Dreamer (19 page)

“Arms down,” he ordered and massaged her shoulders. Leaning
her head against his chest, she sagged into his touch. “On your knees.”

Sliding off the desk, she landed in a heap of desire at his
feet, looking up at him. He slowly removed his shirt, and she moaned. The
sunlight made the gold hoops in his dark nipples gleam. Following the path of
his chiseled abs, her mouth went dry as he pulled his jeans down to his hips.
The head of his cock pushed out over the top of his black underwear.

“I'm going to fuck your mouth, Kitten. I want you take as
much of me as you can. You're new at this, but we'll train you to the point
where you can swallow all of me.” He laughed at her incredulous expression and
fisted his cock. “Suck me.”

Eager to please, she slid the velvet head of his cock
between her lips and groaned. He was so hard, and the evidence of his desire
for her had her squeezing her thighs together. Slowly, he pushed himself deeper
into her mouth until she had to pull back to keep from choking.

“Use your hands.” He stroked her carefully pinned curls, the
muscles in his lower stomach tensing as she gripped him. Moving her fist in
time with her mouth, she sucked at his length hard enough to draw a drop of
pre-cum to the tip. “Play with your pussy, Kitten. But don't come.”

Groaning around the head of his cock, she swirled her tongue
around the tip and stroked herself. Her movements became synced, each suck and
swirl imitated by her fingers down below. Need built to the point of pain, and
she had to fist her hand at her side. Jerking his cock from her mouth, he
picked her up under her arms and dropped her on his desk as if she weighed
nothing.

Ripping open a foil package with his teeth, he sheathed his
erection and spread her legs wide.

“Fuck,” he said in a rough tone. “I can't wait to bury
myself in that beautiful hot pussy.”

“Please.” The word came out in a pathetic cry as she rubbed
her sore nipples.

Pulling her roughly toward him, he locked his gaze on hers
and started to sink into her body. The feeling of the broad head of his cock
pushing into her was one of the greatest pleasures of her life. She writhed and
gasped beneath him until he pinned her hips to the desk with his hands.

“Don't move.” Holding her, he stroked in and out with a
rhythm that had her moaning. Each thrust brought a different shift of his hips,
stroking over a different spot inside. “Kitten, you can come now.”

Blinking up at him, she raised herself up on her arms and
wrapped her hands around his neck. Effortlessly, he picked her up from the desk
and slammed her back into the wall hard enough to rattle the pictures. The
orgasm hit her hard and fierce as he pounded into her, his pelvis scraping over
her clit. She muffled her screams against his chest, digging her nails into his
back as he growled.

Little aftershocks shook her as he slowed his strokes, short
jabs that had her panting. “My Kitten,” he whispered against her ear. “I think
we can make you come again.”

Tracing his face with her fingertips, she gave herself over
to him completely. His body felt so good beneath her hands, and she loved the
way he squeezed her hips. She also loved the way he watched her so carefully,
each move designed to torment her into a higher state of arousal.

“Play with your clit while I fuck you.”

Slipping her hand between them, she pinched the swelling
bundle of nerves, amazed at how quickly she was ready to come again. Usually it
took a lot of work to coax a second orgasm from her body, but with Devon, there
seemed to be an endless supply of pleasure. His psychic energy brushed over
her, and she gasped as she felt an echo of his desire. It was stronger, more
intense than what she’d experienced before.

“What was that?” She hissed and arched into his hands.

“Me, you're feeling me.” Each word was punctuated by a
brutal thrust of his hips. “My spirit entering you, just like my cock.”

The echo of what he was feeling almost threw her into a
state of frenzy. “Gods, Devon. Come with me please.”

The last thing she saw before her eyes closed was his
utterly satisfied smile. The world reduced to the movements of his cock inside
of her, the burning echo of his desire, and her complete trust in him. Energy
burned between them and she rubbed herself shamelessly against him.

“Almost there,” she whispered, the words coming out in a
slur.

His teeth sank into her shoulder, and that pain gave her
what she needed. Her stomach muscles contracted, and her whole body grew so
tense she felt as though she was going to break. White-hot pleasure filled her
as he yelled, and his cock began to jerk inside of her. So good. Her pussy
gripped him with each spurt, and his fingers sank into her hips. Slowly, the
spasms eased enough for her to hear a pounding on the door.

“Captain?” a voice shouted from the other side.

“Everything is fine,” Devon roared and chuckled when she
jumped in his arms. Still inside of her, he carried her over to the couch and
gently withdrew himself.

“Are you sure?” the voice yelled from the other side of the
door again.

If she hadn't been close to passing out from pleasure, she
would have been hiding her face in embarrassment. Dress still bunched around
her hips, a light sheen of sweat on her body, and tears drying on her cheeks,
she must look a mess. She didn’t care in the slightest bit.

“We’re fine!” Devon yelled and slammed his fist on the door.
“If I have to come out there, I'm going to kick your ass.”

Muffled laughter came through the door, and she realized
they were teasing him. Covering her face with her hands, she groaned and turned
her face to the worn leather of the couch. How many people had heard her
screaming?

With a sigh, Devon picked her up in his arms and lay back on
the couch with her. They sank into the worn leather together, and she leaned up
on her elbows, scowling down at him. Now that her post-orgasm bliss was fading
a bit the laughter coming from the hallway pissed her off. Great, now his
coworkers thought she was a hussy.

Laughing, he rubbed his thumb between her eyebrows, trying
to smooth the line there. “Now why do I deserve that look after giving you two
fantastic orgasms?”

Trying to ignore her blush, she said, “Your entire office
heard us.”

He smiled and pulled her face down for a gentle kiss. “Shan,
no one will say anything to you.”

“Yeah, right.” She snorted, but couldn't help relaxing as
his teeth nibbled along her jaw.

“If anyone even looks at you wrong, I'll kill them.” His
rough growl seemed to vibrate through her bones.

What he said made her feel better, but she didn't want him
to see it, so she laid her head down on his chest and listened to his
heartbeat. Her nipples still throbbed from their rough treatment, and her body
felt well used and utterly spent. The high she got from being submissive to
Devon wasn’t anything like she had ever experienced before. Her body was at
once completely relaxed and buzzing. “That's sweet of you to offer, but I don't
think killing the other guards would be a good idea.”

His chuckle vibrated through his chest, and she sighed
happily. “So sassy, whatever am I going to do with you?”

Yawning, she relaxed further and said, “If we don't move,
I'm going to fall asleep.”

“Please do. I love holding you like this. All warm and
soft.” His fingers trailed over her back before pulling the faded Washington
Redskins blanket off the back of the couch. The warmth settled over her, and
she relaxed into a boneless puddle on his chest. “Thank you for trusting me.”

“You're welcome.” Following the same gentle pace of his
fingers, she stroked her hands over his shoulders and chest. “We really should
get up.”

“Hush. You've had a long day,” he said and began to hum
softly. Almost a rough purr, the gentle melody washed over her and pulled her
down into sleep.

Shan blinked against the strong sunlight filtering through
the high canopy of an unfamiliar tropical forest. A humid breeze brushed
against her skin and filled her lungs. The chattering of monkeys and the sweet
trills of birdsongs filled the air. Standing, she stretched and felt the
unfamiliar flick of a tail.

The slick black leather of Kitty Noir encased her body, and
her clawed feet dug into the rich soil of the forest.
Crap, it’s one of those dreams
.
Fear made her heart thud, but it was mixed with excitement. The dream had the
same clarity of the real world, but everything was enhanced by her cat senses.
Mentally checking her shields, she made sure they were locked down tight.

She tried to get her bearings, searching for the reason she
was here. Nothing out of the ordinary caught her eye, so she used her enhanced
hearing. Soft footfalls in the distance, heavier than that of the other jungle
creatures, boomed dully as whatever the creature was moved closer. Sniffing,
she could detect no foul odor that she had come to associate with evil.

Moving with liquid grace, she tuned in on the footfalls and
stalked through the undergrowth. Long ferns brushed through her hair and
tickled over her skin. Grimacing, she tugged at the short skirt of her outfit.
While it was super cute, it was not made for jumping fallen trees. Her muscles
hummed with energy, and she took a deep breath. There, a faint tang of musk in
the air.

Following the scent trail, she startled at the loud splash
of water and laughter. That laughter was familiar, blending with the husky
rumble of a male.

Barely breathing, she parted the fern in front of her just
enough to see. A beautiful waterfall cascaded off a sheer cliff face and down
into a pool of unbelievably blue water. Dark, smooth stones surrounded the pool
and turned it into a natural bath.

A flash of movement caught her eye, and she blushed to the
tips of her cat ears. Daisy stood waist-deep, naked in the pool, caressing her breasts.
She gave someone on the other side of the pool a seductive smile, and Shan tore
her eyes away from her friend to follow Daisy’s line of sight. Had she stumbled
into one of Daisy's wet dreams?

Feeling like a Peeping Tom, she bit back a gasp. A handsome
Asian man stood at the other end of the pool. He was very naked and very well
endowed. Well, at least Daisy had good taste in fantasy men. Or was he a
fantasy man? Maybe he was going to hurt Daisy, and Shan had been brought here
to stop him.

Leaping from the edge, he dove into the water, barely making
a splash. Shan hesitated, unsure what to do as Daisy laughed and waited. She
obviously wanted the man to come for her, and she didn't appear to be in any
distress. In fact, she looked pretty happy.

Daisy screamed, and Shan leapt from her covering. Damn it,
her indecision had caused Daisy to be hurt. Running to the edge of the pool,
she stopped and swiftly turned her back. Daisy had her hands wrapped around the
man's rigid cock and was giving him a good stroke.

“Damnation!” the man yelled as Daisy screamed again, this
time for real.

Turning back and darting a glance Daisy, Shan tried to
explain. “Sorry about that, Daisy. I…uh didn't…”

“Fool!” the man yelled and gathered Daisy into his arms.
“They are using you to track her.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Shan?” Daisy said as she clung to the man, shivering. With
a muttered curse, he pulled them both under the water. There was a flash of
light, and then the pool was empty.

Stunned, Shan rubbed her eyes and winced as she almost
blinded herself with a claw. A slimy energy crawled over her body and drew a
shiver from deep in her spine. The scent of decay blew over the pool, and she
wrinkled her nose a moment before the sky began to darken. In the distance, a
great rumble silenced the birds in the trees.

Tension made her legs tremble as she crouched down and
flexed her claws. Trying to look everywhere at once, she slunk back toward the
base of a giant tree. High above her, a monkey hooted and squealed before going
silent. Smart animals took to the high ground when a predator was present.

Chewing her lip, she glanced at her claws and back at the
tree trunk. The rumble came again, this time from a different part of the
jungle, but closer. That decided her. The tips of her claws easily sank into
the bark of the tree as she climbed the massive trunk. Reaching the second
layer of sturdy limbs, she stopped and crouched.

The stench of decay tickled her nose again, and she tried to
breathe through her mouth. That wasn't much better because now she could taste
the rot. It brought to mind the smell of a container of hamburger that had been
forgotten for a few months in the refrigerator. In the canopy above her, a
small gray monkey watched her with expressive golden-brown eyes.

A low, blaring roar sounded, deep enough to rattle her
teeth. The monkey fled, and she wondered if she should follow him. Shielding as
tight as she could, she decided to wait. The fear of the unknown was always
worse than reality. At least she hoped that was true.

“Over here!” a woman yelled from nearby.

The shotgun-loud cracks of snapping tree limbs echoed
against the muffled roar of the waterfall. Completely frozen, Shan held her
breath as a tall brunette woman in a skintight blue dress led three monstrous
dogs toward the pool. She couldn't make out the woman’s face, just the hint of
her profile beyond her jet-black curls. The snout of each dog protruded out in
a way that reminded her of a crocodile’s jaws. They sniffed and snapped at each
other as the woman led them closer to the pool. Shan’ body tingled as the hair
on her arms stood up. A wave of rot rose around the woman and her beasts.

“So
this is where he's been hiding her,”
a man called out. The words
ricocheted around in her mind, filled with moaning screams and cries of terror.

Clutching her limb, Shan tried to keep from falling off as
her anxiety spiked to panic. A quick glance in the direction of his voice
showed her the back of a man with dark skin wearing a shimmering black toga.
The fabric seemed to mist and crawl around his body like oily smoke.

Power rolled off him, buzzing against her skin in a burning
sting. He shouted a strange word, and the pool emptied of water. She sucked in
air through her nose and trembled.
How
did he do that
?

His roar of anger vibrated through the forest. Suddenly her
hiding spot in the tree didn't seem so safe. If he could make a pool full of
water vanish, he could do the same to the tree. Would she die from the fall to
the forest floor, or would she live long enough to be eaten by one of those
horrible dogs?

“He's on the run now, Master,” the woman said in a soothing
voice. “It won't be long until he makes another mistake. We have to get to her
before Zachary does. We can't let him see her memories.”

The tall man stood on the edge of the pool. The air flexed
against her shields as his energy skimmed over her. So powerful. She now
understood that she had no idea what real power was. Whatever he was, he wasn't
human, not even close.

“Something
is off here,”
the man said and slowly strode around the edge of the empty
pool.
“There is the lingering signature
of a Creation God, but I don't know if it's from the High Priestess's daughter
or her protector.”

The rough bark of the tree pressed uncomfortably into her
cheek, but Shan didn't dare move. She barely even breathed. She now knew why
animals froze with fear. Her mind had shut down to a primal state as it
struggled to think of a way to stay alive. The woman's voice came from directly
below her.

“I know this aura... I can't quite put my finger on it, but
I've felt it before in the mortal world.”

Shan was unprepared for the blast of energy that boomed
through the world without warning. It was immense, overwhelming, and she had no
more hope of surviving it than an ant could survive being stomped by an
elephant. The shock of his power had Shan moaning into her arm, trying to
stifle the scream. So much fury, so much hurt, it wounded her soul. Limp
against the branch, she barely had the energy to flinch as another power
brushed against her. It cocooned her from the man's power, wrapping around her
like cotton and making everything muzzy.

“It
can't be,”
the man said in a whisper that somehow managed to scream
through her mind.
“They couldn't have
hidden her from me all this time.”

The woman's voice shook with fear as she said, “Who,
Master?”

Warmth, peace, and a gentle strength blotted out the man's
fearsome energy entirely, and Shan panted in relief. Energy as cool and
powerful as a rushing river pushed back the stinging burn of the man's power,
and her body began to lighten, to become insubstantial. Her mind slipped the
tethers of the dream as the man's power battered at the shields surrounding her
spirit. His inarticulate roars of rage rent the very sky in great bolts of
blood-red lightning. Inside her mind, a woman whispered,
“Wake up, Shan.”

The man's screams of wrath echoed and rebounded until they
filled her world but as a bright light blinded her the sounds of his rage began
to fade.

****

Maria screamed as Epiales tore through her mind, searching
her memories in a firestorm of rage. She burned from the inside out, and her
body ached with desire. The pain was so good, so pure. No one could hurt her
like her god. A hard and fast orgasm ripped through her as he found what he was
looking for in her memories.

It took her a moment to gather her thoughts enough to open
her eyes in the real world. She lay in the middle of her sweat-soaked bed,
naked and limp in a tangle of sheets. Above her, a black mist coiled and flexed
over her body. She held her hands up with an eager smile and slid her fingers
through the burning mist.

“Zachary's
daughter lives.”

Shock raced a path through her blood like ice. “Impossible!
I went to the funeral. Liu and the child were buried together. Neither survived
your attack.”

“Obviously
she did. She was the one with us in the Spirit Realm.”

Instead of punishing Maria with pain, Epiales pulled back
until she could no longer feel his presence. For her, his abandonment was
torture. Tears welled in her eyes, and she held her hands out in a beseeching
gesture. “Please, Master. Please let me make this right! I'll find her and kill
her myself! I'll—” An invisible hand choked off her words, and she struggled to
breathe.

“You
will never succeed in killing her with her mentor around.”

He sent an image into her oxygen-starved mind—Devon with the
silly little Asian girl in the Temple of Aphrodite. She would have hissed and
cursed if she’d had enough air to breathe. She took in a ragged breath and
coughed as the invisible hand disappeared. With the memory still frozen in her
mind, she looked past the girl's elaborate makeup and focused on her features.
How could she have missed it? The girl looked almost exactly like Zachary's
wife, Liu. She had a bit of her father's features in her chin and facial shape,
but the stamp of her mother's genetics were as clear as could be.

Panic had her sitting up in bed. “How can this be? If
Zachary finds out she is alive, he'll stop harvesting the children for you.”
She wrung her hands together until her knuckles turned white.

From the darkness above her, little streamers of mist peeled
off. They slid in different directions out of the room through cracks around
her door and windows.

“You
must get her away from her mentor. Cause discord between them, separate them
and leave her vulnerable to us.”
His power flexed and surged
above her.
“Phthonus will help you.”

Maria sucked in her breath through her teeth as the
bone-chilling presence of another Greek Destruction God entered the room. She
lay flat on her bed with her face buried in the sheets. To be in the presence
of two gods was almost more than her mortal body could handle. As a favorite of
Epiales, she had special powers and protections, but nowhere near enough to
look at two gods without going insane.

A man's voice, filled with mocking venom, rent the air.
“Brother, how may I help you?”

She had no idea what was said between them. The words were
spoken in a language not meant for human ears. Blood trickled from her nose and
wet her lips with its hot coppery taste as she pressed her hands to her ears
and strained to shut their voices out.

Epiales’ burning power rushed through her and healed the
damage caused by their words. She wept in gratitude and groveled before him. No
matter how bad he hurt her, he always healed her so he could hurt her some
more.

“My
High Priestess, open yourself to Phthonus’ gift.”

She lowered her shields and screamed as an immense power
left a small piece of itself in her mind. The essence of jealousy and envy
burrowed into her mind until it became a part of her. Suddenly she knew exactly
what to do in order to break apart Devon and Shan, how to manipulate the weak
little girl into running away from her protector like a scared rabbit. The
sensation of the other god vanished, and she was left alone with Epiales.