A Taste Of Beyond
Book Two of "Sleeping In Our Bed" Series
She
was here. I could feel it.
So many times her presence had touched me like a
soft breeze teasing the hairs on my bare arm. Or a scent of wildflowers so
faint it felt like part of a dream. Why, why would she choose to invade my
senses so cruelly, like a beautiful doll in a glass you could see but not
touch? I think I hated her.
So I decided to ignore her. Acted like it didn’t
matter. I went to my bedroom, and stripped off quickly. Stepping in the shower,
I turned it on icy cold. I needed that to still the fires burning in my blood,
to keep me sane. Just knowing she was close, got that fever raging in me again.
She knew the strength of my werewolf powers, knew I could tell from a mile that
she was near me. The torment was almost unbearable.
I
want you, Dane.
Damnit! Now she was inside my mind, her voice a low,
breathy whisper. Witch, she would drive me insane if she could. Resisting the
urge to smash my fist into the tiled wall, I strove for calm, inhaling deep and
hard. For months, she’d stayed away. Not even a flicker of her essence had I
traced. And now she had returned, perhaps for just another tantalizing dance
around in my head – and in my bed - then it’ll be over.
“Go away, Malyssa. Just..go,” I said out loud,
shutting my eyes as the spray of water fell, the steam fairly hissing as the
cool water touched my heated skin. I pushed away the wet hair from my face,
head thrown back. I tried to listen for any retort, but my mind was a blank. A
sigh escaped me, yet I wasn’t sure if it was in relief, or regret. If she’d
left, then she’d never meant to stay. My words would have made no difference.
I snatched a towel from the rack and dried myself
off quickly. I was reaching for my silk robe to slip into, when her voice
stopped me.
“No.”
I whipped around, and there she lay, draped along my
bed. Her skin glowed like burnished toffee against the white of the sheets. She
too was naked, all of her bared to my devouring, disbelieving gaze. Her dark,
curly hair pooled around her beautiful face, the tendrils reaching down to
partly cover her high, rounded breasts with their chocolate nubs pointed and
inviting. One knee was bent, half shielding the triangle nest between her long,
shapely thighs. I couldn’t tear my gaze from the beauty of her, no more than I
could stop my own body from reacting with such a force it almost made me
tremble. I would have ripped her to pieces in my ardour, if I was unwise enough
to fly to her then.
But no, I stood back, waited for the fever in my
blood to recede, let the human element in me have the time to catch up and take
control. She saw how much I struggled, and stayed quite still. I knew she could
disappear in an instant if she sensed she could be in any danger. For that
reason, at least, I was glad for her teleporting abilities.
“Do not dress, Dane,” she murmured, continuing her
last sentence like those dangerous last few moments hadn’t just passed. My
nostrils flared as her fresh hot scent, potent and feminine, tugged at me. Her
voice, musical and with that foreign clipped lilt I loved so much to hear, told
me she was all real, not some mere shadow. She was really there, in my bed,
waiting for me...
“You know I like to look at you,” she added, a
corner of her lips lifting as she saw how turgid my traitorous cock had become,
the hands at my sides fairly twitching as if longing to cup something: her
swaying breasts which danced so temptingly before me, or the soft, curving
swell of her hips and ass.
In fact, my whole body throbbed and ached and
tightened for her; the balls of my sac felt heavy with the seed I longed to
pour deep within her once I was done. And yet – my heart felt chilled. Because
I knew this was less than what I wanted. A toss with her in my bed – sweet yet
temporal, was not going to be enough. Not anymore.
“I think you’ve looked quite enough, haven’t you?” I
replied, as I calmly took up my robe, shrugged into it, and belted it tightly,
pointedly. I saw her dark brown eyes flash in irritation, her first show of
anger. I went on, “Just how many times have you sneaked in here, spying on me?”
Swinging her feet off the bed, she arose, tall and
proud, with her pinched-in waist and beautiful breasts, the tiny vee of curls
between her curvy thighs hiding nothing of her secrets from me. She came to
stand in front of me, almost chin to chin, her expression far from pleased.
“You know I’d never do that, spy on you,” she snapped, then when I huffed, she
added with a shrug, “Okay, so maybe I looked in once in a while when you are
sleeping.”
Her eyelashes were cast down, shielding her beneath their black
curtains. “I couldn’t help it. Sometimes, when I miss you, more than usual, I
find I must come to you. And watching you sleep...it calms me. And then other
times, even though I’m not here physically, I..I’m with you through my thoughts
and dreams. I always knew that you heard me, and felt me, too.”
“All the time,” I murmured in agreement, forgetting
to be mad at her after her confession, and I allowed myself to lift a hand to
her soft hair, running through it to hold her in place while I bent to kiss
her. It was the first stupid thing I did. The moment our lips touched, there
was a surge within me so forceful I all but crushed her soft, firm, willing
body to mine.
I probed her hot sweetness, relishing in the thrilling flavour that
was distinctly hers, groaning as she kissed me back just as passionately, her
arms circling my shoulders. It seemed a boundless eternity before we drew
apart, and I could hear her heart pounding, almost as hard as mine, both beats
blending as one in my ears.
And then I did the next dumb thing. I said, “Stay
with me, Malyssa. Be mine, and not just for tonight. I will protect you ...”
She was already shaking her head, even while her
fingers slowly began to undo the knot at my waist. “It is forbidden, Dane...you
and I... Even now, I risk everything, just being here. But I need you so much.”
This she said with lips pressed to the pulsing cord
at my throat, her tongue lapping at the beads of moisture there, tearing a moan
from me as her hand slipped past the folds of my robe to span the rearing
thickness of my cock. I felt branded by her, almost like with every touch she
left a mark that I would carry with me everywhere, and everyone would know that
I was hers, taken by her witchery. Lord knows I was already well under her
spell...
My hand seized her wrist, my grip not unkind, yet a
small wince crossed her beautifully delicate features. I made myself remember
my own strength, reminded myself that every moment I lost control was dangerous
to both of us. I’d never forgive myself if I ever got careless and caused her
harm.
“How can you need me,” I rasped, barely able to grit
out the words, “And yet not want me? Because I know that if you wanted to, you
could be mine completely – as I am yours!”
An impatient sigh hissed from her lips; she tugged
out of my hold. “You never seem to understand, Dane,” she said angrily, half
turning from me. And yet, there was such serenity in her profile, in the
striking arch of her cheekbones, her nose proud, pretty, her lips enticing me
with their fullness.
“I am bound by my vows; you know this. If anyone
even found out what I feel, I would be turned from my people, my powers
stripped from me. Is that what you
want?” she asked, facing me again, her eyes holding mine with piercing directness.
I cared not that she was making sense; I saw no logic in her reasoning, not
with the need that felt like it would crush me beneath its weight.
“What I want...,” I echoed, my hands falling from
her. There was an emptiness inside, like something vital had been carved out of
me. If things went on this way, I would become but an empty shell. I knew I had
the capacity to love, and deeply too. I needed to pour it all out to Malyssa,
for she had drawn up this well of feeling within me from the time we had met. But
maybe it was time I sought another object for my affections...
