Page 36 of Lies Within the Darkest Tower

A chill rushed through me. Would he stop if I said I hadn’t? Was this how the dream was going to turn into a nightmare. Except?—

“I’ve had sex,” I said as the man between Lark’s legs nuzzled closer and did something that made her hips rock into him and her back arch off the bed. “I’ve just never had it like that before.”

“Well then.” Fantasy Man released me and stepped back, sending regret and frustration rushing through me.

“Hey—” I started to turn to demand he return, but he dropped to his knees instead of walking away — or disappearing like most of the men in my dreams — and reached for the hem of my dress.

“We need to fix this right away,” he said without looking up at me.

He pulled the skirt of my dress over his head, pressed his hands against my ankles, and slid them slowly up the inside of my legs, urging me to make room for him.

My pulse skipped a beat. He was really going to kiss methere. But of course, he was. This was a dream. And if I could just hold on to this, it would be the most incredible dream I’d ever had.

He turned and settled between my legs, his back against the fence, and trailed his fingers closer and closer to my core.

My breathing hitched and my legs trembled.

Oh yes. Oh yes oh yes oh yes.

I clung to the fence as his hot breath followed his fingers up my right thigh, drawing closer and closer. Lark moaned and writhed and the man between her legs grabbed her hips, mercilessly licking and sucking, turning her breath ragged.

Then Fantasy Man’s tongue, hot and wet, with just a hint of friction, teased against my sensitive nub, sudden and shocking. It sent sensation zinging through me. I gasped and the gaze of the guy whose cock was captured in Lark’s grasp, flickered toward me then back to Lark. The look in his eyes darkened even more and a shudder swept through him.

“Don’t,” Blaze snarled, making the guy suck in sharp breaths, trying to control his release. “The pool was blessed. Your seed could be the one we need.”

The man nodded, sucking in more sharp breaths, but Fantasy Man teased his tongue against me again, sending more sensation rushing through me and making my eyes rolled back with pleasure before I could see if the man managed to regain control of himself.

And really, as much as watching those three men pleasure Lark made me throb with need, I didn’t need to watch anymore.I had my own man, and the feel of his strong hands on the inside of my thighs and his hot breath on my flesh was incredible.

I let my head loll back and clung to the fence, the rough vine digging into my palms. Fantasy Man brushed his fingers along the seam of my leg, drawing achingly close to my slit and tortured me with his tongue, quick, sudden flicks that shocked with a promise of the sensation that was about to come and drew more gasps that I tried to control so as not to draw the notice of the men with Lark.

I’d already made the mistake of being too loud and one of them already knew I was watching them and was turned on. I didn’t want all of them to know and I didn’t want the dream to change to something else.

But then Fantasy Man gave a long, slow, powerful lick, and my heated need surged, stealing my breath.

He licked and sucked, making me fight to hold in my gasps and moans, until I was trembling, twisted so tight I was sure I’d come.

My breathing had turned ragged, and he hummed with that delicious sound of masculine satisfaction that only turned me on more. It shocked me that even in my dream, my fantasy man would find pleasure in just bringing me pleasure, but he never asked for more and he clearly wasn’t rushing.

He brought me to the edge of what I was sure was going to be a release as incredible as the one Lark had already had, then eased back, teasing me with little breaths and flicks before building me up again.

He kept me teetering on the edge until I feared I was never going to get a release and the dream was going to keep me on the precipice, never satisfied. It was even crueler than my experience with Royston. He’d never brought me pleasure like this, never made me feel like I was on the edge of somethingincredible. He’d just teased me a little then took his own pleasure. This was… incredible and cruel and breathtaking?—

And then Fantasy Man slid a finger inside me and stared licking and sucking with a frenzy that made me think of Blaze. If I managed to open my eyes, pull my skirt back, and look down would I see the same hunger in Fantasy Man’s eyes that I’d seen in Blaze’s?

Great Father I wanted that, and yet I didn’t want to be disappointed if it wasn’t there… and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to let go of the fence and keep standing to look.

Fantasy Man hummed and sighed and twisted my need tighter and tighter. I couldn’t catch my breath, my whole body trembled, and I no longer cared if anyone saw or heard me. The only thing I could think about was the promise of something amazing building within me, its whirling, growing sensation.

A final, sudden explosion tossed me from the edge Fantasy Man had brought me to again and again, and I gasped, surprised. Hot, liquid bliss roared through me, and I released a long loud moan. Lights flashed behind my lids and my essence spun around and around and around.

I’d never felt so boneless, so incredible, so sexy. I was sensation and light and power, and I didn’t want to think about the fact that this was just a dream, and my reality was cold and hard and disappointing. I wanted to stay in this moment forever but knew that was impossible. I could only hope that I’d be able to have this dream again.

CHAPTER 23

Ash

The woman tensedand sucked in a surprised gasp as if she hadn’t known what it was like to come. Then she released a long, loud moan that I had no doubt Lark and every one of her mates heard even in the throes of their lovemaking.

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