A Taste of Beyond - Sleeping In Our Bed Series

2012-01-04T05:06:00.000-08:00

A Taste Of Beyond

Book Two of "Sleeping In Our Bed" Series

Shewas here. I could feel it.

So many times her presence had touched me like asoft breeze teasing the hairs on my bare arm. Or a scent of wildflowers sofaint it felt like part of a dream. Why, why would she choose to invade mysenses so cruelly, like a beautiful doll in a glass you could see but nottouch? I think I hated her.

So I decided to ignore her. Acted like it didn’tmatter. 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 thatshe was near me. The torment was almost unbearable.

Iwant 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 theurge to smash my fist into the tiled wall, I strove for calm, inhaling deep andhard. For months, she’d stayed away. Not even a flicker of her essence had Itraced. And now she had returned, perhaps for just another tantalizing dancearound 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 thecool 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. Asigh escaped me, yet I wasn’t sure if it was in relief, or regret. If she’dleft, then she’d never meant to stay. My words would have made no difference.

I snatched a towel from the rack and dried myselfoff quickly. I was reaching for my silk robe to slip into, when her voicestopped me.

“No.”

I whipped around, and there she lay, draped along mybed. Her skin glowed like burnished toffee against the white of the sheets. Shetoo was naked, all of her bared to my devouring, disbelieving gaze. Her dark,curly hair pooled around her beautiful face, the tendrils reaching down topartly cover her high, rounded breasts with their chocolate nubs pointed andinviting. 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 Icould stop my own body from reacting with such a force it almost made metremble. I would have ripped her to pieces in my ardour, if I was unwise enoughto fly to her then.

But no, I stood back, waited for the fever in myblood to recede, let the human element in me have the time to catch up and takecontrol. She saw how much I struggled, and stayed quite still. I knew she coulddisappear in an instant if she sensed she could be in any danger. For thatreason, at least, I was glad for her teleporting abilities.

“Do not dress, Dane,” she murmured, continuing herlast sentence like those dangerous last few moments hadn’t just passed. Mynostrils flared as her fresh hot scent, potent and feminine, tugged at me. Hervoice, musical and with that foreign clipped lilt I loved so much to hear, toldme 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, acorner 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: herswaying breasts which danced so temptingly before me, or the soft, curvingswell of her hips and ass.

In fact, my whole body throbbed and ached andtightened for her; the balls of my sac felt heavy with the seed I longed topour deep within her once I was done. And yet – my heart felt chilled. BecauseI knew this was less than what I wanted. A toss with her in my bed – sweet yettemporal, was not going to be enough. Not anymore.

“I think you’ve looked quite enough, haven’t you?” Ireplied, 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 ofanger. I went on, “Just how many times have you sneaked in here, spying on me?”

Swinging her feet off the bed, she arose, tall andproud, with her pinched-in waist and beautiful breasts, the tiny vee of curlsbetween her curvy thighs hiding nothing of her secrets from me. She came tostand 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, sheadded with a shrug, “Okay, so maybe I looked in once in a while when you aresleeping.”

Her eyelashes were cast down, shielding her beneath their blackcurtains. “I couldn’t help it. Sometimes, when I miss you, more than usual, Ifind I must come to you. And watching you sleep...it calms me. And then othertimes, even though I’m not here physically, I..I’m with you through my thoughtsand dreams. I always knew that you heard me, and felt me, too.”

“All the time,” I murmured in agreement, forgettingto be mad at her after her confession, and I allowed myself to lift a hand toher soft hair, running through it to hold her in place while I bent to kissher. It was the first stupid thing I did. The moment our lips touched, therewas a surge within me so forceful I all but crushed her soft, firm, willingbody to mine.

I probed her hot sweetness, relishing in the thrilling flavour thatwas distinctly hers, groaning as she kissed me back just as passionately, herarms circling my shoulders. It seemed a boundless eternity before we drewapart, and I could hear her heart pounding, almost as hard as mine, both beatsblending as one in my ears.

And then I did the next dumb thing. I said, “Staywith me, Malyssa. Be mine, and not just for tonight. I will protect you ...”

She was already shaking her head, even while herfingers slowly began to undo the knot at my waist. “It is forbidden, Dane...youand I... Even now, I risk everything, just being here. But I need you so much.”

This she said with lips pressed to the pulsing cordat my throat, her tongue lapping at the beads of moisture there, tearing a moanfrom me as her hand slipped past the folds of my robe to span the rearingthickness of my cock. I felt branded by her, almost like with every touch sheleft a mark that I would carry with me everywhere, and everyone would know thatI was hers, taken by her witchery. Lord knows I was already well under herspell...

My hand seized her wrist, my grip not unkind, yet asmall wince crossed her beautifully delicate features. I made myself remembermy own strength, reminded myself that every moment I lost control was dangerousto both of us. I’d never forgive myself if I ever got careless and caused herharm.

“How can you need me,” I rasped, barely able to gritout the words, “And yet not want me? Because I know that if you wanted to, youcould be mine completely – as I am yours!”

An impatient sigh hissed from her lips; she tuggedout of my hold. “You never seem to understand, Dane,” she said angrily, halfturning from me. And yet, there was such serenity in her profile, in thestriking arch of her cheekbones, her nose proud, pretty, her lips enticing mewith their fullness.

“I am bound by my vows; you know this. If anyoneeven found out what I feel, I would be turned from my people, my powersstripped from me. Is that what youwant?” 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, notwith the need that felt like it would crush me beneath its weight.

“What I want...,” I echoed, my hands falling fromher. There was an emptiness inside, like something vital had been carved out ofme. If things went on this way, I would become but an empty shell. I knew I hadthe 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. Butmaybe it was time I sought another object for my affections...

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A Taste of Beyond - Sleeping In Our Bed Series