Wildest Dreams (Rogue Dream Fae Book 3) Page 9

  Oh God, I’m not going to last long.

  Jerrek’s smile just widens as he squeezes my ass, pushing me harder and deeper into him. His other hand is on my breast, arousing me everywhere as the slow, rhythmic motion of the horse going up and down has my body screaming in arousal from how perfect the timing of the movement is.

  “Show me everything. Don’t hold back from me.” Jerrek is insistent as we collide over and over. And each time my pussy aches as he starts to slide out, the back-and-forth movement has us coming even deeper and harder together once more.

  “Jerrek. Oh, fu—Jerrek!” I cry out as the next orgasm hits me, stronger than any other I’ve had with him.

  To my pleasure and dismay, it only gets stronger as the horse continues to move, not stopping to pause as I scream in release. Jerrek’s cock keeps moving, pushing me higher as long, long moments of blinding arousal blur together like the intertwining galaxies I see far above us.

  I let out a huff of pent-up breath, still clutching to Jerrek. Not because I’m scared of falling off the horse or of anything else, but from giddy wonder at what my next release is going to feel like—like the first part of a rollercoaster as the tracks clink and it slowly moves to the top of the initial, largest fall.

  “Irresistible.” Jerrek’s breath is hot on my neck as he kisses me roughly there, still holding me as he continues to thrust and surge up into me. The horse isn’t moving an inch faster, but I’m getting turned on even quicker as I tilt my hips forward to take Jerrek inside me as deep as possible.

  Might as well enjoy how hot this is for as long as it lasts.

  I arch back as a particularly good motion almost pushes me over the edge. With ease, he holds me safe, leaning down to kiss my chest as I look over Jerrek’s shoulder and see a trail of clouds reaching far behind us, the sights we were viewing not long ago so distant I can’t make them out anymore.

  But even as my brain still tells me, That isn’t possible, about so many things it’s seeing, Jerrek’s hungry hands and heavy breath and hardness everywhere are grounding. Real. So real I can’t seem to possibly get enough.

  It’s his turn to pull my robe lower, and it falls around my shoulders, leaving my chest bare to his lips and his tongue. But the sensation is almost relaxing compared to his cock filling me to the brim, its entire length kissing my insides as he kisses my breasts and his hands dig into my hips.

  Like a glass being poured to overfull, I’m coming again. Then again. Each time release claims me like a wildfire moving over my skin—a wildfire named Jerrek—my body relaxes even less than before, keeping me in a constant state of being on the verge of orgasm.

  Jerrek just continues to own my body with his hands, his fingers, his mouth. Everywhere he touches is like a promise. Each place he sucks on my skin is like a wild wish come true at his behest.

  Oh damn, coming again…

  “Do you have limitless stamina or something?” I say between raspy breaths. But I don’t want him to stop. It still feels too good.

  And, if I’m not crazy, around us, stars seem to be moving. I see several comets fly far above us, blue or red or white, like the space around us is responding to us.

  Maybe that whole magic thing Jerrek was talking about.

  He grins. “No. But when my focus is making you come, making you feel all the incredible things I want to do to you, it’s a lot easier to hold out.” He claims my lips in a short kiss, leaving me panting while we still move together.

  I want to test that theory some other time.

  But right now, I want to see him lose control too. Feel that hot, indescribable experience again as we come together.

  I pat the horse at my side, wondering if it will even respond to my commands since it’s technically not a real horse. But to my surprise, it does, going a little faster, and I push my hips over Jerrek, riding his cock as fast as I can take.

  He grunts, arms bulging and chest tightening in arousal, and I can tell he knows what I want by the way he’s moving faster with me now.

  He’s pumping into me, and I can feel his muscled quads on the backs of my thighs while he just holds me with both arms, the two of us close together.

  “So hot,” I exclaim, though I’m not positive if I’m referring to the sex or Jerrek. Probably both.

  “You as well.” Both of us are nestled against each other. My eyes, when I can keep them open, are just zeroed in on the sexy way his pecs bounce and the sight of him thrusting into me, making my brain tickle even as every nerve on my skin is like a sparking cord from a toppled power line.

  Then Jerrek lets out a curse, sounding oddly human in the moment as I feel a tidal wave of release crash over me.

  The pulsing, jerking of his cock just makes this last release the most intense, my body feeling like it’s exploding with fireworks even as I can feel Jerrek’s release claim him as well.

  Magically—or at Jerrek’s command—the horse slows to a stop as I scream Jerrek’s name one last time, hands holding him wherever I can find him (which is everywhere). He keeps me grounded, whispers sweet words into my ear even as the pulsing of his muscles continues to arouse me as the orgasm ebbs gradually.

  “You. Are. Amazing.” Three words are all my lungs have left, and I collapse against Jerrek in a puddle of sexual release and wonder.

  “As are you, Sandra.” He picks me up by the hips, withdrawing and leaving me sated and pleasurably aching, and holds me in his lap for a minute. The cosmos continues to swirl around us, and I can feel that hum even louder this time, like something inside me is growing, getting stronger.

  A connection with Jerrek I can’t see, but I feel all the same.

  For a long time, he holds me, stroking my hair and face and cheek. Then somewhere between passing out in sleep from all the sex and wanting another round, he kicks the horse into a steady trot, headed for home while I just relish his wide back on my hands and his body pressed up against mine.

  And I decide then that, whatever happens, I’m going to try and make this work with Jerrek. Granted, I don’t know how a week will possibly be long enough to get to know everything I want to know about him, but I trust in us. Trust in the strength of our connection.

  If love could make Tess give up being a vigilante and Jen give up a life of solidarity as a single mom, maybe that same power will be enough for me and Jerrek.

  As I drift off in his arms from pure exhaustion, his beautiful face is the last thing I see.

  14

  Sandra

  Everything has been idyllic since yesterday when we rode to the falls and beyond.

  Jerrek took me home for a rest, and we ate with his family and then spent the evening on the balcony, talking more about the fae world.

  But this morning, he woke me with news of a challenge.

  Apparently, Gilla really is serious about this reservation business.

  Jerrek is reading over the parchment in his hands, shaking his head and muttering. I walk over and steal it, but I can’t read the words as they’re in a strange language.

  “Ancient fae,” he says, taking it back to read it to me. “But all you need to know is that she wants to duel. Meaning, even if you claim me as a soul bond, she will want to fight you.”

  I stare up at him, shocked. “Can she do that?”

  He shrugs. “A love duel can be held at any time, if two fae are in conflict over a soul bond.”

  My hands clench. “But you don’t want her.”

  “I know,” he says. “She won’t win. Her whip will probably barely appear. She doesn’t love me, Sandra.”

  I look at him cautiously. I feel a lot for him. I really like him. He’s the most attractive man I’ve ever seen, and my body reacts every time I see him.

  But still… I don’t yet know what I feel is love for him.

  “Will I have a whip? We aren’t… you know.”

  He nods. “You care about me as a friend, don’t you?”

  “Obviously.” I fold my arms. “And more than that, if
I’m honest.”

  His expression is instantly glowing. “I’m glad to hear it.” His smile is cocky. “I knew I would win you here.”

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I still don’t know about all of this, but yesterday… that was amazing. I’m willing to try this if you are. At least, I can defend you as a friend.”

  He laughs. “It’s really fine. I already told you I’ll handle it if I have to.”

  There’s a knock on the bedroom door, and someone tells Jerrek that he has a visitor here.

  “One moment!” He calls back. “That must be Artena.”

  “Artena?” I ask.

  “Lorien’s sister. I asked her to help train you with a whip. She’s the nearest queen that isn’t my mom that I trust.”

  “Ah,” I say.

  “Plus, she’s a nice person. Unmated. I think you’ll get along.”

  He leads me into the hallway, pulling me by the hand. I’m getting so used to the feel of his fingers, the warmth of his slightly rough palm.

  We walk to the back exit, pushing the double doors out to step into the courtyard, which is a wide, paved area shaded by exotic-looking trees.

  In the center is a tall, slim, but curvy woman in blue-purple armor with blue, oil-slick hair. She turns to face me, and I gasp at her beauty but also at her immediate similarity to Lorien.

  She comes forward, enveloping me in a hug. “So nice to meet you, Sandra.” She stands back up, making me feel short, even though I’m 5’10”.

  She must be over six feet tall. She looks normal as she goes over to nod to Jerrek. “I’ve been friends with this guy a very long time.” She grins. “Glad he found his dream mate.”

  “I don’t know that I am that,” I say.

  She frowns. “That’s going to be tough. It won’t convince Gilla.” She looks at Jerrek. “You didn’t tell me she was hesitant.”

  He rubs his arm. “I told you she might need to duel. That’s all.”

  Artena walks around me, studying me. “Hm. You can resist Jerrek? You truly don’t want him?” She looks back at him. “He’s an amazing warrior. Many queens have pursued him. Though, the reservation did stifle many of them. It’s kind of a scandalous thing to happen in our world. The need for a reservation, I mean. Gilla isn’t going to let this go easily.”

  I sigh. “I guess I’ll need my whip, then.” I roll my shoulder. “Because regardless of what we are, Jerrek saved me. I want to save him.”

  Artena’s lip twitches up a bit. “Well, there’s some love. That should help you.” She turns away, waving her hand for me to follow. “Come on. Let’s go over to this clearing.”

  She leads me out of the courtyard to a wide, grassy area where there’s lots of room to duel. Then she cracks her knuckles and puts her hand out. A long whip with an elegantly carved handle appears in her hand.

  She flicks it to the side and back, cracking it easily before letting it fall to the ground. It’s blue and glowing. “Now you try. Take your whip out.”

  I put my hand out, staring at it dubiously. I’m standing across from Artena, and Jerrek is standing off to the side, watching while he leans against a tree. “Now what?”

  “Think of your love, of Jerrek. You should feel energy gathering inside you.”

  I close my eyes, feeling something burning and hot. She’s right. There’s something gathering. But what is it?

  “Now focus it into your palm. Feel the shape of your whip.”

  I do, feeling something solid, with weight to it, take shape in my palm. I wrap my fingers around it, keeping my eyes closed. I can feel something trailing off the part I’m holding, hanging to the ground.

  “Open your eyes,” she says.

  I look down and see a bright-red whip in my hand. Its tail is at least ten feet long, and it’s glowing like it’s covered in fire. I look down at my palm, at the glowing handle, and wonder how it’s not burning me right now.

  “Try flicking it,” she says. “We can’t harm ourselves with our own whip. It is simply a visualization of our power and energy.”

  I flick it to the right, and it makes a cracking noise I find deeply satisfying immediately. I grin at Artena. “Oh, that’s good.” I feel powerful. I feel at home.

  Perhaps I really am a dream fae. I send Jerrek an ecstatic expression, glad he brought her here to show me this side of myself.

  I’ve always been a fighter. Someone who wanted to stand up for others, even if it was only in court.

  But this whip… it makes me feel like I can fight on a whole new level. Like I can control my power in a new way.

  “Show me more,” I say breathlessly, and Artena laughs and motions for me to come closer so she can explain the next thing.

  A few hours later, I can do most attacks, and my whip feels like an extension of my own arm. Jerrek watched us, amusement and fondness in his eyes. He took off his robe at some point, and he’s only in a sleeveless tunic that shows off the rippling muscles of his arms.

  He’s so gorgeous. And he’s been so sweet from the beginning. And his powers make it so we can make love anywhere, even the cosmos. And all he wants is for me to be happy.

  Now I know how my mother or other women who got involved with their man quickly must have felt. It’s so hard to stay logical when the perfect guy is doing everything you want.

  But I think I trust this man, despite all logic saying it’s too soon.

  He isn’t trying to rush me because he doesn’t want me to see through his mask. He’s only rushing me because he doesn’t want to be torn from my side after waiting so long.

  Holding this whip, training to fight for him, is only making me aware that my feelings for Jerrek might be deeper than I even thought.

  Maybe there really is something to this whole “dream mate” thing.

  My friends settled down right away, after all.

  I crack my whip again, and Artena smiles, waving for me to put it away as she walks forward.

  “I think you’re ready, at least to practice,” she says. “I have to get back to my kingdom.”

  “Will she be able to beat Gilla?” Jerrek asks.

  Artena shakes her head. “Not yet. But you two have a few more days, right?”

  My heart falls. “She’s good, isn’t she?”

  “She is, but you love Jerrek,” Artena says. “I can tell. That might give you the edge.”

  I don’t say anything, though I can feel Jerrek watching me hopefully.

  I do really care, but I don’t know that love can truly happen this fast. I glance down at my hand, seeing my whip has disappeared now that I’m not concentrating on it.

  “Thank you, Artena,” Jerrek says, giving her a short bow. “I appreciate your time very much.”

  Artena grins. “You just pleasure this queen senseless, Jerrek. You’ll win her over soon enough.” Then she snaps her fingers and disappears in a poof of smoke.

  Jerrek shrugs. “Using smoke has been popular ever since Lorien started doing it.” He walks forward and grabs my hand, then takes me to the shade of a tree. He snaps his fingers, making a bench appear, and sits down, pulling me onto his lap. “So what did you think of the lesson?”

  “Amazing,” I say, wrapping my hands around his neck and resting against his chest in the cool breeze that surrounds us. “There’s so much of myself I didn’t know about. And I’m glad I can fight.”

  “Why?” He looks into my eyes curiously.

  “Because I do care about you, Jerrek. I want you to be happy. Even if we couldn’t be together, I would duel her. Just to set you free.”

  He frowns. “I wouldn’t be free. The duel only happens if you want me. If you don’t…” He looks to the side. “The reservation.”

  I frown. “It shouldn’t be that way.”

  “I won’t be with her,” he says. “Not as anything more than a servant. Even if you left.” His shoulders slump. “It would be terrible, not being with you, but, as I said before, it’s my problem.”

  “What if I lose the duel
?” I ask. “What if I do want you and I lose it?”

  “I don’t think you ever could,” he says, placing a kiss on top of my head. “I think when you set your mind to something, you accomplish it. So I just keep having to show you what I already know. That we’re perfect for each other.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I say playfully. But I really am starting to feel that’s the case.

  I always said I would take things slow, but my heart seems to be leaping forward faster than I ever thought possible.

  At least I have a few more days, I think as I sink into his arms and just let myself enjoy his touch.

  But after a few more days, I doubt I’ll ever want to leave.

  15

  Jerrek

  That night, I go to see Gilla while Sandra is resting after dinner.

  I know she wouldn’t appreciate this, but I have some things I need to say.

  I don’t need this reservation humiliating me any longer, and perhaps if I had just addressed things with Gilla, we wouldn’t be in this position.

  And she can’t touch me if I don’t want her to yet, and she knows it.

  Gilla is already waiting in her chambers when her serf leads me in, and I bow slightly, just out of politeness.

  She stands, purple hair streaming over her robes as she walks over to me, arms outstretched. “Jerrek, you came! I knew you would want me, not that horrible little human.”

  “I came to ask you to withdraw your reservation. I will pay the cancellation.”

  She folds her arms, stepping back when she sees that I’m not going to let her touch me. “How could you?” To my surprise, her purple eyes are watering. “Jerrek, we were made to be dream mates. I know you’re mine. When will you get that?”

  I shake my head slowly. “I’ve never felt that, Gilla. I saw Sandra’s face in my mind.” My eyes meet hers, pleading. “Please, just let this go. It’s hurting my mate.”