Chapter 9
Raevu
I lay on my bed, exhausted but unable to sleep. We’d had nothing but frustrations all day. Even training with Baelon hadn’t helped calm or center me.
After the communication with the kidnappers, we’d held a brief meeting to discuss options. Knowing that charging out of the room and ripping apart every blond man I saw wouldn’t be an option T’ral and Baelon would entertain, I refrained from mentioning it. But I knew they saw my hands flexing throughout the discussion as I imagined doing just that to the bastard who had dared touch my Eva.
T’ral had the idea of tracking the kidnappers through the corridors by way of the camera feeds. It was a brilliant idea, but there weren’t cameras in every hallway, especially not on the maintenance levels.
Geoffrey managed to piece together a trail of sorts through the Center, but it ended with three men, one of them a blond, carrying duffel bags out of a maintenance area door, getting into identical nondescript vehicles, and speeding off in three separate directions. He had lost them after they’d made a couple of turns in New Atlanta’s crowded streets.
To Baelon’s disappointment, I’d punched a wall at that point. I’d imagined it was the face of the human who had hit Eva, and it felt good. The discomfort of stinging knuckles was of no account and easily dismissed.
Just remembering it now made me roll over in the bed and punch my pillow to make it fold into the shape I wanted. Damn! Where is Eva? The thought of that man touching her again nearly had me up and out of bed, but I closed my eyes and recited a mantra for calm.
If I didn’t get any sleep, I would be no good to Eva when she needed me tomorrow. That couldn’t happen. I forced myself to imitate a sleeper’s breathing and relax every muscle, chasing sleep with deep determination. We’d start our search again. And I would find her. Until then…I dreamed of her.
I found her sleeping on her back in a small bed in a dingy room that resembled both the medical cube I had seen her in and the room the captives had live-streamed her in. As I approached her silently, her eyes flew open, and she stared up at me in curiosity. I saw no fear in her eyes, just question. “How did you get here?” she whispered.
I knelt down beside the bed and reached out to cup her face in my hand. Her skin was silky smooth as she rubbed her cheek into my palm and smiled.
“Are you real? Or a dream?” she asked me in her throaty voice.
“Both,” I answered.
“Both?” she laughed, and my heart leaped in my chest at hearing amusement from her instead of pain or fear. “How can you be both? If you’re a dream, this isn’t happening, and I can have my wicked way with you. If you’re real, then I need to wait to get to know you better. I’ve saved myself for this long, what’s a little more time?”
“Saved yourself? What do you mean by ‘saved yourself’?” I asked as I stroked my fingers around the curve of her face and down her neck to her neckline. Her skin felt smooth and soft. I could even smell her, fresh and clean. She must have just bathed. Eva’s curly hair was piled on top of her head, forming a pouf of ringlets. My eyes drank in the sight of her.
Her tiny hands reached up and touched my face, mimicking my gestures on her body. “I’ve never had sex. I’ve waited and saved my virginity for someone I wanted to share my body with, but I guess that’s out now that I’ve volunteered for the program. I suppose I’ll have several mates, technically, if you harvest my eggs.” Her hands were on my shoulders now, exploring the muscles in my arms as I used a finger to trace back and forth along her neckline.
I was dumbfounded at the idea that she’s been saving herself for me without even realizing it. It struck me to the heart, and I let her go on instead of trusting myself to speak.
“I know what happens during sex, but I’ve never experienced it myself.” She looked me directly in the eyes. “I want to experience it with you. I’ve never wanted a man before, but I want you.”
My heart felt like it was going to beat its way right out of my chest.
She leaned toward me, and I became aware of the shadow falling between her breasts inside the neckline of her nightgown. “You saw me in the shower, didn’t you? I could feel your eyes. Your beautiful golden eyes.” She took her hands and smoothed them over my scalp and around my ears. “Just as smooth as it looks. No hair at all.” Her light touch skimming over my head and ears sent a shiver along my spine. Her boldness and how she made me feel had me speechless.
She sat up in the bed. “I don’t know who you are, Raevu, but you’re constantly in my thoughts, and now you’re in my dreams.” She reached up to her neckline and untied the little bow of pink ribbon nestled between her large, lush breasts.
My mouth went dry as she pushed the straps off of her shoulders, displaying her full breasts. Now I was speechless for another reason entirely.
She lay back again. “Touch me, Raevu.” Even as I stared at her breasts, her nipples hardened and puckered as if anticipating my caress.
I slid into the small bed beside her. My large body pressed up against her soft curves. I looked into her deep black eyes and cupped my hand around one breast. Her heated skin was warm under my palm. Her pebbled nipple begged for my mouth, so I had to oblige. I bent my body and lapped at the small nub, then drew the whole thing into my mouth with one gentle suckle. She gasped and arched her back, which pushed her breast against my face. I traced my tongue around her dusky areola and kneaded her breast under my fingertips.
My manhood sprang to attention. I pressed its throbbing length into her hip and drew on her nipple a bit harder.
Her moan of pleasure delighted me. With my free hand, I took hold of her wrist and guided her hand down to the pulsing shaft begging for her touch. When she made eye contact with me to ask permission to touch, I flicked my tongue across that sensitive nipple and grasped her other breast. Her tiny hands encircled my hard cock. I had never been so glad I slept without clothes on as I was at that moment.
I gently squeezed her breasts. She squeezed my shaft. I flicked my tongue across her nipple. She flicked her thumb across my tip, eliciting a gasp of indrawn air from me and a chuckle of pure, wicked pleasure from her.
With her nipple in my mouth, I kept sucking on it, drawing it in and out, running my tongue around and around, but I took the palm of my hand and ran it across her soft belly, down to her hip and inward toward her center. I placed my hand at the apex of her thighs and began to dip my finger between the folds of her sex, just as she had done in her previous provocative show. Her sweet scent intensified, and I knew she was getting wet for me. I pushed my finger into her womanhood, all the way to the base of her sex and then curled my finger back up to the little bud at the top, and I stopped for a moment. I removed my mouth from her breast and looked into her eyes. They were half closed with pleasure, and her lips were parted, her breath coming in shallow pants. I pressed my lips down on hers, tasting her mouth with my own. At the same time, I began moving my finger in small, slow circles around her most sensitive place.
Her hips bucked, and she moaned into my kiss. I sped up my circling. Her stroking of my shaft was gaining momentum as well. I wanted to mount her…making her mine, and then, suddenly, we heard a female’s voice. “Eva, I don’t think anyone knows you’re here.” The woman paused. “Oh. Um…wow. Sorry, Eva. Looks like I’m interrupting a great dream…”
“Laura!” Eva’s voice gasped, and my arms were suddenly empty.
I sat bolt upright in my guest quarters’ bed and looked around me. I wasn’t in a small, dingy room with a luscious, curvy woman moaning beneath my touch. I was in a high-ceilinged, airy room, lying in a huge, spacious bed with an aching shaft and empty arms.
What just happened? My extremely hard cock thought it had been the best dream ever, but I wasn’t so sure about the “dream” part. Some of it had been just too real.
I flopped back onto that generous bed and thought back about the dream. What about it had been real? What about it wasn’t?
My cock throbbed insistently. I reached down and gripped it in my right hand with a firm squeeze, and I began an age-old rhythm of strokes. I wished it were Eva’s hands instead of my own providing the pressure and the movement.
With the vision of her luscious breasts in my mind and her taste on my tongue, I came and released some of the built-up tension in my body.
Ugh. Curse it. I couldn’t go on like this much longer. We had to find my life mate and soon. I needed her.