Page 9 of Wicked Dreams

“The night of my sister’s engagement isn’t the time, Howard.” She ran her hand through her dark curls which hung loosely down her back, her voice tight as she tried to contain her emotions.

His eyes focused on the ground as he shook his head. “I’m sorry. I have to go.” He slowly backed away, leaving her alone as he made his exit.

She was left staring after him, completely surprised by the night’s turn of events. It was time to make my move.

With my hands in my pockets, I walked up to her, looking after him the same way she was. I knew what I had to do. “He’s a dick.”

Her eyes quickly flashed to me before she plopped down in a lounge chair. “I thought you left?”

Meredith and I had been forming a friendship for a couple of months before I gave up on her. She wouldn’t even cheat on her boyfriend in her dreams. I finally understood why I’d been called to her now: she was single and needing companionship.

I sat down beside her and nudged her with my shoulder. She looked over at me with tears in her glassy, blue eyes. Iknewher heartbreak. I’d been living it for the past two hundred years as I searched the dreamscape for the love I’d lost.

“Don’t worry about him. He obviously fucked up. You’re beautiful. You’ll be swept off your feet in no time.” The words were painful. I knew she was probably a very good woman, the kind the world needed more of. But I needed her soul just a little bit more than the world did.

She looked up at me from beneath her long, dark lashes. “You think so?”

I nodded, wanting to appear confident in my words. I needed her to believe them. To believe and trust in me so that I could get the night over with. “And in the meantime…” I let my sentence drop off as I slowly leaned in closer, moving my lips to hers.

In the past, she always stopped me, but this time she didn’t. My lips pressed against hers, and my tongue slid into her warm mouth, tasting of champagne. She placed her soft hands on either side of my face, deepening the kiss. Not only did she need companionship, but she needed revenge.

I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. “Want to take a walk with me?” I stood and held out my hand, hoping beyond anything she’d just let go so I could get the hell out of there.

She studied me for a long minute, a minute that felt like eternity, before finally agreeing and standing at my side. Grateful she’d made the decision I needed her to make, I took her hand in mine and led her away from the party, across the large, dark backyard.

One of my powers as an incubus was the ability to change and manipulate any dream I wanted. So, I didn’t think anything of it when I opened the wooden privacy fence and walked out of the yard and into the room I brought all the women to.

She quickly scanned the room. There wasn’t much to see: a bed in the center with a red, silk sheet draped over it, and two bedside tables topped with a burning candle on each. I liked it simple. Besides, we weren’t going in there to discuss window treatments and decor.

“Where are we?” she asked, her eyes coming to land back on me.

“We’re in your dream. We can be anywhere you want to be,” I replied, stepping up behind her and peppering her neck with kisses, my stomach rolling like a python squeezing its prey.

“Anywhere?”

“Anywhere.” I pulled her dark hair over her right shoulder, so I could kiss and nibble my way up to her left ear.

“I know where I want to be.”

“Just imagine it, and we’ll be there,” I whispered in her ear.

In the blink of an eye, we were in a dark living room. The city lights were bright and shining in through the floor to ceiling windows. Black leather furniture adorned the room, along with a top-of-the-line flat screen tv and sound system.

“Where are we?” I asked, glancing around. Honestly, I didn’t really give a shit. I just needed to be between her legs, so I could move on to the next woman. But I had to make pleasant with the niceties, so I didn’t lose her.

She spun around to face me. “In Howard’s apartment.” She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“You want me to take you in your ex-boyfriend’s apartment?”

She nodded her head with a wicked gleam in her eye. “If he’s going to break up with me, I’m going to get back at him. Even if it is only in my dreams.” Her lips pressed against mine, and I welcomed the kiss, grateful we were finally getting somewhere.

Reaching around her, my hands found the zipper on the back of her dress and tugged it down quickly. The satin material fell from her body, landing on the floor at her feet. I pulled away and jerked my shirt over my head. We wasted no time dispensing with the rest of our clothing. “Are you sure about this?”

Her eyes greedily raked over my bare chest, all the way to my eyes as she smiled and nodded. “It’s only a dream. What could it hurt?”

I smiled because she just gave me exactly what I wanted. I pulled her against my chest, pressing my mouth to hers while my hands got to work on ridding her of the rest of her clothing. Once she was completely bare, I picked her up against me and pressed her back to the window as I positioned myself at her entrance.

Her delicate fingers tangled into my mess of dark hair, and she pulled her lips back to mine. With a roll of my hips, I slid deep inside. That was always the part I hated the most. I could pretend and tell them what they wanted to hear, but when it came to having sex with them, I always felt eaten up with guilt. I never wanted this life. I only wanted her — Olivia. But in order to get back to her once she’d been found, I had to do theonething I hated. To survive, I had to work my way through as many women as possible and hope that when Olivia found out about the monster I’ve become, she’d be able to look beyond the curse and see what drew her to me from the start.

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