Phoenix Rising I (40 page)

He raised above her and began moving in and out. Slowly at first. So slowly. Her pussy quaked. Each movement brought a symphony to her ears, the sounds of him sliding in and out of her wet hole. He gripped her hands, entwining his fingers with hers. She arched her back, raising up to meet him.

His movements became frenzied, his face twisted in a grimace of pain. His balls slapped against her ass as her cream rose and slid out around them, coating them. Her breasts jiggled with each motion, rocking against her body. Never before had they felt more beautiful. She wasn’t ashamed of them right now. Instead, she reveled in the way he bent his mouth down, mid stroke to take one tip and then the other between his teeth. He lightly bit each one, sending her over the edge.

She squeezed him, quivering with each massive stroke. He began pounding his release, calling her name over and over. When he finally came, her pussy milked him, begging him to coat her insides with his nectar.

“My God, Anna,” he collapsed on top of her, breathless. Panting. “You are amazing.”

All she could do was smile.
He
was amazing. And, at least for tonight, he was hers. In the morning, reality would intrude, and she would have to face the task at hand. She had made a promise to him, and she intended to fulfill it. For some crazy reason, she would help Grey … Morpheus … reunite his army. Then, who only knew what would happen between them? All she knew was that the bond between them couldn’t be denied, and she was destined to be with this man.

“I’m going to help you regain your kingdom,” she whispered in the night.

“And I will make you my queen if you will have me.”

Wordlessly, she traced a pattern along his chest. “Show me how to do this. What do I need to do to find my way back there?”

“Trust in me. I will take you there. I can guide you with my voice. You must be careful. I have my enemies who will wish to win you over.” His fingers slipped into her hair, sending a shiver down her back. Somewhere inside herself, she knew the strength existed to unleash an army, she just hoped she had the courage.

Chapter Eight

“Listen to the sound of my voice.”

The voice was too far off for her to concentrate. Something was wrong. The voice was supposed to be her anchor, her link to the real world, but right now, this looked like the real world. Everything from the blue sky overhead to the grass she felt beneath her bare toes looked like the world she knew, the world she remembered. The wind blew, causing her hair to stream in front of her eyes. The voice was too far off, too far removed from the reality of the moment.

“I’m home,” she managed, shielding her eyes from the sunlight. “Home.” There was more to the story than Morpheus had let on, and it was all streaming back now. There was no war. This was a land of peace, a land of dreams, where one’s wildest fantasies came to stake a claim on the souls of the sleeping. He had lied, and his voice was growing more distant with each new sensation that swept through her.

She stood, realizing she had not yet taken in all of her surroundings. An entire landscape lay out before her, the makings of her own dreams and fantasies. The hill she stood on overlooked a village that could be nothing less than the source of her power. She
knew
now. The knowledge of her past swirled around her.

She was the giver of dreams, not him. Grey was not the god of sleep. Instead, he was the lord of darkness and had tricked her into slipping back into a past she had forgotten. Making her way down the hill, each step empowering her more than the last, she knew the battle that would rage when she faced him with the truth.

Avoiding the village, she headed for the castle sitting on the edge of town. The intricate mazes of secret passages mirrored the human mind, and she knew them all intimately. Electricity flowed through her, quickening her steps. Somehow, she would make sense of Grey’s deception. Somehow, she would come to terms with this mess that had been made of her life.

Within no time, she had entered her private chamber. Everything lay just as she had left it … how long had she been away? How long had this world been without a leader? How long had human desires spiraled, unspent in the night, haunting the minds of those who dared to fantasize?

“I am sorry I lied to you.” The voice was strong now, as if the source stood before her. She closed her eyes, imagining Grey, wondering what she would say to him if in fact he were here with her.

“You are not real.”

“I am very real.”

She closed her eyes as his hand closed around the back of her neck. Taking in a sharp breath, she waited.

“Do you feel me? Do you feel my breath against you? You created me. You needed me, then you abandoned me. I had to get you back.”

His words breathed against her, making her doubt the past she thought she was beginning to realize. “You lied to me.”

“Yes. And you abandoned me. Do you remember our time? Do you remember what you did to me? What I did to you? Do you remember how you created me to make your nightly wishes come true? Even the goddess of dreams deserves happiness.”

“Why did you lie to me? Why did I leave you?” She rolled her shoulders, attempting to erase the shivers quaking down her back.

“You were afraid of us. Afraid of a dream you didn’t think you could have. I am here, Anna. I am here with you. Yes, I lied to you. I told you I was Morpheus. I told you a war was raging here. That was not a lie. The war is inside me. I can’t exist without you. You created everything that I am, and now you, Anna, daughter of the great god Morpheus, you must remember the fear you felt.”

“I needed you. You were my weakness.”

“And you are mine.”

She turned in his arms and looked deep into the green eyes she remembered creating in order to fulfill her own fantasies. “Even a goddess needs sex now and then,” she smiled.

“And even a figment of her imagination can be brought to life.” His lips turned up in the snarl she recognized as his way of smiling. He was not traditionally handsome. His hands were too large and his jaw too square. Those eyes were too intense to stare at for too long. But he was hers! And he had fought against the odds to come through to the “real” world and bring her back here. “I have been lost without you,” he said finally.

“And apparently I have been lost without you.”

His fingers grazed against her cheek, lighting a fire deep within her soul. Closing her eyes, she drank him in when he leaned into her and covered her mouth with his. She opened for him, wrapping her arms around him, wondering how she could have ever forgotten the love they shared, the past she’d kept hidden.

Her body trembled from her lips all the way down to her toes. Every inch of her felt alive, filled with his energy, his kae. She realized now how much she loved him and how she should have never run from her fantasies.

Pulling away from him, taking a moment to look deep into his eyes, she smiled again. This time, things would be different. She would revel in her fantasies, explore every deep, dark wish she had. This time, her needs would reign, and she would fulfill them just as she assured the needs of others were fulfilled.

“My goddess,” he kissed her hands and fell to his knees. “Are you ready to be pleasured?” His eyes twinkled with mischief.

“I am ready to be yours.”

She let herself fall into his arms and relaxed against him as he swept her up, carrying her to the bed. When her skin grazed against the soft, silky sheets, she realized her clothing was gone. There were some advantages to being a master of dreams. She could alter her reality as she saw fit, and tonight, clothing was optional.

“I need you,” he breathed against her as his hard body covered hers. Heat coursed through her as she spread her legs for him. There was no need to wait, no need for foreplay tonight. Instead, there was nothing but need for him.

When he entered her, there were no words. Instead, there were two bodies, two souls that were filled with desire for one another. She quaked around him, knowing this was where she needed to be.

The End