Nightmares and Daydreams (The Blood Falls Book 4)

“Quickly. It will warm you up.” I exposed my throat to her as shivers wracked my body and hers.

Her bite was fast and hard. Painful. I loved it. The simple act of sharing my blood with her was enough to begin my own thawing process.

“That’s right. Be greedy. You know how I like it.”

She moaned against my skin, drinking even harder. The sauna didn’t get used as much as it should, but for today I made sure it was hot and ready for our return. I pulled on the handle, letting a wave of steam out before I spun us inside. With a shudder she released me. “Where are we?”

“The sauna under the house.” I ripped off the fine wedding clothes, exposing her beautiful breasts and the pulsing vein in her throat. I wanted her so desperately I could hear her heartbeat.

“Well there goes that outfit.”

“Only meant to be worn once anyway. I need you.”

“Oh! Yes, of course!” She threw her head back and braced.

My hunger for her was greater than usual and my bite was probably harder than she expected, but after the initial gasp of shock she gripped me hard and moaned. Her breasts filled my palms as I rested my thumb along the vein I loved so much. I felt the power of my blood mixing with hers in each pulse.

“Yes. There. Touch me.” She arched into my hands.

So I did as she asked, massaging and then teasing. I licked away. “Feeling sensitive today?” Her breath was already hot and fast from just a few touches of my hand…and that made me very excited.

“Y-yes.”

“Good. I have plans for you.”

“Just me?”

I gave her nipples a pinch and a tug. “Just you.” I guided us to the wall where a small step stool stood a foot off the wall. “Up you go.”

“Am I going on display?”

That and so much more. “You are. Give me your hands.” I tugged on the rope attached to the wall near the ceiling. Rhysa’s eyes widened as I wrapped it carefully around her wrists. “Good? Give it a tug.”

She twisted and pulled, a combination of excitement and anxiety flashing in her eyes. “Yes. It’s good.”

“Don’t worry,” I whispered as I dropped kisses down her throat and shoulder. “You’re going to love it.” I stepped back to enjoy my handwork. Rhysa on a tiny platform, strung up to the wall of the sauna, her skin glistening from the heat and humidity. We just needed one more thing. “For your pleasure.” I produced a set of chains. At the end of each one was a clamp. I slid it onto the hook in the wall just in front of her.

“Oh my goodness,” she sucked in a breath. “You were in my dreams last week?”

I blushed. Just a little. “I didn’t realize that was what was happening at the time. I thought I was having that dream. It felt off, but I couldn’t figure out why. So here you go, my love. Dream come true.” The only difference was that her dream took place at the Falls. She fantasized that I clamped her and chained her to the rock face beneath the falls just before fucking her senseless.

“I think I’m really, really turned on right now.”

I fisted my thick, heavy cock so she could see what she’d done to me. “Oh, you very much are.”

Her eyes rounded and she gulped. “No edging me today. I won’t be able to take it.”

“Don’t worry. That’s another game entirely.” I intended to enjoy this fantasy to its fullest. No others needed.

She hissed as I clamped one nipple, then the other. “I’m having doubts about that third one.”

“I’m not. Just relax. If it’s too much I can take it right off.” Her front clit was already swollen and ready, making it easy to place the clamp around it. More than likely it would slip off at some point, but for now it had a job to do. I would take care of the rest.

“A-are you going to do…all of it?”

Her dream was quite extensive and we didn’t have time for all of it today. Not with the reception getting ready to kick off in an hour. “Today is an appetizer. We’ll see how it goes. If you like it, we can give it another go with the rest.”

She visibly relaxed. “I like that.”

“Good.” I gave her perfect, supple ass a smack. “Now relax and trust me to take care of you.”

“Yes, Dray.”

My dick bobbed at those words. Right near her pussy. The stool put her in the exact right position so I wouldn’t need to bend my knees the whole time to get down to her. “How are the clamps?”

“Just right.”

“And your wrists?” I wanted to be inside her so badly, but not until I knew we wouldn’t have any interruptions.

“Good.”

Fucking excellent. I put my hand in her hair and made a fist, drawing her head back until her chest moved, too. The clamps held. She hissed again. “Too much?”

“Nope. Just right. I like it.”

“Then I guess I better give you the next part of your fantasy.” I eased the head of my cock inside her wet heat. Watched as her body stretched to what seemed like its absolute limit just shy of my crown. While I waited I gave her hair another tug. Like magic, she stretched, taking me inside with a moan that shook the sauna.

Relief flooded me just before the first hit of pleasure. There was really nothing like being inside Rhysa—even if it was just the first inch or two. It was enough. As our bodies began to move the clamps tugged on each nipple and her clit, giving her even more pleasure to handle. I made it my job to get moving in such a way that her breasts swung so that the pleasure was continuous.

It was the gift that kept on giving because each time the clamps pulled her nipples, her inner muscles squeezed tight around my dick. And the wetter she got, the more the arousal opened her to me until I finally slid home deep inside her core. Electric pleasure surged through me the moment my entire cock was surrounded by nothing but her.

“Warm now?” she panted and moaned.

“Absolutely. I love being buried in you. As always, you take me so well, my love.”

“There’s nothing like being stretched by your cock. Nothing.”

I reached around to touch the bulge my dick created. Some samhain slept with the occasional human. I didn’t know how. Holding back so that we didn’t tear their limited human bodies apart seemed like torture to me. And not the fun kind. With Rhysa I could always be myself, always reach for that next level of pleasure.

I moved us back a few inches, until the chains reached their limits, and released her hair. Then I moved my hands down to her hips, using her body to fuck my dick. The clamps pulled at her nipples and clit each time I slid her back down on me, and relaxed when I eased her forward.

“You made me long today.”

“I like your setup.”

She was right. Length would be advantageous in this particular fantasy. So I pulled out to the head of my cock, enjoying the pulse of her empty core begging to be filled again. I also took a moment to enjoy the sight of her nipples pulled tight by the clamps. Then I started in on the next part of her dream: fucking her good and hard.

I made sure to pull almost completely out each time, and slam as hard and deep as I could. It made her entire body sway, including her breasts. Plus it sent shockwaves from my dick, through my balls, up my spine, and down to my toes. One pleasurable jolt after another. It made me greedy. Made me want more and more. Her wet pussy swallowed me up and called for even more. The ache of growing for her sent a second wave of pleasure through me that pulsed in an entirely different way. The ache called to me. Made me fuck her harder, made me need to hear her climax. Without it I wouldn’t be whole.

“Fuck, you’re so big!” she gasped. “So deep! Don’t stop!”

I kept pounding. The clit clamp released and clanked against the wall. I loved knowing I fucked her hard enough to shake one loose.

“Oh! Oh! Oh!”

Hearing her get closer, I pounded faster until her moans turned to screams. Then I buried myself as deep as I could go and forced her to come around me. Each pulse drew up my balls. Each clamp of her muscles made me push just a little deeper.

“Fuck, you made me come so hard!” she gasped.

“And you’ll do it again.” I pulled out one inch at a time, and then pushed back in just as slowly.

“Fuck me already!”

So I did. I pounded her hard, hooking one hand around her hip to maximize the impact.

“Yes! Harder!” she screamed.

I pushed inside deep and stopped because I wanted to feel those pulses again. I liked the changes in pace. Mostly I preferred the hard fucking, the pounding drumbeat of pleasure through my body, but changing things up to enjoy her body pulsing for more of me was a different kind of pleasure.

“I said harder!” She almost sounded like she was crying.

“Feel this first. All of me. Remember what you’re full of when I’m fucking you. All of this.”

She whimpered.

I reached up, wrapping my fingers around her throat, tilting her head back to look me in the eye. “I think I want to watch this part.” I fucked her slow, burying myself so deep that she gasped for air and her nipples were pulled tight. “Yes, here. I think I’ll be having you just like this.”

Her eyes widened and a low moan erupted out of her as I cocked my hips and withdrew my erection, all while the clamps were pulled to their limit.

Then back deep. Then out again. I did this until she trembled.

Then I took her hard. Fast. Relentlessly. “I won’t stop until I feel you come, Rhysa, so this is all up to you.” She loved these mind games and I was happy to give them to her. “So take as much as you want. When you want it to end, you know what to give me.”

Her moans didn’t stop after that. Just one unending chorus of sounds that punctuated the air each time I filled her up, and a gasp for air each time my hips swung away. Her eyes rolled up into her head but I didn’t let her go. I watched her muscles contract, her red, swollen nipples tug against the clamps, and the flush that crept over her skin.

“Fuck!” she screamed as her orgasm hit. She squeezed me so damn tight I saw stars. I slammed home three more times as my balls pulled tight then slammed home hard with a growl. My orgasm barreled down my dick and exploded deep inside, coating us both in the heat and added pleasure chemicals that came from her arousal mixing with mine. “Oh yes. Oh yes.”

Her orgasm kept rolling, squeezing more and more out of me until we both finally sagged against the wall, spent and high on pleasure.

Gigi had outdone herself. She might have done it to hide from her troubles, but I had to admit that, regardless of the reasons, she threw one hell of a party. The house and lawn were all decorated with lights, ribbons, and flowers. It was like being inside a fairytale. Even in my suit I felt under and overdressed at the same time. Over dressed for lounging on the pillows and sipping champagne. Under dressed for the opulence that dripped from every surface.

Bethany beamed. The smile never left her face. And I thought Sun might burst from pride. They never separated, not even for a moment.

The happiness was infectious. Leena and Atsila danced and laughed. Kris and Rain cuddled in a corner talking and feeding each other. Even Ender and Aethel seemed to have called a truce. I almost stumbled when he asked her for a dance and she accepted.

“The good vibes have infected us all,” Rhysa murmured as she snuggled into my side. “Even Rever is smiling.”

And sure enough, the grouchy Gatlin stood by the fire grinning at Ivy. “Bridge doesn’t look so happy though.”

Rhysa sighed. “She finally broke up with them.”

Them being Max, Kat, and Ronan. I may have growled a little. “She might be lonely now but that will change.”

Rhysa laughed because she knew how I felt about Ronan in particular. Whatever made my little sister happy, I was all for, but not that male. There was something off about him. He had a restless unhappiness that took others down with him, and I would not watch my sister drown in someone else’s despair. So yeah. I was damn happy they were broken up now.

“You’re a good big brother, even if you are a little over the top.”

“I am not over the top.”

“You are. But that’s what we love about you.” She patted my arm like it would shut me up. “This is nice. I’m glad we had this opportunity to forget about swords and realities for a little while. I think it will do everyone some good.”

“Rhysa,” I growled. “You forget the power of words.” Let alone thoughts. The wedding created a powerful connection to the Plane. Even mentioning the war to come could conjure the unthinkable.

She blanched. “Sorry.”

But it was already too late. Intentional or not, her words put a crack in the safety of the day. I felt the shift as soon as she said it. But then something very, very strange happened. Everything in front of me flashed. Black, light, black, light. For a moment I saw a scene. The house filled with wedding guests disappeared and was replaced by a dark place with shadowy figures.  What looked like a pirate ship with tattered sales appeared front and center. It floated in the air above us, a chain linked to an anchor hooked to a low stone wall. Swords flashed as light hit the metal. A sound that made my skin crawl echoed through the night air. And then they launched themselves over the side of the ship. Not human. Familiar, similar, but not samhain either. They were…not alive. I don’t think.

And then with another flash of black and light, I was back, standing still in the middle of the room.

Rhysa gripped my arm, her nails digging through the fabric as she gasped for air. “Did—did you see that?”

My heart beat hard and fast. My palms began sweating with the need to hold Dreadnought. What the hell was that?

“I don’t know,” Rhysa whispered. “It felt…real.”

It sure as shit did. “Has that ever happened to you before?”

She shook her head. “Nothing like that. It was like I was suddenly somewhere else. What were those things?”

An excellent question. “More importantly, where were those things?”

She shook her head some more, then went very, very still. “Was that a pirate ship floating in the air? We had to be hallucinating.”

“It was definitely a ship floating in the air. If we were hallucinating, we did it together.” The wedding party continued around us as if nothing happened. Bethany laughed and Aethel danced. It was all so normal and happy. “They’re coming for us. I felt it.”

“So did I,” she whispered. “I don’t know why. I just know they were about to hunt us.”

“Well at least our instincts are in sync.” It was a small consolation, but it was something. “Was it the present or the future we just saw?”

“Future-sight,” she muttered. “It was the future all right.”

I liked her confidence. “How far in the future?” Did we have hours or days?

Rhysa cocked her head as her eyes unfocused. “It didn’t feel close, if that makes any sense. I think we have time.”

I glanced around the house, at all the people inside. So happy. For a little while the future didn’t exist. I wouldn’t disturb that peace. “As soon as the stories are told.” We would already be gathered. It was the perfect time to tell all the Houses that it was time. “By then we’ll have done all we can do.”

She nodded slowly. “I just hope it’s enough.”

“It will be,” I said firmly, pulling her into my arms. I couldn’t help but fist her hair and hold her close. “It will be.”