mansion, and she thought it was in the Garden District.” He grips my ass and walks toward the big bed in the center of the field. With every step, I feel his hardness press against my center. My desire for this man is skyrocketing, but I need to know where he is.
“Can you show me where you are?” The field around us blurs, and our bedroom at my house surrounds us. It seems my mind has taken over. My heart clenches at the thought of him being so weak he can’t control our dream.
“I think so, but I’m having trouble concentrating on anything but you at the moment, and I need you to help me hold on.” His grip on my ass tightens, and I move my hips against him, eliciting a deep groan.
My breath catches in my throat as I stare deeply into his eyes. The thought of him suffering breaks my heart. A tear slips down my cheek, and he catches it with his thumb.
“Non, cherie. Do not. I cannot handle you upset. I will survive if for no other reason than to see your smile again.”
I take his face between my hands and kiss him tenderly. “I need to tell you… I love you. And you’re right about surviving. I need to tell you this in person, wrapped in your arms.”
“Oh, my heart, I love you too, and you are right. I need you in my arms and soon.” He lays me back on a soft bed, and we are both naked. I love these dreams if for nothing else but the pure convenience.
He stands back and stares, his eyes shining with desire, and my body flushes with heat. I want to cover myself but resist the urge. He leans forward and takes my breast in his palm. His thumb strums my nipple, and he takes the other in his mouth. I arch my back, running my fingers through his silky dark hair.
“Oh, yes.” I moan as he gives my nipple a light bite and then sucks the sting away. He moves to the other breast to give it the same attention.
I lift my hips to rub my center against him, and he moves away from me, shaking his head. “Oh no, angel. I want to savor you.”
In a sudden move, he flips me over on my stomach and pulls my hip up until my ass is in the air. I turn my head to the side and smile when he rubs his rough palms across both my cheeks. I gasp when he smacks my right cheek, but I moan when he rubs the sting away.
I have an out-of-body experience when Jean Pierre runs his tongue from my clit to my bottom. “Oh God.” I lean back, spreading my legs to give him better access and needing to feel his tongue against me.
“My angel likes that.” He spreads me with his thumbs and proceeds to drive me crazy with his magical tongue. He adds a finger to the mix, thrusting it inside me as he continues to circle my bundle of nerves.
I scream as my orgasm washes over me, and he continues to use his tongue to bring wave after wave until I am limp with pleasure.
“Now, angel, I need to be inside you.” Jean Pierre moves behind me until I can feel his cock at my entrance. I push back, and he enters me with one hard thrust, hitting my G-spot. I tighten against him, the trances of my last orgasm still in play.
He continues to move inside me, heightening my desire to new levels, and I feel as though I’m going to shatter into a million pieces. My thoughts are so jumbled, I can only mumble incoherently as he drives us toward our release.
He reaches around and puts pressure on my clit, then murmurs in my ear, “Let go, mon cheri. I’ve got you.”
I detonate, milking him for every drop of joy he can give me.
With a roar, he empties himself deep within me, and we both fall forward, unable to move.
After a few seconds, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him until I am lying against his chest. I turn his face until he’s facing me, and I lean up to kiss him tenderly. He rubs my shoulders and then settles me back against him. We lie in each other’s arms for a while, just enjoying being together, but I know I need to have him give me all the information he has. We will only be able to do this again if I can find him and release him from Minerva’s clutches.
I prop myself up on my elbow and meet his gaze. “Jean Pierre, it’s getting late. I need you to concentrate and show me where you are. You never know what we may learn.”
“Yes, Nyla.” He dips his chin, grinning at me. “I believe you’ve become entirely too bossy since I’ve been away.” He furrows his brow and winces in pain as he closes his eyes, and everything changes.
We’re in a room. There is a large bed with a dark-haired girl tied to it, but Jean Pierre is strapped to a chair. His head is drooping, and he looks exhausted and pale. I kneel in front of him, brushing his hair from his brow. I look around the room, hoping to pick up on anything familiar. A strange painting catches my eye, and I walk toward it, taking a closer look.
With a gasp, I awaken and sit straight up in bed. “I know where he is.”
Also by Rhys Rowlyn
Daughters of the Vieux Carré
Shadowed Awakening
Shadowed Allure
Shadowed Valor
The Forgotten Ones Saga
The Forgotten Curse
About Rhys Rowlyn
By day Rhys is helping people as a nurse and during the night she’s creating characters and other worlds.
Throughout the years she has honed her wicked sense of humor and mastered sarcasm down to a fine art. She has always had an avid imagination and now she’s putting it to good use.
Rhys was told over and over she should write a book and she finally took the plunge, turning her stories into books. She loves creating complex characters and other worlds for others to enjoy. Her perfect day is sitting at her computer, spinning her worlds into words.
When Rhys isn’t writing she’s spending time with her family or sitting on the beach with a book in one hand and a frozen drink in the other.
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