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“
Mmm…
perfect.”
Kate sighed in contentment
and felt her eyelids grow heavy. “Thank…” She yawned deeply. “Thank
you, Rone.”

“
You’re welcome,
Lalli,”
he murmured,
stroking her hair. “Good night.”

“
Good…” Kate yawned again.
“Good night,” she finally managed to reply. Then, although even a
day ago she would have sworn it would be impossible, she relaxed
completely against the big Kindred and let herself drift off to
sleep.

Chapter
Eighteen

Kate was having an incredibly sexy dream.
She was lying on top of her lover, face to face with her bare
breasts pressed to his muscular chest. The contact made her nipples
feel tight and achy and his warm scent was driving her crazy. He
smelled like some kind of dark musk—a masculine spice that called
to everything in her that was feminine and made her want to open
herself to him completely.

In fact, she already was
opening. Down below, she could feel the thick length of his shaft
rubbing against her naked cleft. Mmm—that felt
good.
She could feel the delicious
pressure of his cock against her outer pussy lips. It occurred to
Kate that if she spread her legs just a little, her pussy would
open and she would be able to feel his hot, hard cock sliding
against her inner folds and throbbing clit. That would feel even
better.

Yes, rub against him.
Feels nice, doesn’t it? He’s so big and strong…so HARD,
murmured a voice in her head.

Kate frowned, where had
she heard that voice before? Maybe in some other dream—one that was
almost as sexy as this one. But in that dream, she’d been in the
shower with her lover and they had been washing each other—washing
each other
everywhere.

Of course, Kate knew it
had been a dream, just like this one was, because it couldn’t be
real. She didn’t even
have
a lover—hadn’t had one in years. So it was
completely ridiculous to think what was happening was
real.

Still, for a dream,
it
felt
extremely
real. She could feel the hard press of his hot shaft slipping
between her pussy lips and sliding against the swollen bud of her
clit, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body. Enjoying
the delicious sensations, she spread her thighs even wider and
rocked her pelvis, letting the length of his shaft press even
deeper into her wet inner folds.

She could feel the broad, plum-shaped head
of his cock pressing hard against her belly, branding her with his
heat and she couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like inside
her—not just sliding against her inner cunt but actually entering
her channel and thrusting deep inside to fill her pussy to the
hilt.

Yes, do that—that would
feel good, wouldn’t it? Let him slide his thick cock deep in your
hungry little cunt…let him fill you up,
the strange voice urged.

Kate frowned. She didn’t
like this part of the dream. The voice in her head felt…wrong. Felt
like it didn’t belong to her. But the sensations of the big male
body beneath hers felt right—utterly and
completely
right. God, her pussy was
so wet and hot and the silky skin of his thick shaft sliding
against her sensitive clit felt so
good.

This must be the best
dream I’ve ever had,
she thought
deliriously.
What is it when you know
you’re dreaming?
She was sure she’d read
an article about it somewhere—oh right—Lucid Dreaming.
That’s what it was called when the dreamer
realized he or she was having a dream and was able to control the
outcome.

I’m having a Lucid
Dream,
Kate thought.
Which means I can do anything I want.

The thought brought a giddy sense of power
along with the pleasure she was feeling at rubbing against her
lover so intimately.

And it seemed that all the naughty, intimate
friction was having an effect on the man beneath her too. With a
low growl of desire, he clamped big, warm hands over her hips and
ass, pressing her against him, joining her rhythm with long, slow
strokes of his own.

“
Oh,
God!”
Kate heard herself moaning.
Rubbing against him had felt good but having him rub and thrust
against her at the same time intensified the sensations
immeasurably.

“
Gods, baby—you’re pussy
is so fucking
wet,”
she heard him groan as he bucked up to meet her. His big
hands spread her wider, gripping her ass hard, pulling her down so
that the friction got even hotter. “Can feel you rubbing so hard
against my cock with your sweet little cunt,” her lover growled.
“That’s right—ride me baby. Open your hot little pussy and rub
against me until you come…come so hard on my cock.”

His hot dirty words turned
Kate on even more. This was
definitely
the best dream she’d ever
had. Her only regret was that she couldn’t see her lover’s face—she
wanted to see him, wanted to kiss him as they raced to the finish
line together. But it was pitch black in the room. In fact, the
only thing she could see were two glowing blue points, almost like
eyes right in front of her…

Eyes…glowing blue
eyes!
Suddenly Kate began to get a bad
feeling. Didn’t she know someone who had glowing blue eyes? It was
man—a male—and he wasn’t just someone in a dream. She
actually
knew
him.

Rone!
she realized suddenly.
Oh my God,
it’s Rone! And I’m not just dreaming this—I’m actually
doing
it. What the hell
is wrong with me? Where are my clothes? Why am I acting like
this?

Because you want to—because you want HIM.
Give yourself to him—open yourself and let him slide deep into your
cunt.

It was that voice again—the one that didn’t
belong inside her head but was somehow there anyway. Kate began to
feel afraid but at the same time, the cycle of friction and
pleasure she and the big Kindred had built between them was rising
higher and higher. Though she didn’t want to, she could feel
herself getting ready to come.

No, I can’t! I have to stop—this isn’t me!
I’m being manipulated somehow—I would never act this way on my
own!

“
No!” she gasped and began
to struggle, trying to get away.

“
Kate?” Suddenly the
lights came on, the whole apartment filling with a dim, golden glow
that nearly blinded her at first. When Kate’s eyes got used to the
illumination, she saw that Rone was beneath her, a hungry look in
his blue eyes.

“
Please!” She struggled
against him but her writhing only pressed his thick shaft deeper
between her folds. “I thought it was a dream,” she gasped. “I never
would have…I can’t…”

“
I thought it was a dream
too,” he rasped. “But we can’t stop now—we
can’t.
Please, baby, I have to make
you come.”

“
You what? No!” Kate
struggled against him but his hold on her hips was absolutely
unbreakable. “You already came earlier, in the shower,” she
protested desperately. “Wasn’t that enough for you?”

“
I didn’t say
I
needed to come—I said
I need to make
you
come,” he growled. “Please, baby—just let me make you
come.”

Kate tried to take stock of herself. She was
completely open, her pussy spread wide as he thrust against her,
riding her throbbing clit with the hard length of his cock, and
there was nothing she could do about it. Nowhere to run to get away
from the frightening sensation of pleasure and the feeling of being
completely out of control.

“
Rone!” she gasped, trying
to get away. “No—I don’t want this!”

“
I’m sorry.” His voice was
agonized and his…his eyes were
changing
, Kate saw. From glowing
blue, they were melting into a burning silver—the same color they’d
turned back in the jewelry store. “I’m sorry,
Lalli,”
he rasped and had his voice
deepened too? It had an almost animalistic edge to it now. “I’m
sorry but I
need
to make you come. Please…
please
understand.”

For a moment Kate wanted
to scream and struggle.
No means no—even
with your husband,
she told herself. Not
that she could remember him
being
her husband but still—the principle was the
same.

But then she looked at his
face again. The look in his silver eyes was so desperate…so
hungry
that Kate almost
thought she could feel his need gnawing at her too. It was as
though she could almost feel his desire, an insatiable craving
pouring into her like water filling a clear glass.

He needs this,
she realized and knew it was true, though she
didn’t know why.
Needs to make me come. I
don’t know why but he needs it desperately.

“
All…all right,” she
whispered at last, nodding. “But not inside me. You can’t…can’t do
that. Just…just rub against me. All right?”

“
Yes.” Relief filled his
eyes which were glowing so brightly now it looked like he had
silver flames behind his pupils. “Yes, and I swear, baby, I won’t
fill you tonight. I just need to feel you coming hard against
me.”

And with that, he flipped their positions.
Kate gasped as she found herself suddenly beneath him with her legs
spread wide around his lean hips. Rone hooked his arms under her
thighs, the better to open her, and found a new angle to press
against her.

Kate felt a moan pulled from her lips as he
ground against her, pressing her into the mattress, rubbing hard to
increase the delicious friction that had been building between
them.

“
Oh…
oh!”
she gasped as he pressed deep,
sliding the hot length of his shaft against her tender clit and
wet, slippery pussy. She had never felt so open before—so
owned.
And though the
sensation was frightening, she found it also turned her on.
“Rone!
”
she
cried. “Oh, God…
Rone.”

“
That’s right, baby,” he
growled. “That’s right—open your sweet pussy for me. Just relax and
let me make you come.”

Kate didn’t know about relaxing but she
couldn’t help coming. He was pushing her to the edge with his hard
thrusts, sliding his cock against her throbbing clit mercilessly
until she felt like she was on fire. His big body on top of hers,
pressing her into the mattress made her feel small and helpless and
very, very hot.

Before she knew it, she was coming.

“
Oh!
Oh…Please…
please!”
she begged, almost unable to stand the intensity of the
pleasure. Her back arched and her toes curled as her heart pounded
and her breath came in short, staccato pants.
“Oh…
Oh!”
she
cried.

“
God baby—yes.
Yes,”
Rone murmured in
that low, growling voice.

His eyes gleamed silver above her then,
slowly, Kate saw them turn back to blue. For some reason she had a
relieved feeling—as though some great danger had been within a
hairsbreadth of her and had suddenly turned back at the last
moment, leaving her untouched.

But that was crazy, wasn’t it? What danger
could she possibly have averted, just by letting him make her
come?

As the pleasure ebbed slowly away, that was
exactly what Kate wanted to ask. But before she could demand an
explanation, the big Kindred had lifted her and set her down on
wobbly legs by the side of the bed.

“
Hey, what—?” Kate began
but he only shook his head and disappeared into the bathroom. Kate
was left standing there, throbbing, confused, and naked by the foot
of the bed, uncertain of what was going on and what exactly had
just happened.

* * * * *

Too close. That had been
too fucking
close!
Rone paced in the limited area of the fresher, running his
hands through his hair. His cock was still painfully hard but that
wasn’t what bothered him now—no, it was the Beast still roaring
within him, seeking to get out, which was his main
concern.

Though making Kate come
had helped a little, the
hunger
had been growing too long to satiate it
completely with such a simple orgasm—one which didn’t involve any
tasting.

Need to taste her…need to
breed her!
roared the Beast.

No!
Rone took a deep breath and tried to calm the creature inside
him.
No, we can’t do that. She’s not
ready. She needs time.

But the Beast didn’t care
about that. It roared and raved,
demanding
its due.

We have to get out of
here,
Rone thought with
desperation.
It’s not safe anymore. Not
safe for Kate.
The
hunger
inside him was simply too
strong and the Beast was too restless.