Twilight Siege

8

I was surprisingly aware that I was in a dream, although I couldn’t remember ever feeling conscious in a dream before. As I glanced around, I realized we were in a bedroom, one that reminded me of a cabin I had stayed in years before with my boyfriend at the time. Wood paneling gave the place a rustic feel, but in contrast the bed was covered in a white, fluffy duvet that looked soft and inviting. When my eyes turned back to Lochlan, he was no longer wearing a shirt and he looked down at himself, almost in surprise. A nervous giggle slipped past my lips and at the sound his eyes came back to mine. Filled with intensity and heat, his predatory gaze cut my laugh short as air emptied from my lungs and my heart began to pound in my chest. Knowing it was a dream relaxed my nerves and gave me the courage I needed to overcome my fears. I could indulge in my fantasies without consequences and there was no way I was going to waste the opportunity. My eyes were drawn to his mouth-watering physique, starting with his perfectly sculpted broad shoulders, taught with tension. Slowly my gaze dropped to the solid planes of his chest and below to his narrow hips and the delicious V hinting at what was hidden beneath his faded jeans. His feral grunt drew me from my lust-filled haze and I watched as he charged in my direction. Just before his lips slammed down on mine, I took a shallow breath and reveled in the woodsy scent that was all Lochlan. Our hands were frantic to touch and memorize each other as our tongues tasted and savored. He lifted me in his arms and moved us to the bed, lowering us down to lay his large body over mine. We didn’t speak a single word as we explored each other’s bodies and allowed our sizzling chemistry to run its course. I lifted my pajama shirt between breathless kisses to reveal my bare breasts, swollen and aching for his touch. His intense eyes raked over me, taking in every curve and valley, before his hand cupped my breast and his deft fingers rolled over one of my pebbled n*****s. An electric bolt of pleasure shot straight to my core and I arched off the bed on a breathless gasp. His chest rumbled as his head dove down and he licked and sucked at my other n****e. Writhing beneath him, I was lost in the sensations he was stirring inside me. His enormously swollen c**k rubbed against my hip and it fueled the fire he had ignited inside of me. When his head lifted and his eyes met mine, I put every bit of pleading that I could into my eyes. Please… He lifted himself up off the bed and removed the fitted jeans to release his engorged shaft and solid thighs chorded with muscle. The sight of him standing above me naked jogged my memory to flashes of Ronan and the butterflies in my stomach turned putrid. No. This was not Ronan. This was my dream and I was in control and I would not let him take that from me. Before the fear could get the better of me, I slipped my pajama pants down over my hips and Lochlan pulled them from my feet, discarding them on the floor. He then brought his hands to my last scrap of clothing, my pink silk panties, and he pulled them achingly slowly down my legs as his eyes devoured me. My heart still pounding, I reached up and motioned for him to come back to me and he obliged. Dragging his body along mine, he lowered on top of me, little by little, until our mouths joined and I could feel the head of his shaft pressing at my entrance. I pulled my knees up, spreading myself wide for him. He lifted his head just enough for our eyes to lock and slowly, so slowly, he pressed inside me. I curved my back in response to the delicious fullness and his pace quickened, thrusting harder and faster into my soft flesh. Soon the quiet room was filled with moans and the sound of his hard body pounding into my wet arousal. Faster than ever before, my body began to quiver as intense pleasure built in my core, quickly approaching a breaking point that threatened to shatter me. One of his hands came to my breast and twisted my n****e almost painfully and it was exactly what I needed to send me hurtling over the cliff of orgasmic delight. At the same time, he growled my name, his c**k pulsing inside me. It was the only word either of us spoke throughout our time together and before the waves of pleasure had fully subsided, I woke on a gasp. “What is it? Becca, you okay?” Cat asked softly as we both sat up in the queen-sized bed we were sharing. I looked around the dimly lit room, attempting to orient myself to my surroundings. It had been a dream, and I had known that from the beginning, but it had engrossed me so thoroughly that my grasp on reality was muddled. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But I wasn’t fine. My heightened emotions had brought my magic to the surface and I recognized the feeling of my eyes going black. I squeezed my eyes shut and slid off the bed. “Just need to use the restroom, no problem.” Once I was safely inside the confines of the small water closet I looked in the mirror. My eyes were pitch black. I wanted to tell Cat about my transition, but I knew she’d be terrified so telling her when she was stuck in a hotel room with me was not how I wanted that conversation to go down. I went to the restroom and took several deep cleansing breaths then ensured that my eyes were back to brown before I rejoined Cat in the bedroom. She was already fast asleep again, softly snoring as I tucked myself back under the covers. I realized that in my fear of having my eyes discovered, I had forgotten about the dream that had triggered the change in my eyes. I had a scorching hot s*x dream about Lochlan while sleeping in a bed with my friend. Jesus. In the name of everything holy, please tell me I didn’t moan out loud or do something equally embarrassing. I hoped that since she was back asleep again so quickly I hadn’t done anything too terrible, but just the possibility was upsetting. Despite the dark room and the covers pulled up around my head, I buried my face in my hands with mortification. My response may have been embarrassing, but the dream had been epic. One I would not forget for a very long time, nor did I want to. It was what my night with Ronan should have been—an intimate connection with Lochlan. As far as I was concerned, I would do my best to replace those awful memories of Ronan with the images my sleeping mind had conjured of Lochlan. Just to be sure I didn’t forget them the way dreams often slipped from the mind like mist through the trees, I ran through the scene over and over as I drifted back to sleep.