Dreams of a Dark Warrior

taste.
Your
taste.”
    She was a prize to be treasured! He cradled her face with shaking hands. “I’ve much more to give you. Will you take it from me?”
    “Is that what your other women have done?” Of her own accord, she nuzzled his testicles, her wicked tongue flicking them as well.
    “Ah!” He fought to keep his hips still. “I do notrecall others before you,” he said honestly. “You’ve bewitched me.”
    “I will take from you.”
    “Then suck the head hard while pumping your fist beneath your mouth. And you will have a willing slave.” His clever Reginleit stroked him so perfectly as she suckled. And all the while, her heavy-lidded gaze remained on his, her eyes silvery with desire.
    He palmed the back of her head, his legs falling open. “Touch yourself, love,” he rasped. “I want you to come … with my shaft deep in your mouth.”
    She moaned around his flesh as she began masturbating her sex, rubbing it with nimble fingers. Outside, her lightning lit up the night once more.
    “Valkyrie, you
madden
me.” The pressure built as her mouth and hand effortlessly worked his length, the base swelling as his semen rose for her. Desperate to release it, he just stopped himself from bucking. “Reginleit, my seed! I’m about to spill on your tongue if you do not draw away—”
    She robbed him of words as she sucked even harder, demanding his manhood’s offering.
    He was helpless not to give it. …
    A wild ocean storm pounded the island, mirroring Declan’s turbulent thoughts as he ran headlong into the gale.
    Earlier in the night, he’d had the most realistic dream he’d ever experienced—one about the Valkyrie and her berserker. One that had made Declan awakenin a rush, on the very verge of coming, with his hips rocking and his cockhead wetting the sheet.
    He’d sworn he could still feel her tongue against him, could still hear her moans.
    Declan swiped a hand over his face.
God help me, I was
still
licking my lips for more of her taste.
    Mingled with that aching need had been … a lingering
tenderness
for her. And maybe even a thread of guilt for threatening her swords.
    Which disgusted him. Had the dream been an entrancement, or something new?
    He pushed himself over precarious forest trails, ripping off his shirt, leaving only his fatigue pants and boots.
    He ignored the tree limbs that raked his bared chest, ignored his burning lungs as he covered mile after mile. Lightning struck all around and the winds howled, but he savored the wildness of the night, the bite of rain driving against his scarred skin.
    Anything but succumb to that dream of the Valkyrie.
    Somehow she’d made him experience that scene.
A day of firsts,
she’d told him. Her first time to suck off a man. And he’d imagined it, as if on cue, his mind supplying details to build on her story. Just as she’d intended.
    Declan had even dreamed of pleasuring her—a detrus—with his mouth. Which just made him even more suspicious. Because his own predilections didn’t match his dream.
    Unlike Aidan, Declan had never gone down on awoman, had never had that kind of time to spare during sex. Not before he would grow sick.
    In truth, he’d never much seen to a woman’s pleasure at all. And though he was certain he’d
received
oral sex in the hazy days before his body had been maimed, he couldn’t quite recall it.
    This isn’t me. I don’t want her for these things …
    Perhaps the Valkyrie had some power he wasn’t aware of. Maybe a dreamcasting ability, like the dream demons possessed. Which meant an element of mind control.
    He was a man who needed constant control over every aspect of his life, a man who worshipped strength and will.
The last time I had them taken from me …
    The Valkyrie would pay for toying with him.
    He pushed himself until his lungs were heaving and his muscles quaked. Mud splashed up, all over his shuddering body, and still he ran.
    Running as if something pursued him.

EIGHTEEN

    C hase is having the dreams.
    As soon as Vincente escorted her into the magister’s office the next night, Regin knew. Chase had begun reliving Aiden’s time with her, remembering them sexually.
    His eyes were on her like a hawk’s, his gaze possessive and
familiar
. He was looking at her like a man who’d seen her naked—and liked the view.
    The dreams marked the beginning of the end for each of Aidan’s reincarnations. Normally this stage would send her into hysterics.
    But now it meant progress.