“What are your dreams?” he asks, propping up and grabbing my chin. He tilts my head until he can kiss me, until I forget his question. “Dreams?” he prompts as he pulls away.
“They are just nightmares,” I say, repeating my mother’s words, but he frowns.
“They seemed like so much more. I caught some glimpses of them, and it felt like I was really there. Are they always the same?” he questions in concern.
“No, sometimes they were just of a castle, but they have been changing recently, and they are always in different places but with the same woman. It’s silly, I guess. I’ve had them since I was a child, but…but sometimes, I swear they are so real.”
“Maybe they are,” he replies, looking at me for a moment. “I guess time will tell. Let me know if they get too scary, okay?”
I nearly cry. He’s the first person to believe me, the first person who hasn’t told me to grow up and get over them. I roll onto him and kiss him until it’s his turn to gasp. Pulling my mouth away, I kiss down his bare, chiselled chest. He groans, reaching for me as I settle between his thick thighs.
“Darling, you don’t have—fuck!” he cries, as I flick my tongue out and lave the top of his cock, which jerks under my touch. Wrapping my hand around him, I explore his length. I’ve been craving to do this, to lick and taste him, to see if I can make him lose control with my mouth like he does to me.
“Fuck, darling, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants, as he closes his eyes with a shiver, trying to hold still.
“I want to explore,” I whine, and he groans, flinging his arm across his eyes as if he can’t bear to look at me, his abs clenching.
“Fuck, go ahead.” He lowers his arm to meet my eyes for a moment. “I can’t promise I won’t fucking lose control and come all along your mouth and tits though.”
I groan at the thought as I lean down and taste the bead of liquid at the tip. It’s salty, but not bad, so I lick again, and when there is none left, I wrap my lips round the spongy head. I hear him muttering about a devil woman and her mouth, making me grin and feel more confident. I slip my hand around the base and squeeze as I dip my head farther down, until he touches the back of my throat. I almost choke before I breathe through my nose, my eyes watering. He is way too big. I slip him from my mouth and bob back down again, watching as my saliva coats his cock.
His chest is heaving now, and he’s groaning continually, his hips twitching as he tries not to move. Wanting to see how far I can push him, I reach down with my other hand and cradle his balls, unsure if it’s okay, but when I squeeze and he moans, jerking in my mouth, I guess it is. He finally loses control and thrusts into my mouth, over and over until I have to hold on.
He tangles his fingers in my hair, the tight grip making me groan as I grind my pussy into the fur. I’m wet as hell from how out of control I’ve made him with just my mouth, the power is heady.
“Darling, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come in your mouth.” He grunts, his abs constricting as he tries to fight it.
I roll my eyes up to his, seal my mouth around his cock, and suck. He growls, slamming into my mouth. His head drops back with a wolf-like roar as I feel his release fill my mouth. I swallow it until he’s finished and then pull off his softening cock, licking my sore lips. “You taste like magic,” I murmur, head tilted as I watch him panting. His eyes are closed, his mouth open.
He groans, flicking his eyes open, and his lips tip up. “Get your beautiful ass up here now,” he demands.
I crawl up his body, but when I get halfway, he has other ideas. He reaches out, grips my thighs, and drags me up until I’m perched over his face. With a gasp, I try to pull away, but his mouth is already on my wet pussy, and at the first touch of his tongue, I’m lost. I look for something to hold onto, my hands wildly flailing until I reach above me and clutch the top of the den.
“That’s it, darling, ride my face,” he murmurs, his voice muffled between my thighs.
Fuck, as he would say.
I look down at him, embarrassed but very turned on. Those shining eyes lock on me as he licks and dips inside my pussy, tasting every inch of me like I did him. I can’t stare into those eyes for long, the pleasure is too much. My head drops back, my eyes closing as I give myself over to him. I grind and ride his face like he ordered me to, uncaring that I should be embarrassed. I hold on, lifting and rolling my hips, moaning as the pleasure builds higher and higher.
I was wrong, he isn’t magic…his tongue is. It drags along my folds, flicking at my clit over and over before dipping inside of me. He’s always keeping me off balance, as each twist and touch adds another spark to the building inferno of pleasure in my belly.
His fingers dig into my hips. Fuck, you taste so good, darling. Like goddamn heaven rolled up in the sweetest, sexiest package.
His thoughts slam into me, our minds melding. I feel his own pleasure at what he’s doing to me, and it mixes with mine, tangling and merging our magic until it explodes out of us. My eyes go black, my body jerking and shaking with my release as he licks me through it…but my mind goes elsewhere.
“We are so close I can feel it,” the deep, smoky voice murmurs. “They won’t even see this coming. Our darkness will infect everything, and soon, the dark mother will rule.” She laughs. I blink, as if opening my eyes from slumber, and the same woman from my dreams is there. She crouches next to what looks like a dead body, his eyes open and his mouth gaping as if in a silent cry. Blood covers his naked body, and her own bloody, pale hands glisten under the moonlight as she holds them above him. I’m behind her, unable to see her face, but she seems distracted, in pain.
“Dark mother, I hear your call, I feel you inside of me. I bow to your will, to your power. I’ll channel you,” she offers, and then there’s a gasp before more blood runs across the earth. I move like I’m walking on air to crouch near him. She has a large dagger in her hands, the blade coated in blood, and I almost fall back when I realise it’s her own blood. Both of her arms are cut down to the bone, pouring onto the body below.
She starts to chant in a language I don’t know. It raises the hair on the back of my neck, and there is something very ancient about it. The power rises around us, like a vacuum sucking the air from our lungs. Her head falls back, her eyes remain closed, and her voice rises in a scream as her blood begins to glow. The crimson liquid glows brighter and brighter, until it’s all sucked into the dead man.
His eyes snap open, and he sits up. His gaze is vacant, cold, and dead, but his body is moving and his head turns to the side to look at her as her words cut off. She lowers her face to him, wearing a tired smile. “Welcome to my army. Soon, my soldier, her will shall be done.”
Noises behind me have me whirling. They were so silent, I didn’t hear them. Hundreds of other vacant-eyed people—women, men, old, monsters—supernaturals and humans alike, are all watching her. Did-did she do this to them?
Bring them back from the dead?
Who is she? Who’s the dark mother? What’s the darkness?
“I see you, fate chosen,” she murmurs, and I turn, but she isn’t staring at me, but for some reason, I feel like she is talking to me. “Do not trust the Fates, they are cruel. They don’t care for you or your happiness, they only care for the order of things. They would kill you as easily as they would save you. Trust in no one but yourself. I will be seeing you soon.”