Page 34 of Lies Within the Darkest Tower

Then…

Well then, I guess if I was lucky, I’d be sent back to Edred and punished. And with my luck, he’d figure out how to keep myindiscretiona secret so he could still sell my hand in marriage for an advantageous alliance.

I closed my eyes on my desires laid bare in front of me and tried to force myself to turn away. Watching Lark and those men wasn’t a fantasy. It was a way to torture myself, showing me what I yearned for and could never have.

But someone stepped up close behind me, startling me before I could leave, and I froze, my eyes snapping open and locking again on the three men pleasuring Lark.

“Like what you see?” a masculine voice, edged with a playful hint of amusement, murmured in my ear.

His breath feathered across my cheek and neck, sending a shiver of need rushing straight to my core, as my pulse lurched into a rapid tattoo. I’d been caught. Was the dream going to punish me for peeping?

“I ah…” Heat blazed across my cheeks and I tried to jerk away, but he clasped his hands over mine, securing me to the fence and boxing me in with his arms, making me hyperaware of how big he was — just like all the fae men I’d encountered so far.

Unable to escape, I dropped my gaze, instinct kicking in and making me behave demurely. “I didn’t mean to pry.”

“You’re not,” he murmured, hooking a finger under my chin and urging me to look up again.

I didn’t fight him, but I didn’t open my eyes, either.

“If Lark wanted privacy, she’d have picked one of the fully walled-in rooms. But she doesn’t care if someone watches and two of her mates get excited at the thought. This room, wheresomeone can peek but isn’t out in the open, is her compromise with the two of her mates who are more modest.” He chuckled. “It’s all right to watch. It’s all right to be excited by watching.”

Lark released a long, sensual moan, and my eyelids flickered open of their own volition. One of the men still sucking on her breasts had slid two fingers inside her, while the other one rubbed her sensitive nub.

“Blaze really likes to watch.” He nudged my chin, turning my attention to the man on the couch. He’d fully freed his large, thick erection, and was gripping it tightly. “He’ll try and hold out for as long as possible, working himself up but refusing to come until he’s buried inside her. Which with this being the first time in a season that he’s been able to be in the Garden in physical form with her, isn’t going to be long.”

The thought sent another shudder rushing through me. He — Blaze — practically vibrated with need, his body tight, his eyes filled with a hunger that promised an overwhelming assault of sensation when he finally broke and made love to her.

“Hmmm, you like that,” the man behind me purred… and for some reason his purr didn’t scare me like it had with all the other fae men. It turned me on.

But then I was watching sensual, erotic lovemaking, and we were in a private, intimate alcove. Perhaps this was what I needed to embrace my dream and fulfill desires I knew would never be fulfilled in real life.

“I like what that promises,” I replied.

“Hard and fast?”

“Powerful. Consuming.” Worshiped. Loved.

“You like to be dominated?” he asked, his breath caressing my cheek and neck again.

The thought of being dominated by Blaze made my core ache… but the thought of being dominated by someone like Edred twisted cold in my gut.

“Ah, it depends on the man,” he murmured, as if he’d heard my thoughts. And with this being a dream, he probably had. “Blaze’s kind of desire does require Lark to completely trust him. What about the others?”

My attention jumped from Blaze back to the bed where the man with the short brown hair was sensually sliding his fingers in and out of her. Her breath had picked up, her moans coming faster as her pleasure grew making my own desire swell.

The man who’d been kissing her before had traded places with the one who’d been sucking her nipples and she had her hands clenched in his hair as her body rocked with her rising need. Then she tensed and cried her release.

My need tightened in response, my body aching for that same kind of pleasure. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I leaned back against the man who’d captured me against the vine-covered fence, my body searching for its own release.

“Do you want me to touch you?” he asked, his voice soft with no hint of a predatory purr, giving me the sense that even though I was pressed against him, if I said no he wouldn’t do anything, and he wouldn’t press the matter and try to convince me.

But Ididwant him to touch me. I wanted him to make me feel how it looked like Lark was feeling. I wanted to satisfy the craving Talon had awoken that had filled my dream from the moment I’d opened my eyes in this beautiful, strange garden. I was never going to get anything so incredible in real life because sex wasn’t like that, and I wasn’t a woman that men desired, so I might as well get it in my dreams.

CHAPTER 22

Sage

“Yes,”I replied, my voice breathy and filled with yearning. “Touch me. Make me feel like that.”

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