Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 661(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 440(@300wpm)
“I don’t know about that last bit.” It’s normal in some provinces, but I’m not sure about it. Still, it’s just a dream. “Maybe. Who knows what I’ll let you do if you take care of me the way you’ve promised.”
“Still making demands.” One rubs his nose against mine, the affection in the gesture making my heart skip. “I can’t wait to feel the flat of my hand on your ass.”
Two groans behind me. “And I can’t wait to sink my fangs in you.”
I stop. “Fangs?”
I would never dream of my Dark Ones with fangs. I never thought of fangs in anything but a funny way. Dante has fangs. My husband would be sidhe, not a vampire. I stop and try to pull away.
“Hey.” Two’s hands tighten on my hips.
“Let me go.” What the hell is happening? This isn’t my dream. When I think about my Dark Ones, they’re sidhe. They have some power, perhaps gentry royals. They would be my brothers’ loyalists. They would help our cause.
They wouldn’t be vampires.
“What’s wrong?” One tightens up, every muscle in his body taking on a tension.
It doesn’t matter. This is my fantasy, and I can utterly ignore anything I’m not sure about. “Nothing. Touch me.”
The fingers on my nipples tighten to the right side of pain. “You keep pushing me, brat. It makes me want to turn you over my knee.”
Again, a very vampire-like attitude. It’s okay. I love my cousin, Dante. I adore my aunt and uncle and spent time on the plane. If I think about it, I believe the Vampire plane is where my brothers are, safe and sound with the Dellacourts. It’s only predictable that I dream of vampires. Vampires don’t have to deal with Torin. Vampires are safe on their own plane.
It doesn’t matter. All that matters is pleasure.
“Turn me over your knee, then,” I offer. “Just touch me. Any way you want.”
One smiles, his lips turning up slightly. “Tell her what you want to do, brother.”
Two’s hands find my hips, pulling me back against his cock. “I want to eat you, love.”
“What?” I’m not sure how to take that. Is my dream becoming a nightmare?
One snorts, though he manages to make it sound regal. “Little virgin. He’s talking about licking and sucking on your pussy. He wants to taste you.”
I’m not an idiot. I listen in on the women of the village. Peasant women are much more willing to talk than my former friends and handlers at the palace. The villagers can be bawdy and boisterous, and when a bit of ale is introduced, they can be very honest around a woman of marriageable age. I understand what he wants. Yes, I want to try that.
“All right.” The minute the words leave my mouth, I’m scooped up into Two’s arms, and he begins to walk toward the big bed.
I cuddle up against his massive chest, feeling small and fragile. I know I’m not. The last thirteen years proved that beyond a shadow of a doubt, but it’s so nice to feel protected and cherished even if it’s only a dream.
He places me on the bed. Somehow One got there first. Two lays me down against One. Strong arms wrap around me, the heat of his chest at my back. He nuzzles my cheek, kissing me lightly. His arms tighten around me.
“Stay still, love. Let my brother have his treat. He’s waited so long to taste you.” The words are hot on my skin.
Two pulls at the silk of the gown I wear, hauling it down my body until I’m naked in front of them. I would be horrified if this happened in reality, but in the dream I feel sexy and beautiful. I love the way Two stares down at me, his eyes widening as he takes in my body.
I’m perfect in this dream. I’m soft, and my breasts are full. I’m curvy the way beautiful royals are. Somehow my mind fills out my form to what it should be. In the harsh light of day, I’m typical of a woman who plows fields for my existence. I’m not gaunt, but I’m not filled out the way a princess should be. I’m a peasant and I look it, but here I’m everything I dream of being.
“You’re so lovely.” Two’s fingers skim over my skin.
And they’re amazing. Dark hair and eyes. Perfect faces, with sharply masculine features. They’re everything I dream of.
Two catches my ankles and very gently forces my legs apart.
“Leave them there.” One whispers the command in my ear, his hands tweaking my nipples.
Two climbs on the bed, looking like a big predatory cat. He gets to his belly, his mouth hovering right over my pussy. “Can you smell her, brother?”
“She smells like she wants it,” One replies. “Do you want it, Princess? Do you want my brother to shove his tongue deep inside you? Do you want him to taste every inch of your pussy? To stroke your clit until you come?”