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Dream Weaver Ch. 02

By: Daniellekitten



Her desire for him hung thickly in the air and his steps were hurried as he crossed the oak floor. He sank down on the bed and reached down to pull off his boots. His prized black leather duster was tossed over a chair and then he turned toward her.

She was blonde, beautiful and built--three things he enjoyed in his meals. He held his hand out to her and drew her up so that he could feast his eyes on the sleekness of her curves. She wore pink, a short, flirty chemise in satin that clung to her like a lover's hand.

"Who are you?" She gasped as he pulled her against him.

"Chal." His answer was short but he wasn't concerned. She wouldn't remember this as much more than an erotic dream. Tomorrow she would be sore and exhausted but unhurt and in much better shape than what others of his kind would have left her.

"I want you, Chal."

"Yes, and I want you." He searched her mind and easily pulled her name. "Bethany, a beautiful name for such a beautiful woman."

"Thank you. Kiss me." The words were a demand and one he was eager to comply with. The more pleasure she felt, the quicker he would be recharged. She was warm against him and he drew his hands up her back and then down. He gathered her hair off her neck and then stroked one slowly down from her nape. Her skin was satin to touch. Her flesh was just as soft and as silky. Her ass filled his hands and he lifted her from the bed and held her off the ground easily. His mouth moved over hers and he moaned with his own pleasure as a wave of erotic energy was pulled from her and slid over him. It was a prickly heated wave and it caused his cock to throb against the raw silk of his pants.

He lifted his head and gave Bethany a chance to catch her breath even as his lips slid down her neck and touched gently against her shoulder. He caught the strap of her chemise on his fangs and used them to slide the pink satin off and down her arm. He repeated the procedure with the other strap and left her naked from the waist up.

Her breasts were generous handfuls, her nipples almost the exact same pink as her chemise. Her skin was tan, no lines to mar her beauty. He turned toward her bed and lowered her eagerly to her back on the bed. His mouth moved over her skin like a heated brand, his fangs slid over her flesh and gently scraped against her flesh. 

"You feel so good, Chal. Don't stop." She panted uncontrollably. "Don't ever stop." His incubus half agreed with her. It wanted to soak up every ounce of energy she possessed and leave her a dried up husk to blow away in a stiff breeze. His vampire side begged for the taste of her blood. He could smell it, the rich endorphin filled blood that rushed through her veins. She would be sweet and fill every need inside of him if he allowed it. 

He wouldn't allow it. It didn't matter that he had a vampire father and a succubus mother. It didn't matter that the beast inside of him howled its lust for her death. He wouldn't become the monster or allow it to take control of him. That wasn't an option. He'd seen the slathering beasts that lived inside his half-brothers and what happened when they loosed that part of themselves. It had scared him. It had scared him badly enough so that even in the midst of the incubus lust, he never allowed it to control him.

Her breasts were soft, her skin fragrant and warm. He brushed his cheek over them and felt another rush of desire flood through her and into him. It was so good, so sweet. The beast inside tugged at his self-imposed chains. It snarled its needs.

Chal rolled the hardness of her nipple on his tongue and suckled on it gently. Bliss's hands dug into his hair and kneaded at his scalp even as she arched her back with pleasure. She tugged at his hair. "Kiss me, please."

The begging tone of her voice sent another swift burst of energy through him. It gathered in the pit of his stomach and built and coiled inside of him. He kissed her as she'd asked and sucked her tongue into his mouth then sent a shaft of pleasure through it to explode inside of her. It returned two fold to him and he groaned as ecstasy burst like an exploding sun inside of him. It warmed him, sent the blood in his system rushing through him. It caused his cock to harden even more and he found it almost impossible to resist.

He drew her hands to his shirt buttons. He wanted to feel her skin on his. But instead of unbuttoning them, she gathered handfuls of smooth black silk and ripped it apart. His laugh was harsh and he groaned as she caressed his wide chest and tortured his nipples. She moved over his skin and down to his muscular stomach like a living flame.

"You're beautiful." Her comment was gasped and she arched her back, pressing her breasts against him. "Please..."

"I love it when they beg." With one hand, he ripped her chemise from her body then he rolled to his back, he put her hands on the fastening of his pants and moaned in pained pleasure as she plucked at them. His impatience to have her made him push her hands aside and take them off himself. His black briefs went the same way as the rest of his clothing. He pulled her over him and guided her hips, his cock easily breached her wet pussy. Another shaft of that golden pleasure rolled from her to him and then back again.

"H-how are you doing this?" She gasped the words and her hands fell to his chest to keep her upright. "It's amazing."

"Don't analyze, just feel." His hands were rough on her hips. He pulled her down hard. He desperately wanted to fill her completely. He bruised her soft skin and she moaned in pain. He gentled his touch and sent another wave of bliss through her. She grew weaker and he pushed her to the bed on her stomach. He lifted her hips, pushing a pillow under them before filling her once more. 

"Chal..." She pleaded and turned her head to the side to look up at him. He could see the fluttering pulse at her neck and it called to his other half. She would be so sweet, her blood filled with endorphins. A feral growl left him and his mouth fastened on her throat, suckling, his tongue flicking against that pulse.

"Do it. Do it, please."

He closed his eyes and scraped his teeth against her skin. Then his fangs pierced her soft flesh, her sweetness filling his mouth and he gulped noisily, his tongue searched for any trickle of blood he might miss. His hips moved against her and battered her. He sent a constant stream of golden pleasure through her and gave three times more than what he was taking. It was so hard, knowing that the ultimate bliss was so close and unable to allow himself to have it. He took one more mouthful of her blood before he forced himself to lick the wounds closed.

She cried out as she came, her pussy fluttered madly around his cock. If he allowed himself to come, to feel the ultimate pleasure an incubus could give, she would be that dried husk beneath him. She would crumble to little more than dust. Instead, he pulled out of her, rolling away from her to get away from that temptation. He picked up his clothing, dressing hurriedly. Then he reached out, gently touching the back of her head. "Forget, Bethany."

She struggled for a moment and her mind battled his as he worked to erase her memory of him. She was strong but he'd exhausted her, both physically and mentally and was no match for him. He'd been doing this for a millennium. He stole into women's bedrooms and fucked them until they were unconscious. He'd fed upon them and would probably do this for millennium to come, unless he decided to take his own life.

It had crossed his mind before, right after Selena's death. He thought of the peace of that final step that was the natural ending to things. But he'd pushed the thought aside, knowing that the depression he was feeling wouldn't last forever, or at least he'd hoped it wouldn't.

Selena had been his soul-mate, his reason for being. From the first moment that he'd looked into her sparkling green eyes, he'd become hers to do with as she pleased. He was just lucky that what she pleased, pleased him as well. They'd fulfilled each other, her with her quirky attitude and her easy smile that made him smile more than he'd ever thought to. She'd been vampire, not of his making but the daughter of an old one. They'd met as they'd both been touring Europe. He'd spotted her across a crowded room. It had seemed a bit cliché at first, but then he'd watched her pick out a man and charm him until she'd wrapped him around her little finger before taking him outside to 'tour' the gardens.

Chal had found them in a lover's clinch just beyond the fountain of a dolphin and a woman. He'd tapped the man's shoulder as if asking to butt in for a dance and then bent his head, kissing her. Selena hadn't even blinked. Her mouth had fitted his and that was that. He moved her into his suite of rooms that night and they'd spent the day entwined until night fell once more.

Selena had wrapped him around her little finger as well. She'd become his reason for living and when she'd been killed, staked and then decapitated and burnt by the brother of one of their victims, he'd lost his will to survive. If it hadn't been for Rodney and Giselle, he probably would have stepped into the morning sunlight and out of the shadows, burning until he was once more in Selena's arms. If there was an afterlife, and he'd prayed there was one for his kind, then she would be there when he became ashes.

He brushed the past away and felt the gnawing hole in his life eat at him. It did so every time he thought of Selena. He shoved his feet into his boots and left them unlaced. He was done here, his beast quieted once more. He would go home and try to figure out his new guest. Throwing his duster over his bare shoulders, he grabbed the pieces of his silk shirt from the bed and the floor, stuffing it into his pocket before heading over to the French doors. He glanced back one last time. Bethany had been a wonderful bed mate, taking everything he gave her and giving back more. He smiled gently and then slipped out the way he'd come in, racing through the back alleys until he came to his own back gate.

The house was quiet and he slipped in the front door, locking it behind him. Rodney came from the front salon. "You look much better sir, definitely with a little more bounce to your step." He stepped forward, handing Chal a shirt he'd taken from the master bedroom earlier.

"Thank you, Rodney. What would I do without you? Has our guest stirred?" He pulled off his duster, slipping his arms into the button down shirt though he left it unbuttoned.

Rodney glanced at the stairs even as he took the duster from Chal and took it to hang in the front closet. "Giselle would be the one to ask." He nodded at the woman as she came down the curved front stairs.

"Still sleeping, sir. She's barely stirred since you left." She took Rodney's hand in her own. "If you no longer need us..."

"No, but once more you remind me how rough my life would be without you. Thank you both." He watched as the couple went down the hallway to the corridor that led to what used to be thought of as the servants quarters back when the house was built before the War Between The States. Rodney and Giselle stayed back there now and enjoyed their own little piece of this house that would stay quiet no matter how many people Les had invited in.

He smiled tiredly, starting toward the stairs as he felt the dawn beginning to pull at him. Being part incubus meant that he didn't have as much to fear with the sun as regular vampires did. It would still kill him if he was forced to spend too long of a time in it, but he wouldn't just burn and turn to ash. He could stay awake for longer hours as well, especially if he'd recently fed. But it would take a toll upon his strength and he tried to keep regular hours, or at least as regular as he could make them.

He turned toward his bedroom and paused as he heard a tiny cry coming from the room next to his. He went to the door and peered into the darkness. The figure he saw struggled under the heavy covers and fought as if to try to wrest herself free from something or someone. He growled, letting the rage fill him for just a moment. He didn't usually feed from men. The thought of giving a man pleasure as he did women was not an enjoyable one for him. But for the scum that hurt this tiny scrap of humanity, he'd be very tempted. 

She was so small and barely showed as a bump under the covers. He forced his rage back and hurried to the side of the bed then sunk down and let his palm rest against her forehead. She jerked and pulled away from him and her eyes opened. "No, don't, please." She pled to the man she was unable to see in the darkness. "Don't hurt me again."

The terror in her voice ate at him and he felt his body tighten as his inner demons raged inside. It fought against him and desperately wanted out. "Shh, Bliss, you're safe here."

She heard his voice and his name left her lips even as she threw herself at him. "Chal...I thought...I thought you were him."

He lifted her gently and cuddled her in his embrace. "No, it's just me. You won't ever have to worry about him again."

"B-but he owns me." She buried her face in his neck. "My da..."

"He doesn't own you, sweetness. I won't let him hurt you in any way." His hand slid through her hair and pulled her closer.

"H-he has p-papers...legal papers." She relaxed against him and felt safe now that he was here. She believed his words, that he wouldn't let anything hurt her, not while he was here. But thoughts of what the Master might do...of what he might have others do...that had her terrified. "I don't want him hurting you." She pushed against his chest and stared up into his face when he allowed the space.

"You think he's going to hurt me?" He chuckled as if the idea was ludicrous, which it was. "He can't hurt me, Bliss, don't worry about that."

"You don't know what he can do, Chal, of what he's capable of. I saw him kill a man."

"He can't kill me." He spoke the words with a strange kind of certainty that made Bliss want to scream and yell at him.

"You don't know that. You don't know what he's done before..." She snarled when he chuckled again. "I'm being serious, Chal."

"I know, Bliss I just don't want you to worry. Donnie boy has more to be worried from me then you have to worry about him. I promise you, he holds no threat to me."

"How do you know?" She pulled the robe off her shoulder and rubbed at a strange scar that lay there.

Chal leaned forward and turned on the small bedside lamp. The garishness of Celesta's personality shouted at him from the decorations and he made a mental note to let her change it. Anything would be better than what was there now. "What is that?"

"The M-master branded me." She cupped her hand over the scar, hiding it from him. He was such physical perfection, even the small slice of his skin that she could see from between the sides of the unbuttoned shirt. How could she ever show him something as ugly as the brand? It was the first of the Master's brutality, it was the first thing she remembered after waking in the cold basement. The cement bruised her hip and shoulder though she was trussed up so that she couldn't move.

He'd come down to the basement. He walked in, a black cape swirled around his shoulders. Somehow that cape, though it made him look ridiculous, frightened her more. Then he stood before her and told her who he was and what she was allowed to call him. He had a brazier of coals, the brand tucked into their white hot squares. When he'd pulled it out, she'd moaned behind the ball gag in her mouth and then screamed as he'd pressed it to her shoulder.

It was healed now and ugly, but she stroked it as a reminder of what the man could and would do to her if she disrespected him in any way. At times, it was all she could do not to let her temper reign as he treated her with less respect then a dog.

"Let me see, Bliss." He pulled her forward on his lap and his fingers touched the robe. "May I?"

She nodded but he could tell she wasn't happy about it. It seemed as if she were doing this because it had been beaten and tortured in her to do as she was told. That bothered him. It bothered him more then he thought it would. "I won't do it if you don't want me to, Bliss"

She let out a sigh and seemed to relax against his hand. "Go ahead. It's just s-so ugly." She pressed her face against her hands and could feel the gentle touch as he traced the ugly brand. For a reason she couldn't understand, her skin tingled and a tiny moan escaped her lips

Chal moved the shoulder of the robe down and made sure to keep as much of her covered as possible. The scar wasn't large but it was prominent on her smooth skin, a welted mark that he made out to be a large D with another D off the side. "Donnie's last name?"

"Darcy."

He made a mental note, and his finger touched the ugly scar. Then he did something that surprised both of them, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the mark. "It's not ugly, Bliss Nothing on you could be ugly."

She ducked her head and mumbled a thank you. Her hand twined a lock of her short hair around her finger. It was a nervous tick and it made him smile. 

"Think you could go back to sleep now?"

She nodded though she put her hand out when he went to turn out the light. "C-could you leave it...?"

"Of course." He touched her cheek, seeing the panic that grew in her eyes as he rose from the bed. "Would you like me to stay a while?"

"W-would you?" She nibbled on her lower lip and Chal felt a surprising surge of lust. His eyes focused on her mouth and watched her white teeth worry that full lower lip. He wanted to growl, to drag her into his arms and pull it into his mouth, to tease and torment her until she begged him to take her.

Then he realized what he was thinking. Bliss was in his house, being protected by him. He didn't want her to think that she needed protected from him. He cleared his throat. "If you'd like."

"I would. I'm sorry, I guess I should be adult about this..."

"You've been through a terrible ordeal, Bliss. I think I'd even want someone to chase away the boogeyman if that had happened to me." He glanced around the room and looked for something a bit more comfortable then the ugly chintz chairs that Celesta had preferred. When she scooted over in the bed, he glanced at her in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"You're chasing away my boogeyman; the least I could do was let you be comfortable while you do it. She reached over, tossing two of the unused pillows toward him.

Chal kicked off his boots and sank back. He piled the pillows up behind his back. She rolled toward him and her hand reached out to touch the bottom hem of his shirt. "Thank you. You've put yourself out more for me than anyone else has ever thought to. My da...he thought I was a waste, that I had my head in the clouds. I think he couldn't handle anything more from me when I refused to marry the biggest wastrel in town."

"Da's." He mimicked her quiet burr. "Are supposed to protect and cherish, not sell off their children like cattle."

"He'd have probably been happier if he could have sold me off to slaughter." Her eyes dropped and she stared at the fabric of his shirt. "I don't know how I'm going to repay you for all of this."

"Then stay here with me, keep me from going crazy on my own. Redo this room and get rid of all of...this." He spoke the word with such disgust she couldn't help but laugh.

"So what did you see in her?"

"She had her...good attributes." If he'd been able to blush he would have when she turned and looked into his eyes.

"Yes, I saw some of her attributes."

"You're lucky I don't blush." But this time, he was the one to drop his gaze. "Weren't you the one that wanted to sleep?" He reached out and flicked off the light before she could answer. There was a hint of light coming from the hallway, shining in from under the door. He felt the bed move slightly as she turned to lie on her back. "Go to sleep, Bliss. We will worry about Donnie and everything else tomorrow."


Dream Weaver Ch. 02



"Goodnight, Chal. Thank you...for everything."

He didn't answer until he heard her breathing slow and grow even. "You are so welcome, Bliss." Then he punched one of the pillows. "So welcome."

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Author Note

I hope you are enjoying this story. I've been having fun writing it. It's actually writing pretty easy which is an amazing thing for me. Anyway, take care and thanks so much! 



Dream Weaver Ch. 03



He'd thought that sleep wouldn't take him so quickly, especially since he'd just fed. Usually, the erotic energy he consumed would have him bouncing off the walls like a tweaker on a good fix, no matter how late in the day it got. But for some reason, he felt his eyes close and the blackness of unconsciousness settle about him.

Even in his sleep, his body tightened and he knew the dream was just around the corner of his mind. Chal tried to wake up, he desperately wanted to avoid seeing what he knew would be there. It had been there almost every day since Selena's violent and cruel death ten years ago.

He could see her in front of him as if it were that horrible night, the midnight blue of her gown shimmering in the candles that lit the room. They played off the honey blonde of her hair that fell in an amazing mass of curls to touch her middle back. He knew that a smile touched her lush lips and her beautiful blue eyes were shining. She reached back to take his hand and laughed as he twirled her into his arms and then dipped her with elegant ease across one arm. Her arms reached up and wrapped around his neck. He murmured his love into her pretty shell-like ear.

"I love you too, Chal." She tugged his face closer and kissed him and then slid her tongue into his mouth to duel with his own. It was the point in the dream that he'd always thought If I wake up, it won't happen and she'll be here, beside him where she should be. But just like the last time, he couldn't force himself to wake or to change the dream, to make her safe again.

"Mmm." His moan was heartfelt and he let her control the kiss and finally brought her to her feet. "We could eat later." His words were met with the melodic tinkling of her laughter.

"You wouldn't hurt Giselle's feelings that way, Chal, and you know it. She put in a lot of work to make this night special for us. We couldn't do anything as cruel as not show up to appreciate it." She kissed him again and her hands moved down his chest over the crisp white shirt and dark blue dinner jacket he wore. "But don't forget those thoughts for after dinner. I think I want you for dessert."

He tucked her hand under his arm and escorted her into the dining room. He'd barely had the chance to seat her when the French doors had flown open and a group of men, all of them dressed in dark gray and black, flooded the room. He could hear Selena scream his name and he tried to get to her but a bolt of silver creased his brow. It knocked him backwards, the silver slowly seeping into his system.

Selena was being held, barely, between four of the men and another was pulling up segments of the floor boards, piling them up and using the candles to light them, to start a fire in the middle of the floor. It caught quickly. He rolled and tried to get up. He saw the metal stake and the wide hammer that was used to send it to pierce and shatter her heart, the kind, gentle heart that hated hurting anyone, despite the beast that had been inside of her. She was still alive, her screams loud and growing louder, more desperate as the toxic silver spread through her body. The silver that caused parts of her to die off.

Chal tried to get up again. But the toxin had entered his blood system as well, not to the extreme that Selena was going through but enough to make him uncoordinated and clumsy. He fell to the floor again, catching himself on his hands. He pushed himself up again and made it to his hands and knees.

One of the men rushed toward him, his heavy boot slammed into his chest. He felt the ribs breaking and he groaned and fell to his side. Another man kicked him in the back, just above his kidney and then another, this time sending his body skidding against what remained of the oak floor. "Selena!" He cried her name and tried once more to get up to go to her. "Selena, no!"

Her body was on the ground, a hatchet used to part her head from her body. He watched in horror as she was tossed into the flames of the fire. Her body still moved, still tried to protect herself. He forced himself up, his rage and sorrow turned to face the men. "Kill me!" It was as much a plea as a demand. So much pain twisted through him, so much anguish, he couldn't face it, not and stay sane.

"My pleasure." 

Chal turned and saw the man with the crossbow load another silver bolt into it. He cocked the weapon and sighted Chal with practiced ease. Chal held his arms out and tipped his head back just slightly. "Do it damn you!" He could feel the heat of the fire as it melted the wax of the candles and licked its way up the walls to consume the room. "Kill me too!"

But the man dropped the weapon to his side, and glanced one last time at Chal before his compatriots pulled him out of the burning room. The fire spread quickly and Chal took his seat at the dining room table. The table cloth was already burning. He could feel the flames licking at him, the searing pain was nothing compared to what he felt inside. He dropped his head to the table and bloody tears streamed down his face. "Selena." His anguish grew until he threw back his head and roared his pain.

His left side was on fire. He rose and screamed with the pain. He could feel his skin melting; feel his insides boiling with the heat. Then there was a splash of icy water and he fell to the ground and into blackness. The blackness was a relief from the pain that consumed him, the pain of the burns, the pain of losing his Selena, his soul-mate.

He'd lain in that soft blackness for over a month as his body healed. When he finally opened his eyes, it was to a strange room. New skin had replaced the burned and his hair was beginning to grow out. He'd stared around the room for a moment and then the memory returned and he'd risen from that bed and trashed that strange room, desperate to find a release from the agony that burned in his gut.

Her name was on his lips when he finally fell to the floor and stared at the room he'd ravaged. His eyes fell upon the picture that hung over the unlit fireplace. It was a full length portrait of Selena. He could remember the sly twist of her lips, the knowing look in her eyes as she winked at him. She was so incredibly beautiful and as sweet and kind as any woman he'd known, either human or other. They'd killed her, those men. They'd killed her and she wouldn't have hurt them even if she'd been starving.

The torturous torment roiled in his gut. He wanted revenge. He wanted to find them and kill them as violently and gruesomely as he possibly could. However he knew Selena wouldn't want that. She would have fought him and argued for hours if necessary to change his mind. How could he kill those men, find the vengeance that he sought when it would be everything that Selena hated?

He twisted upon the bed as he fought the memories and the pain. When a small, warm figure curled up against him, he calmed and wrapped his arm around her to hold her close. He felt the dream of Selena melt from his mind. It was replaced with a tiny, dark-haired sprite that danced naked in front of him,. Her curvy body tempted him and teased him until he groaned his need. "Bliss. Come to me, please."

She walked toward him, her hips swayed, her small breasts barely jiggled with each cat-like step. Her shoulders were held back and she showed no shame at her nakedness. 

"You're so beautiful, Bliss"

She smiled. "And you're over-dressed, Chal."

"I didn't want to scare you."

"Do I look scared?"

Chal laughed. "No, you look all woman to me. Can I touch you?"

She held her hands out to the side that clearly signified her approval of his idea. He took the two steps that separated them and held his hands out, his fingers gently touched the curve of her hip.

"You feel all woman to me. Can I kiss you?" His voice was low, husky, the incubus side of him yearned to make love to this woman, to feel her erotic energy. He felt as if he hadn't fed in months; that he would die if he couldn't take her now. "Say yes, Bliss. Please."

"Yes." The word was a breathless plea. "Please."

He grinned and he slid his hands to her back and lifted her easily. His lips were gentle, his tongue barely brushed the seam of her mouth. He groaned as she parted her lips to welcome him inside. He found her tongue and sucked it inside of his mouth to nibble and suck gently upon her. Her moans were sweet to his ears and he moved even closer. "Take off my clothes." The whispered words were anything but a plea. They were more like a demand as both sides of him were torturing him for taking her so slowly.

"You'll be mine, Chal. Is that what you want? You'll be bound to me in the way of my kind."

"Your kind?" His hands brushed the hair back from her face and he stared, enraptured by the beauty of her. Her face was pale, her eyes huge and a startling blue. He'd thought that the blue of her eyes should belong to a blonde. But against her pale skin and the black locks, the blue looked perfectly natural and utterly right. "What kind are you talking about, Bliss?"

"I'm a dream-weaver. My kind has the power to sneak into your dreams and change them. In doing so we can learn your every thought, your every desire. I felt your desire for Selena and the pain you were going through. I couldn't just let you feel that pain without trying to help it."

"Dream weaver?" His black brows furled even as his hands opened the heavy robe and slid down her back to draw her even closer to him. "I don't think I've heard of that before."

"No, you wouldn't have. The ability passes from mother to daughter and too many dream weavers never find the special man strong enough to mate with her. The man I called da, well he wasn't. My true da died before I was born. I think that is why he treated me the way he did, I was no true kin to him."

Chal had to force himself to pay attention to her words when all he truly wanted to do was make love to her. His need for her was so incredibly strong that he found himself nodding and sliding his hands up and over her breasts. They were small but firm, her nipples hard and erect. Those rosy peaks were big, sitting high upon her soft skin. He could feel himself salivate.

"I want to taste you."

Bliss shivered at the thought. "Yes." She moaned and her head fell back as he wasted no time. His mouth feasted upon her flesh and suckled upon her nipples. He nibbled upon the taut nubs until she was limp across his arm. Her breath panted from lungs that seemed oxygen starved. "Chal!"

"I want to fuck you." His tone was rough and he used his teeth to tug on her nipples. "Will you let me?"

She waved her hand and a huge bed was suddenly before him. He lifted her easily in his arms and, took her to the satin draped mattress. "Yes." The word was little more than a sigh and Chal tore at his clothes. He wanted to be naked with her. He climbed up beside her and straddled her hips and his lips went to one big nipple, sucking hard.

Bliss arched her back, her hands digging into the soft silk of his hair, feeling the ends as they tickled her skin, caressed her. She squirmed under his mouth and she tried to part her legs. She wrestled with him and was finally able to push him down to the bed.

He grinned at her from around her nipples. Then, with a move to fast to be able to see, he flipped her back to her back and slid between her parted legs. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed her wet intimate flesh against his stomach. He could feel her heat, the moistness of her arousal. He knew her need. Her energy was incredible. The waves of power that came from her body was almost more than he could handle. 

"Bliss..." He lost track of what he was saying when she pushed him to his back and her hands slid down over his chest. Her lips followed leisurely and kissed and touched as she wanted. His pleasure was intense, and the arousal and joy coming from her had him squirming under her. "I'm going to come."

She looked up from her position between his legs, her hand stroking slowly over the hardness of his cock. "So soon?" She pouted up at him, the look of sensuous female in her eyes. "Hmm, maybe I can help?"

"You help anymore and Donnie is going to look like a cub scout compared with what I will do." He ground his teeth as he heard the tinkle of her laughter. It slid up his back and sent a buzz of pleasure to race down his spine. "Bliss..."

"No." She spoke with a defiance that was startling. "This is my dream and I'm not ready for it to be over yet. I won't let you come until I'm ready, not until then." She stared up at him for a moment and then dipped her head. Her tongue did slow, torturous circles on his cock then flicked over its head. She took him in her mouth and used her lips that made him feel like he would come but she wouldn't let him. She hummed her pleasure and he felt that same jolt of pleasure that he'd felt before, but this time, it didn't cause his cock to jerk, to swell. This time it just seemed to grow behind a dam of her making to pile up until he wondered what would break first, him or her dam. 

Still, those same incredible jolts of sexual energy kept flooding his system, golden heat that was better than anyone else he'd eaten. He cried out as she took more and more of his cock until her nose pressed against the wiry soft hair at his groin.

She kept him there, hummed and swallowed, and knew she was driving him insane. But she was just beginning to enjoy herself, to take the being that he was, the being that she'd seen in his dreams and in his unconsciousness, and giving him more pleasure than anyone had done before. She wasn't afraid. She could see that he would never hurt her, that he only wanted her pleasure, her safety, to feel safe and whole. He couldn't be as bad as Donnie or her da. He wouldn't know how.

She started a slow intimate dance above him and took him deep into her mouth every third to fourth stroke. He was moaning continuously, his hands tangling in the short locks of her hair.

"God, how are you doing this?" He jerked into her mouth and groaned again. There was so much sexual energy coming from her that he couldn't figure out how she wasn't spent and limp over him. He gritted his teeth. His head was thrown back against the pillow. He could see her face, her mouth stretched around his granite hard cock. He swore he could even see it as she pulled him deep into her throat once more. When she lifted her head, he almost cried at the pain.

She rose to her knees and straddled his hips. His hands went to her sweetly curved hips, anxious to feel the heat of her around him again. She moved slowly, taking him inch by hard inch until he was fully engulfed. She'd barely had time to get used to how he felt inside of her when he began to grind her against him. Her moans were loud and grew louder in the quiet of the room. It mixed with his as the pleasure level just seemed to grow and grow. He felt her begin to shake and jerk above him and he rolled her to the bed to come between her thighs to thrust hard and deep inside of her.

She cried out his name as she came and then came again. But he didn't stop. He kept the waves of her orgasm flooding her until she couldn't breathe and her throat was raw from crying out. Her hand stroked over the small of his back and she hiss one word. "Come."

He roared his pleasure, his head thrust back. He didn't even think about moving away from her or about what he was and what he could do to her if he wasn't careful. His body jerked, his arms strained as he filled her over and over with steamy jets of his semen. Then he moaned her name, falling to the bed, his eyes closed. If his heart could beat, it would have been pounding out of his chest. He snuggled down into the bed and reached out for her with his eyes still closed.

The bed was the only thing that his fingers touched, when it should have been the softness of her skin had his eyes open. The room was still dark but he could see well enough to realize that he'd fallen asleep in her room. She lay close to the edge of the bed, held onto one of the pillows as if it were the only thing that kept her in place. He rolled closer to her and then pulled on her shoulder. He could see the tears that stained her cheeks, the blush that had her cheeks pink. She opened her eyes and stared up at him as if he were something foul.

"Bliss?"

She shook her head. "No, Chal."

"But...we should talk about what just happened between us."

"It was a dream. Dreams aren't real. They don't mean anything."

"You don't believe that, Bliss. I know you don't."

"Yes, and you know me so well. Oh wait, you only met me last night. That's right. So how in the hell can you know me at all?"

Chal furled his brow. He wanted to shake her for the way she was acting, for the things she said. But he forced himself to let her go and he rose from the bed. "Forgive me, I didn't think I was being presumptuous. I will leave you to you solitary bed." He rose, clicked his heels together and bowed. Then he left the room. He was feeling a bit like he thought a whore might feel, used for what his body could do for hers. How could a small girl make him feel like a fool, a girl he'd only just met?

He wanted to shout, to tear something apart but he forced himself to stop and count to ten over and over until the urge was gone. Then he put on his boots, grabbed his black bomber jacket and put it on as he walked out of the french doors in his room. He couldn't stay there. If he did, he knew he'd go back into her room and argue with her again. How could she say such things about dreams like the one they'd shared? He skipped quickly down the wide cement stairs but a thought had him sinking down on one of the curved metal benches.

She was a dream-weaver. She'd woven that dream for him, made love to him until he begged to be allowed to come. Despite all that, all the pleasure that she'd given him, he hadn't drained her dry. Things like that just didn't happen, no one person could withstand the incubus inside of him. So how in the hell had she done it?



Dream Weaver Ch. 04



That thought just chased itself around his head and came at him at strange times in the next twelve hours. But now Bliss was here, she'd met him at the foot of the stairs and followed him into the dining room. He was gentle as he sat her in the chair next to his. He was conscious of her needs. He'd filled her glass with a sweet wine and made her laugh with his wit.

Chal could see the nervousness in her eyes and he did whatever he could to make her more at ease. He served her the fine, rich food that Giselle prepared. When the servants finally withdrew, leaving them alone in the dining room, Chal was ready.

"There are many names for what you do but never in anything I explored was the name dream-weaver mentioned. What exactly do you do?"

Bliss lifted her glass and took a small sip of the red wine. Then she closed her eyes and sighed. With another sigh, she lifted her napkin to dab at her lips before she replaced it in her lap. "I told you, Chal. What I am is passed from mother to daughter since the beginning of life on this planet. We are the beings that control dreams and use them when we need to. Weavers have worked in the background of almost every big event in history. We've also been called Muses, if that helps."

"No. I would have heard of them before this. I mean, I've heard of Muses but I always believed that was just a term mortals use when they have a burst of inspiration." He cocked his head to the side and his obsidian hair slid over his shoulder. He flipped it back and gave her his full attention again.

Bliss smiled. "Just like a human." She sighed. "Do you remember in 1924? The huge train wreck that tore up rails and dug the engine into the ground. The crash happened just outside of a tiny town in the Midwest. Do you remember how many men and women died that day?"

"I was supposed to be on that train. It was an overnight from San Francisco to...to Washington."

"Why didn't you go, Chal? What kept you from making that trip?"

"I woke that evening from a bad dream. Oh, God...I'd dreamed about the crash."

"Yes, you did." Bliss deftly sliced off a small bite of her delicious roast. "And guess who gave you that dream?"

"It couldn't be you. You don't look old enough to vote." He reached out and took her hand in his. "So are you telling me that your kind has some kind of psychic ability? That you know what will happen before it actually does?"

"Not always, Chal. But if it happens to someone we care about, we are capable to change things just enough to protect that person. You knew a dream weaver then and she loved you very much, enough that she was able to cast that dream and give you that feeling to keep you off that train." She lifted her glass again and took another small sip. "Now do you understand?"

"I'm not sure," he answered and a chuckle escaped his beautiful mouth. "It's all kind of spinning in here right now."

"Well, you're part vampire, part incubus. That's a very strange combination as well."

"And you speak like none of this is out of the realm of possibility. So which one of us should be more amazed?"

"I know what I am, and I've seen a lot. The man you took me from, he was a real monster. If you had any idea of what he put me through day after day since my father sold me to him..." She shivered delicately and closed her eyes to try to block out the memories.

"He hurt you?"

It was a question but it wasn't his words that caught her attention, it was the emotion behind them. If she said yes, she had no doubt that he would find Master Donald again. Maybe this time he wouldn't stop until the man was dead. She couldn't let him do that.

"I healed." She glanced his way and saw his jaw move as he ground his teeth. "Dentures on vampires don't exactly work very well."

"What?" Chal glanced at her, confused.

"Your teeth, you're grinding them. Chal, he didn't do anything to me, nothing that will last. If you hurt him, or kill him, that is on me for the rest of my existence. If he were to get lucky and kill you...That is unthinkable to me. Please." She reached out and took his hand in hers. "Let it go."

Chal looked into her perfect blue eyes and sighed. "You do that pretty well," he said with a smile.

"Do what?" Her brow furled as she stared over at him.

"Get your own way." He chuckled. "I'm surprised Darcy wasn't wearing the collar and have you prancing him around naked behind you."

"I'd never want that ass naked, behind me or ahead of me." She shuddered. "The thought is repulsive."

He rose from his seat and came to crouch down next to her chair. "Do you find me repulsive?"

Bliss wiped her mouth carefully before she dropped her napkin onto her plate. Turning in her chair she faced Chal. "Repulsive, no. I don't think I could find a woman who would consider you repulsive." Her fingers gently touched his jaw and her thumb brushed over his cheekbones. His smile was beautiful and it drew an answering grin from her. He had the face of an angel with the mischievous look in his eyes of a two-year-old looking for trouble. She knew she would have a hard time if she thought to rein him in. 

"May I make love to you now, here, on this mortal plane?" His eyes glowed and his teeth grew, the incisors lengthening.

She blinked and then ran her fingers over his mouth, feeling the sharp teeth that had grown until they almost covered his bottom lip. Her blue eyes didn't leave his face. "I want to say yes, Chal. I truly do, but..."

"But..." he encouraged.

She clasped her hands over his and stared over his head at the fire that burned in the fireplace. "I...I want to say yes..."

"But..." he urged.

"Donald Darcy was a malicious beast, Chal."

He lifted his hand cupping her soft cheek against his palm. "Do you remember the dream?"

"The one I gave you just a while ago?"

"Yes. There is one thing that you did in that dream that was exactly the way it would happen. I will never force you, Bliss I will never take anything from you that you wouldn't give unstintingly."

Bliss smiled and she leaned forward, her soft lips touching one sharp cheekbone. "You know, you give vampires a bad name, Chal. You're going to have me believing that all vampires are as tame as puppies."

He threw back his head and laughed, intoxicated by her. "Maybe Pit Bulls, Bliss I can't think that any man could be cruel to you. It would be like pulling the wings off of butterflies." He drew her closer, watching as her eyelashes fluttered and closed over the soft blue of her eyes. His mouth touched hers and he moaned as her taste flooded him. She moaned softly as well, her hand coming up to tangle in his hair, holding him close.

He lifted his mouth once, his lips tracing over her eyelashes. "Shall we take this upstairs, Bliss?"

Her eyes opened and she stared up at him. "Please...."

"Please what, sweetheart?" He waited, anxious to hear what her conditions would be.

"Don't hurt me..."

Chal stared down into her eyes, seeing the plea and the fright in them. "I'd never hurt you, Bliss"

She nodded though there was still fear in her eyes. He stood and held her hand. "Will you come with me?"

She nodded and rose moving closer to him as he tucked her hand under his arm. "It's a beautiful night, Bliss, will you go for a walk with me in the garden?"

"But...I thought..." She glanced toward the door that would lead them to the wide staircase.

"We have all night, Bliss. Right now I just want to see you in the moonlight. You'll be lovely bathed in the pale glow of the moon's rays." He dipped his head and kissed her lips gently. When he went to pull back, her hand was tangled in his hair and held him in place. She groaned and breathed in the fiery passion that he exuded so easily.

It didn't take much coaxing from her and he parted her lips. An almost feral growl came from deep in his chest. When he finally did lift his mouth, his forehead rested against hers and he laughed a bit self-consciously. "You don't play fair, Bliss"

"You didn't want to kiss me?"

"Gods, yes, Bliss" His hands were on her arms and he held her against him. "You know, I am an incubus, kissing is like..."

"Appetizers? She giggled as his eyebrows rose at the comparison.

"I guess that will work. I know making love with you will be mind-blowing, just by the fire you cause in me. But for now, will you walk with me?" He dropped his hands from her and offered her his arm, smiling widely when she threaded hers through it. "The gardens are beautiful in the moonlight."

She nodded and smiled and felt a bit more at ease. She let him lead her to the double french doors and stepped through them when he opened them. When he reached for her hand again, she gave it to him eagerly. A walk in the beauty behind his huge manse, perhaps a kiss and a cuddle under the big moon that was just peeking over the top of the trees, was an exquisite thought.

Chal lifted her hand and kissed it while she looked down at her. "Not afraid of the dark?"

"Not while you're with me."

"Maybe you should be." His voice was husky, a rough growl that had a shiver of goose flesh over her bare arms.

"You won't hurt me, Chal. You're too good, too caring to hurt me."

Chal chuckled. "You know, Bliss, it's not good for a girl to know all of a man's secrets. It takes a bit of the seductive appeal out of a relationship."

"Oh, so when you learn all my secrets, you won't want me anymore?" She sent him a sly smile. He stopped walking but she took two more steps before she stopped to look at him. "What?"

"Let me foreshadow this by saying only one woman has held my heart even after she was dead. But you are sneaking in places that I thought had been dead for a long time."

Bliss smiled wider. "So...I'm like mold, or maybe cockroaches?"

Chal laughed. He appreciated her quick wit. "I'd say more like crab grass. You think you've got it gone and its back."

Bliss chuckled and pressed a little closer to Chal. "Now how would a man who lives like this know anything about crab grass?"

He'd been about to answer her when a sound caught his attention. "Go back to the house, Bliss and lock the doors. Don't open them until you see me. Me and only me." He kissed her quickly and turned her in the direction of the house and gave her a gentle push to start her on her way. He didn't move until he saw the last bit of the color of her gown disappear. "I never knew you to hide in the shadows, Les. What are you doing here?"

Celesta stepped out of the shadows, her red leather pants and halter bright against the green of the garden. "I wouldn't have to skulk around here if you hadn't kicked me out, Chal. I just can't believe that after everything we meant to each other, you were so quick to throw me out over a little snip of a girl like her. She can't satisfy your appetites in bed the way I had."

Chal shook his head. "Les, I really think you should seek some professional help. You think a little too much of yourself."

He saw the small movement of her hand and spun to see the men that came out of the garden to circle him. Les stepped back to stay out of the fray. "I didn't want it to come to this. It would have been nice if you would have offered to give the girl to me."

"Why do you want her?"

Celesta smiled. "She hasn't used her powers on you yet? That's too bad. From what I've been told, they are pretty remarkable. Some men will pay unbelievable amounts to get her to use that talent for their personal gain. You remember Garret Johannesburg."

Chal's eyes widened. That had been the last name he thought she'd ever use. He nodded, unwilling to let her see the rage that was in his eyes. "What does he have to do with anything?"

"When you kicked me out of here, I had nowhere to go. I had Donald drop me off at a coffee shop. I was never so surprised in my life when Garret walked in. He came right up to me like he'd known I would be there."

"He probably did, Les. When will you ever realize that what Garret wants has nothing to do with you? He wants power and he thinks you can help him get what he wants. When he realizes that you have no power, you'll be found in Monroe Lake, nothing more than food for the fishes."

"You're jealous! You don't like Garret to have anything that once belonged to you. Get over yourself Chal. You aren't the big bad around here anymore." She moved closer to him since her anger made her forget her fear.

"Why would I care who gets my sloppy seconds? And who is the new big bad, Les? Garret? You?" He laughed and it infuriated her. "Garret doesn't know anything about ASP but I know you do and you know what they'll do to you."

"They can't touch me. I'm not supernatural."

Chal felt her "nana na nana" tone and wanted to shake her, in hopes that some smarts that had gotten lost somewhere deep in her brain would be stimulated and come back to life. "Celesta, anytime a supernatural being is threatened by a normal human, ASP works with the police to put an end to whatever they are doing."

"No, you're wrong. Garret explained it to me." Her eyebrows furled and he could see a bit of doubt surface. Her eyes flitted from his to off someplace above his left shoulder. "He did, didn't he?"

"Les, in all the time we were together, did I lie to you? Did I ever once try to make you into a patsy? I was good to you. So be a good girl now and take your friends here and leave my property." His eyes burrowed into hers, his mind touching hers. "Leave now, Les."

"We'll leave now." She repeated his command and her eyes looked exceedingly dopy. "Come." She ordered the men that surrounded him.

Chal met the gaze of each of the men and added a touch of mind control to send them on their way. Only one man tried to fight him but an extra harsh glance made him move as well. He stood where he was until they'd left the garden, then he hurried toward his home, anxious to get to Bliss

His first idea that anything was wrong was the french doors. They stood wide open. "Bliss!" He moved inside carefully. He could smell her scent but there was something else as well. A stranger's scent, but one he was slightly familiar with. "Garret." Celesta and the men had been nothing but a smoke screen to keep him away from the house so that Garret could come in and snatch Bliss from under his nose. He hurried further into the house. "Rodney? Giselle?"

Giselle helped a limping Rodney into the hall. "They took her sir. We tried, but..."

"I know. Rodney, are you okay?" He forced himself to not scream at the man. This was his own fault and no one else.

"I shall be fine, sir. It was G..."

"Garret, yes I know. I just don't know why. Which door did he take her from?"

"The front, sir." Giselle helped Rodney to sit and then handed him the ice packs she'd made up for him. "He said that if anyone follows him, he will kill the girl. What do you wish us to do?" 

Chal thought quickly. "Stay here, take care of Rodney." He pressed a kiss on Giselle's soft cheek. "And don't worry." He smiled down at the two of them. "I'll get Bliss back. I just need..." He turned without finishing his sentence and blurred up the stairs. Going into Bliss's room, he lifted the pillow she'd used for her head. Breathing deeply of her scent, he shivered at what her aroma did to him.

His cock hardened, his breath grew short, and though oxygen wasn't necessary for him to live, he felt the effects upon his libido. Sinking down with her pillow on his lap, he closed his eyes. "Bring me to you, Bliss"

For a moment all he could feel was his vampire side as he wished to rip out Garret's throat for taking something that was his. Then his incubus side took over and he felt his consciousness waver. Bliss's scent was strong and he let himself follow it, follow her need for him and his for her. When he opened his eyes, they glowed an icy blue. He rose. He dropped the pillow onto the bed. He knew where she was now.

He opened her window and jumped out to quickly disappear from sight. 



Dream Weaver Ch. 05



Hi Everyone. I am sorry about my disappearance. I feel terrible about it. Since the last stroke I just can't write more than a couple of sentences and then everything just dries up. I keep wondering if I'll ever get any of it back. Yeah, boo hoo to me. I just wanted all the wonderful people who have followed my work to understand. Thanks so much!!!

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Chapter Five

Chal ran through the night. He could smell Bliss, could taste her fear on the wind and it made him insane. He blurred past houses and parks, all dark now at this time of the night. His mind raced as well. Every thought he had was for Bliss.

Pictures of last night, of the way she'd made love with him, tormented him. She'd been so...perfect, so gloriously perfect and beautiful. Thoughts of what Garret could be doing to her made him growl his fury. His eyes glowed and his lips spread, his fangs white and awful. Both his sides, the vampire and the incubus, were enraged. He had to find her before Garret could hurt her. His arms ached with his need to hold her. He'd promised her that she wouldn't be hurt, that she had nothing to fear from anyone as long as she was with him.

She was still with him, no matter where she went, she was still his until she said otherwise. "I'm coming, Bliss. I'm coming. Just stay strong for just a little bit longer."

But even as he said it, he felt the draining of his strength as the first rays of dawn tinged the sky. Despite his incubus side, he was still vulnerable to the sun's rays. He had to go to ground and soon.

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Bliss felt the hands that gripped her arms tighten even further. She whimpered under the hood that they'd placed on her. It was heavy, the fabric was itchy and she felt like she couldn't breathe. Her face was hot and sweat dripped from her chin.

The gown that Chal had surprised her with earlier this awful night was now torn and, she was sure, stained. She'd been so excited when he'd handed her the big silver box with a blue bow that he'd said matched her eyes. There'd been more than a dress in the box. He'd thought of everything she would need under the gown and shoes, beautiful shoes that perfectly matched the gown. Now it was ripped and she'd lost one of the shoes in her struggles to get free. Her arms were tied behind her back and they ached, her wrists bled and she was growing dizzy and faint with terror. 

"Little warm?" The voice was insidious but unfamiliar and she didn't answer.

That was a mistake. He gripped her arm with fingers that felt like steel and shook her like a dog would a bone. "Now, let's try this again. Are you a little warm?"

"Yes! I'm warm!" Tears slipped from her eyes to mix with the saltiness of her sweat. She couldn't decide if they were from pain or from fear. She could only hope that Giselle and Rodney were okay. The couple had done their best to keep her safe when the men had broken down the french doors.

She had done everything that Chal had told her to do. She'd gone back to the house and locked the doors behind her. Then she'd paced and waited for Chal. There was fear in her, fear that she didn't understand. However, the thought of him being hurt or killed was too terrible to consider. The memory of the dream she'd sent him the night before, the dream that he'd made love to her with such power and control surprised her. She'd sent the dream but what he'd done with it still had her heart racing.

It wasn't Chal that came to find her. He'd stood in front of the french doors with his hands out to his side. He'd slowly turned in a full circle than he'd come closer to the doors and knocked gently. 

"You're Miss Bliss, aren't you?" He asked through the glass. "Chal asked me to come and find you. He wanted you to know that everything is all right but you must come with me. He'll come find you when all is safe." The man spoke with a strange smile on his face. He sounded so gentle and absolutely honest. 

It was as if he couldn't remember how to smile, like he was rusty, or missing something. There was an odd inflection in his voice as he spoke and she could feel him draw her in. She couldn't think of anything else but doing what he wanted. She reached for the door handle to open it for him.

But Rodney quickly wrapped his arm around her and spun her away as Giselle firmly double locked the door. "Leave Garret. You are not welcome here. Go back to those bottom dwellers you live with and leave this poor girl alone."

There was strength in Giselle's voice, strength and conviction in the steel of her words. It was almost as much steel as what was in Rodney's arms as he held her from the door. 

The next few moments were awful. Bliss fought against Rodney's arms. She scratched and bit to try to force him to lower them so she could do what her master asked.

It was only when she thought of the word master and what it entailed that she finally calmed. She stood in docile silence with her face buried in her hands. "I was going to open the door for him. I was going to let him in."

"It's alright, Miss. Garret likes to make people do as he wishes. Just don't look in his eyes." Rodney slowly released her. "Can I get you anything, Miss?"

"Could you get me Chal, Rodney? I hate not knowing if he's okay or not." Bliss pleated the skirt of her gown. It felt so much better to have something to do to occupy her hands. She needed something for her thoughts as well. A quick glance back at the door made her realize that Garret was gone.

"I wish it were possible for me to conjure him up for you. But I was thinking more about something like tea." Rodney glanced toward the french doors as well. Garret wasn't there.

Bliss shook her head and graced Rodney with a smile. "Tea sounds wonderful, Rodney. Thank you."

"It is my pleasure." Rodney bowed and turned. With a knowing look to his wife, he glanced once more at the french doors and then left the room.

He'd returned very quickly, much too quickly to have brewed the beverage and set out the tea things. He was marched into the room, a man at his back with a sharp and amazingly long knife that looked more like a machete pressed to his throat.

"This would have been so much quicker and easier if you'd opened the doors, Bliss. Now I have to murder these two and I so didn't want to do that." Garret stared at her as if waiting for an answer. "Or..." He began slowly. "You could come with me willingly and I could let these two go."

He didn't wait for her to answer, only pulled the knife from his throat and slammed it down on Rodney's head. "You are definitely going to want to answer me quicker, Miss Bliss. I really don't have the patience to deal with any negativism. Now, you will come with me and I will let these two live. What do you say?"

Bliss was terrified but shaken and she stepped forward. "Let them go, please" 

Garret held on to Rodney and took Bliss's arm. He glanced down at the winsome beauty. "I can see why Chal is so taken with you. I bet you are a sweet piece in bed. Your father said you were and that you were worth more than I could even imagine."

"My f-father?" A chill just surrounded her heart and she thought she would crack into a million pieces. "You've talked to da?"

"I'd love to tell you all about it but we should be out of here before Les lets him mesmerize her." Garret smashed the knife down on top of Rodney's head again, much harder than he had before. Rodney fell like a rock. Giselle cried out and wrung her hands. She wanted nothing more than to go to her husband.

Garret stepped away and spun Bliss around. He slid the machete in his belt and began to drag Bliss toward the front door. His fingers felt like iron shackles. She'd had little chance to glance behind and what little she could see gave her little hope of being rescued. She could only hope Chal...

Even the thought of his name brought sorrow to squeeze at her heart. This was her fault. If she'd only hidden more behind master, he wouldn't have found her. Then she could be sure of Chal's safety. For all she knew, he could be bleeding into the soil of the gardens. She had to know.

Garret pushed her into a long car just one step short of a limo, knocking her off the seat to sit at his feet. He followed behind her and then was more enraged because Celesta was seated there already. He'd hoped to leave her here as a patsy. "Is he dead?"

"No, but we had to leave, Garret honey." Les pushed herself closer to Garret and laid her hand on his arm. She pouted just a bit and looked up at him under her heavily made-up eyelashes. "We could try again."

Garret scoffed. "We have nothing to try for. I'm perfectly happy with the results of that little visit." The door was slammed behind him. He pressed a button on a small number pad on the inside of the car door and spoke into a tiny intercom system. "Off now, James. Take us into the mountains. Just take us by Miss Celesta's hotel room first.

The ride was terrible for Bliss. She'd done her best to try and stay in a ball pressed as close as she could against the bottom of the door as far from him as she could make it. She'd tried the door handle and a tiny whimper escaped her when it wouldn't open and the lock button didn't work. She was trapped.

She had tried all the buttons when Garret had followed Celesta out of the car but they didn't work. There'd been heated words between the two of them. Les had cried and stomped her foot so hard on the ground, her expensive shoes had lost a heel. She picked up the heel and threw it as hard as she could. "You'll regret this, Garret! You wait, you'll see! Then I'll laugh at you and turn my back on you!!"

Garret didn't look back. He slipped back in the back of the car and slammed the door behind him. "The mountains now, James."

The reply was an affirmative and Bliss felt her heart sink. She was alone in the back of the car with Garret. What would he do to her next?

Garret spread his long legs out in front of him and got comfortable. He took hold of Bliss's arm and pulled her to sit between them. If she relaxed, she could cuddle up against his legs. She was surrounded by him. The thought made her nauseous. She pulled back, or at least as far back as he would let her.

"What do you want from me?" she whispered, glancing up into his face.

"Hmm, now that is a good question. Relax under my hand and I will do my best to make you understand my intentions."

She tried but he felt wrong, there was no real gentleness in him, no care or tenderness. She tried to rest her head against his thigh, but she just couldn't, he just smelled too...wrong. She pulled just a few inches away and rested against the seat across from him.

Garret allowed it with a snide twist of his lips. He bent down and brought her closer then slid the back of his fingers down the side of her face. He traced one finger over her soft lips and slid his thumb over the curve of her cheek.

It was the same thing that Chal had done and she marveled at the difference. Even as gentle as Garret's fingers had been, she longed for Chal's. 

She would have happily made love to Chal in the back seat of the car. She would have gladly ridden or been ridden by him to orgasm. Just the thought made her eyes close and her heart race. Even in his dreams, Chal showed a gentle nature and a longing for her pleasure. She wanted him with a passion she'd never felt.

Garret breathed in deeply and let it all out in a rush. "This is the best you can do?"

Bliss met his eyes. "You've stolen me from my master. I should be trying to kill you to get back to him."

"Do you really think you could?" He chuckled and then tapped a finger on the tip of her nose. "You are adorable."

"I know I wouldn't succeed. But I should be trying anyway." A tear slid down her cheek and he slid a finger under it and caught it against his skin.

"It is good that you know your limits. A good pet is hard to find. I might even keep you as a plaything when I finish up." He brought his finger with her tear up to his mouth and his tongue flashed out to taste it. "Hmmm." He savored the salty drop and waited for Bliss to speak.

She blinked her eyes, unsure of what she'd just seen. In the instant that her tear was at his lips, his face had changed, it had grown longer, thinner. His skin was an ugly mustard color, his lips had thinned and turned black. His teeth had been perfect as Garret but as this thing, they were sharpened, longer, with his fangs hanging well over his lower lip.

"What...what are you?"

Garret smiled and ran the flat of his hand over his face. When he took his hand away, she was confronted by a new horror. "I am what your 'sweet Chal' made me. What, you don't think I'm handsome now?"

Bliss pulled back, her eyes wide in terror. She cried out when he reached down and grabbed a handful of blue gown and lifted her with it until her face was little more than a hair's breath away. "I will use you anyway I wish to until he gives himself to me. But until then...little one, you are mine."

He brought her even closer, breathing in her scent and then his tongue, split at the tip, licked at her neck. "Hmmm, you are sweet." He threw her against the other seat and then pushed the button to speak to his driver. "Take your time, James. Miss Bliss and I have matters to...discuss." He chuckled and it was a horrible sound.

There was a clicking in his throat and she cringed. His idea of discussion scared her more than anything her last master had done to her. He'd done a lot. He had a torture chamber built in a small room in his basement. Toys hung from the ceiling, toys that struck a chord of terror in her whenever he'd forced her down there. She still bore signs of the whips, floggers, and pincers that he'd used.

But Garret scared her more. He crooked a finger at her, cocking his head a bit to the side when she shook her head. "I'd have thought that Donnie would have taught you better than that. Now, come to me." He leaned back on the couch and nodded down at her. "Come to me!"

Bliss cringed and tears of fear fell from her eyes in a steady stream. In her mind, she was crying for Chal, begging him to rescue her from this nightmare. She took a big breath and held her hand up to him.

* * * * 

Chal's eyelids twitched, his eyes moving fiercely under them. They popped open and his entire body lurched. "Bliss."

He could see her in his mind, feel her terror and pain. It was as if they were connected. He moaned and thrashed, trying to free himself of the blankets that swaddled him. He had taken refuge in the home of a woman who knew what he was and had enjoyed the seductive sweetness of what he could do. She'd built him a safe room early on in their 'relationship'. He'd used it many times when he was unable to make it home in time or he was too hungry to try.

He kicked off the blanket finally and jumped up, pulling back the huge, thick curtain that hid the door and any light that might come in through the cracks. The sun was still up but it was close enough to sunset for him. He didn't care about the minor pain that the sun would cause. She needed him.

Constance, the owner of the house must have heard him rise because she was walking up the staircase before he could start down. "Chal, I never mind letting you use the safe room. You are always a joy."

"I'm sorry, Connie. This actually wasn't a pleasure call. I'm searching for someone. You might know him, I think you run in the same circles. Garret Johannesburg. He's kidnapped my..." Chal couldn't finish. He wasn't quite sure what Bliss was to him. He just knew he had to find her and soon.

"Kidnapped your...what?" Constance took a lock of her long, white blonde hair and twirled the curl around her finger. Chal loved her hair. He always liked to cover himself with the heavy tresses. "Your brother? Your father? A friend? Who?"

"She's my...ward. She's been...She's been kidnapped by Garret Johannesburg. Do you know where he is? I've searched his mansion here in town but there was no sign of him and I couldn't sense her. I really could use the help." Chal reached out and touched her chin. With little thought he stared into her eyes and took control. "Have you met Garret?"

"Yes," she spoke slowly, her eyes never leaving his. "He's an asshole."

Chal chuckled. "I agree. Do you know if he has any out of town properties?" His finger stroked down her arm, keeping her relaxed and calm. "Maybe down by the lake or...I don't know...in the mountains."

"There is...I heard there is a place in the mountains. It's just gossip, Chal. But I heard it's off Route 20 up by Bascome creek."

Chal moved closer, staring down into her big blue eyes. "Thank you, sweetheart. I owe you more than you will ever know." He blinked and she shook her head slightly.

"What were we discussing?"

He bent and brushed a kiss against her cheek. "I have to go. As always, thanks for letting me rest here. You've always been so gracious."

Chal smiled and then rushed out the door of her house. It shut with a distinct click behind him. He raced through the woods around the city, heading for Route 20. He knew where the creek was and had an idea where he would find Garret.

He only slowed when he was standing on the bank by the creek. He stood there, his chest moving as he sniffed the air, trying to find that one, distinctive scent that he associated with her. With his eyes closed, he let his other senses search for her. When he opened them, a small smile crossed his lips.

* * * *

Bliss couldn't breathe. Terror had the air locked in her chest. "No," she gulped in fear.

"Donnie might have allowed you to tell him no, but I'm not him and you will respect me." He took his riding crop and flicked it so that the end caught her just at the torn bodice of her gown. "You will disrobe now or I will get out my bull whip and take it off of you the way I prefer. I really don't think you will enjoy that, now, do you?"

Her hands reached back for the zipper on the gown. With a bit of a yank, it went down on its track and the gown fell down her body, catching only for a moment on her hips before it pooled on the floor. She wore only a pair of tiny blue panties and a matching blue strapless bra. A small cry of distress left her lips and her arms wrapped around her body, trying to hide her curves.

He walked around her as if assessing her assets. With a disgusted mien, who snapped the crop at her arms, forcing them down next to her sides. "Knees, girl."

She went, banging them on the cold cement floor of the basement. She cringed as his fingers fumbled at the catch of her bra. "Please, no. I belong to Chal."

The sound of his anger was drowned out by the crash of the door at the top of the stairs. "Chal!" she screamed, trying to scrabble away from Garret. But he grabbed her arm and spun, putting her in front of him. When Chal slammed the door open of the room that Garret had taken her, her captor reached behind him and pulled a huge knife and press the sharp edge of it against her throat.

"What do you want to happen here, Chal?"

"Garret, you scum. What in the hell? Are you crazed?"

"Crazed? I've been called worse by better people. But now that I think about it, maybe I am a bit. What do you think, Bliss. Did I feel crazed in you?" He wrapped his arm around Bliss's slim waist and caressed the nipple of her breast.

She squeaked and brought both her hands up to wrap around his wrist. She tried with everything she could muster to pull his hand away. She cried out when he tightened his hold on her nipple and pulled. "Stop! Please, please stop!"

Chal took a single step forward, stopping instantly when Garret pushed the knife harder against her throat. 

"So, I think we are at a Mexican Standoff."

Chal stared at Bliss, stopped by the knife pressed against her throat. "I...I can't..."

"No," Garret laughed, pressing the blade in just a bit further.




Dream Weaver Ch. 05



Chal groaned when he saw the small drop of blood run down her throat and over the collarbone. "Bliss?"

"I'd rather be dead. Do it!" Bliss took a breath and closed her eyes, ready for whatever was going to happen next.



Dream Weaver Ch. 06



Bliss stared at Chal with helpless eyes. She had no hope that he would be able to save her, not twice, not with a man as evil and powerful as Garret. The man had placed offers with her previous Master. He'd been allowed her company and she shuddered in terror at the thought of being with him now. 

But Chal was strong and he took care of his own. For some reason-- a reason she just couldn't understand-- he had made her his.

"It's okay, C-Chal." She tried to sound strong but a sobbing hitch to her breathing betrayed her. "I'm all right.

Garret shook her. "Shut up! If I wanted you to speak, I'd tell you what to say!" He pressed the knife so that its sharp blade indented the flesh of her neck. A single drop of blood dripped from that blade. With a gleam in his eyes, he ran his hand from her waist to her breasts, caressing her nipple through the gown. "She likes this," he jeered, as if trying to provoke Chal's temper. He pulled at the gown and ripped it further until her nipple was exposed and he tweaked at it, causing her to jerk away from his groping hands. He yanked her back again and thrust his hips against the softness of her buttocks. "Tell him how much you like it, bitch. Tell him how much you want me. Tell him that you want to stay with me and be mine."

A flush of shame suffused her face as her nipple grew hard under the onslaught of his fingers. In a clearly awful exchange, he moved one hand down to her naked pussy. She tried to jerk away then but he wouldn't allow it. It might have been that last lash of his fingers or the name he called her, a name she absolutely loathed, or maybe just Chal's presence, but she turned her head, ignoring the knife at her throat and glared up at Garret. "I've been dragged around and beaten, sold and abused, raped and tortured, and if you think you can do anything to me with that knife that I'm not ready for, you are sadly mistaken. So use the..." she turned her head back and stared straight ahead, hatred in her eyes. "...fucking knife or let me go!"

Garret stared down at her in surpriise. Those had been the last words he'd expected her to say and they flabbergasted him. Gabby had promised that the bitch had been cowed by her previous owner. "Shut up, slut! You will do what I say without question or I'll rip your fucking head off with this knife and then fuck your bloody throat."

"Try it bastard." Bliss looked at Chal, her eyes speaking things she'd hadn't said in the few days she'd known him. Her eyes were saying good-bye. "I don't think you have it in you, Garret. I don't think you have the...the stones to kill me. You know if I wasn't here, Chal would have ripped your head off. He might have drained you dry as well though that would definitely be an unsavory meal."

Chal stood ready to intercede if Bliss pushed Garret too far. A sardonic twist of his lips greeted Garret's eyes. He nodded his approval at her choices of words and gave her a smile that set her soul to quiver. Then he cocked his head questionably. "I guess the lady has had enough of your company, Garret. So...what do you say, let her go and I won't let her hurt you. Otherwise I might actually enjoy watching her take you down a peg or two." Bliss grinned at his words. There seemed such acceptance in his tone and she basked in his approval.

As long as Chal was with her, she could do so many things that had seemed too beyond her. It was like having a door open in front of her, just waiting for her to decide her next step. "So Garret, what's your answer? Let me walk now or...You're beginning to look hungry, Chal." She cocked her head to the side and gave him a slightly coy smile.

His hand touched his stomach. "I could eat." He was amazed by her strength and her will.

Garret's hand was shaking and not quite so steady with the knife against her throat. It was now or nothing.

A second later, he dropped the knife and a high pitch squeal came from his mouth. He fell to the floor and clutched at his favorite appendage. He rolled on the hard, cement floor, spluttering and moaning. Bliss stood over him for a moment then stepped between his legs. "You'll think again before you do this to another woman." She drew her leg back and kicked him once more, a kick so hard that a sharp, undulating squeal came from his mouth. She held out a hand to Chal, the other held the edges of her torn gown. "Can we go home?"

Chal ran the back of his fingers over her soft cheek then took her hand. "We certainly can."

"I'm so sorry about the gown, Chal. It was so beautiful." She glanced up at him from behind thick lashes. She opened her mouth to say something else but Chal stopped her.

"Don't you dare tell me you're sorry. That is completely not your fault. If Garret wasn't on the ground already, I'd knock him down a couple of times for just making you worry." He smiled down at her as she tentatively touched him. His arms went around her to tenderly hold her close. 

He was moving slowly, too slowly. She just couldn't feel fear from his touch. Instead she wanted him to sweep her up and embrace her, to lay to her down and do things in the big bed in her room that would make her blush. With this, with him all of this seemed like a nightmare, quickly forgotten. She wanted his passion and she wanted his touch. She needed his touch more than she needed to breathe. 

"I missed you." His voice was low and intimate.

Bliss felt her heart swell. "You were gone and I couldn't find you. Garret said that he had killed you and I wanted to die too." Her words were quiet but she knew that he heard her. He swept her up in his strong arms, carefully keeping his movement slow and gentle. He had taken care of the two men that had been stationed at the top of the basement stairs. Garret had hired men to patrol his grounds with huge dogs, Chal had taken care of all of them. There were more of Garret's men in the guard shack at the end of his drive. 

Cuddling her close, he tried to keep her from seeing the dead guards that were there and on the outside of Garret's front door as well as the shack. His step was sure and her weight seemed like nothing. He walked down the walkway to the driveway, than started down the long drive. The gate was open and as he reached the road, he was running and then he blurred out of sight. 

She couldn't lift her head. He ran so fast and so easily that she felt as if they were flying. It was an exhilarating and terrifying sensation and she couldn't keep her eyes open to watch. Instead, she buried her face against his neck, wrapped her arms around him, and inhaled his spicy, male scent. She laid a tender kiss against his skin just under his ear and felt him shudder. "You can't," he growled. "You have to Stop. You're killing me, Bliss."

She heard him even though his words were quickly lost in the wind he created with his passing. A little imp, one she hadn't felt since before her mother's death lent her eyes a twinkle of mischief. She lifted herself in his arms just enough to reach his ear then traced the outside whorl with her tongue before breathing her answer into it. "I can't? I think I just did."

He stopped running just inside the back gate of the gardens in his own back yard. His breathing was rough and he slowly let her legs drop, his arm still wrapped around her back. "No. You can't. If you continue, I won't be able to control myself." He took a step back, releasing her completely only to take her arm as she swayed. "I could hurt you, Bliss."

Bliss smiled and stared up into his warm eyes. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the power he gave her with his words. "You wouldn't hurt me."

"I could do so much more than hurt you." There was a trace of self-deprecation in his voice, a hint of cynicism that had her cocking her head. 

Her eyes never wavered from his. "You won't hurt me, Chal. You are too good in here." Her fingers brushed over the soft fabric of his jacket. Her palm gently rested over his heart.

* * * *

He tried to turn and walk away but it had been so damn long since he'd felt the gentleness of a woman's touch, a touch not coerced by his combined gifts or his money. "Do you have any idea what I am? I could rip you apart with my bare hands, Bliss. I could drain you dry and leave the empty husk of your body out there to blow into little more than dust." He took a deep breath and gently allowed his forehead to touch hers. She was shaking and he didn't know if it was fear or if she was just chilled from the cold breeze. "I could... literately fuck you to death."

"I'm not scared. You won't hurt me." She took the last half step to press herself against his hard body. He was trembling under her hands and felt the shiver as she got the first taste of him. That quiver affected him. It made him want to touch her but he knew he had to run away from her.

He shook his head and tried to turn his back to stop her. Her hands moved over his chest, softly stroking his cool skin. "Please Chal. I want you to take me in your arms and make love with me in that wide bed in your room. I want to be yours. I am yours." She pressed her breasts against him.

"I'll take you into the house, but I will not kiss you or touch you. It's too dangerous. You're too dangerous. I would lose myself in you; in your touch, your scent, and the way that you kiss me. You are just too tempting. If I lose control, I could kill you." He turned toward her, his hands encircling her wrists, keeping those hands off his body. "No touching." He patted her hands, moving them to her sides.

Her arms instantly went around his neck. "I want you to lose control with me. I want you to bury your body inside of me. I want to forget all those others that came before you. Please, help me forget, Chal. I know you won't hurt me." She was breathless, and her eyes didn't leave his face even as he picked her up.

They were on the back veranda so quickly, she placed a hand on his cheek to ground herself. 

"Are you all right?"

She nodded and he set her down in front of him. He stopped just short of the french doors that Garret had taken her from and ruefully made to set her down. "I'm going to take you up to your room. Then I have to leave. Kissing you has me famished, Bliss."

A green haze colored her vision and had her dropping her arms. "You would reject what I want to give you and go to some other woman." She glared up at him, a range of emotions crossing her face. "What can she give you that I can't?" She made to move past him but he wouldn't allow it.

"You know what I am, what I could do to you if I lost control. If I ever hurt you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself, much less touch you again. You are so absolutely precious to me. I just want you too much to be able to trust myself." He dipped his head and kissed her gently. He tried to keep it soft and sweet, but Bliss could feel how he struggled.

Her hands moved over his flesh, quickly unbuttoning his shirt so that her fingers could trail over his ribs. She hummed her appreciation of his hard, muscular chest and satiny skin. "Make love to me..." Her lips left a scorching heat that drew him even further under her spell. Her tongue slipped across his ribcage and stopped at the hard nubbin of his nipple. She teased at it using her tongue as she moved from one nipple to the other.

"Bliss, no...you can't." His head fell back and he stumbled, his back hitting the french doors. He growled at the feel of her lips, and the heat of her tongue. "Gods!"

"I can. I want to." Her voice was soft but the power of her words was not in the volume but in the meaning and she meant every word. She reached up, framing his face with her tiny hands. "I need to, please. Chal, don't tell me no." She wriggled against him and felt the hard bulge in his pants. "I need you," she whispered desperately and slid her tongue over the skin of his throat.

His hands moved over her back restlessly, finally filling with the supple muscles of her ass. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his slim waist. "Please, Chal." She gasped as one big hand turned her face up to his, his lips taking hers. Another gasp left her lips, captured by his as a wave of unbelievably strong pleasure shuddered through her. It was like a sweet spear of rapture. It made her feel weak and her toes curled, than she was strong when she heard his out-of-control moan.

His mouth moved down her throat to that sweet spot at the base of her neck. His teeth nipped at her flesh and she echoed his moans. "God yes, please..." His hand fisted in the rags of the dress he'd given her. One tug and the dress ripped, exposing the gentle curve of her breasts. A sound came from his mouth, a purr that tickled her flesh and coiled within her body.

She moaned again and lifted herself up to press her naked breasts against him. "More." It was an order, definitely not a suggestion and he dug his fingers through the short waves of her hair. She was naked and in his arms, her body pressed up to him. 

"Mine." He growled licking the softness of her throat. His voice was husky and strangely defeated. He turned with her in his arms and pressed her soft body into the glass. One hand was wrapped around the back of her head, protecting her, always protecting her. His other hand slid down the curves of her sleek form. Then he drove her into a writhing, moaning mass of erotic need.

"Yours, Chal. I've always belonged to you." Her hands dug into his hair, and air hissed between her lips. "Chal...I-I..." Her hands pulled at his shirt, finally getting it off of him with a moan of pleasure. Her hands pulled at the buckle of his belt. "I want you." She hummed her pleasure and pulled at the fastenings of his pants. The button ripped off in her desperate hands and she quickly slid his zipper down to its stop. Staring up into his eyes, she slid her hand into his slacks. Her breathing grew rougher as her fingers wrapped around his cock.

"God!" His head fell back. "Bliss, absolute Bliss."

"Oh no. Oopsie! How crass of me. I really should have knocked, my brother. The voice was feminine, silky and sexy and it came from behind her. "Am I interrupting something important?" 

Chal let his head rest against the cool glass above Bliss's head. He sighed. Leaving the beauty of her body took much longer. Finally he took one last caress.

She looked up at him, seeing his confusion. "Chal?"

"I'm sorry, Bliss, but it's for the best. I should have never touched you or let this happen. It was... it was my fault." He slid the back of his hand against the softness of the skin on her cheek.

Her eyes flashed and her lips tightened. She took the shirt he handed her then shook it until it flapped, before she held it against her breast. "You're wrong, Chal. I'll prove it to you, that you want me for something other than a...a...snack." She pulled the shirt around her and buttoned it before she nodded at the woman. She was tall, much taller than Bliss, with legs that were miles long and absolutely perfect. She was incredibly beautiful, a beauty that was ethereal and delicate. Just a glance from her eyes had men wanting to jump in and save her from everything and anything. Her hair was sable and she wore it in a mixture of curls down her back. Big hazel eyes seemed to look down on Bliss as if she were nothing but a dietary supplement.

Bliss nodded coldly at the other woman and walked into the house through the french doors. She glanced back once in time to see the woman wrap her arms around Chal's neck. She hurried up the stairs and slipped into the door of her room. With a growl of thwarted need and frustration, she kicked the corner of the wrought iron frame that surrounded the big mirror by the closet door. The mirror over her dressing table revealed the tragic state of her reflection. 

"No wonder he was so hasty to try to get away from me. How in the hell could I ever match up to...to..." She dejectedly turned away from the mirror and went to the en-suite bathroom and turned on the water in the luxurious and beautifully huge shower. She started to rip open the shirt only to find her fingers fumbling on the tiny buttons. With a groan, she brought the material to her nose and inhaled his spicy sent. "Chal..."

She held that shirt, unwilling to let something that carried his scent go. Then with care, she slid the shirt off of her shoulders and hung it over the towel warmer. The shower was enclosed in glass with enough plants decorating the room until she almost felt as if she were showering in the beauty of his gardens. She leaned against one of the glass walls, letting the heat of the water flow to ease some of the ache of the bruises and cut marks . Those marks were reminders of Garret and his madness.

She sighed and then quickly washed her short hair. She hated the shorn locks almost as much as she hated the brand on her shoulder, gifts from her first master. He'd shaved her head because she tried to fight what he told her to do. Maybe now, with Chal, she would feel safe enough to let it grow.

That is if he didn't ship her packing as he had with the woman who had enjoyed this shower before her.

Finishing her shower, she dried off and used the brush she found in one of the many drawers in the bathroom. She sighed and pulled Chal's shirt back on. Then she crawled onto the bed and burrowed her way into a ball in the center and waited for the sheets to warm against her skin.

* * * *

"Dammit Lucynda . Do you always have to prove to everyone what a narcissistic bitch you are?" Chal shook his head and then moved away from her again. It was as if they were playing some kind of cat and mouse game. She would come close and run her cool palms down the lines of his chest. She wanted the one thing he would not give her, not this time. "I told you, we are not doing this again. Ever. Why do you always try to pull your tricks on me. I cannot and will not do this again."

Lucynda pushed her curls back from her face and batted her wide hazel eyes at him. "You don't want that Chal. You want the same thing I do. You want a good hard fucking with no worries about hurting that...that..." She shook her head. "...thing, whatever she is." With a flirty smile she stroked her fingers down the length of his torso, finally cupping her hand around the bulge at his crotch. She gently squeezed and smiled like the cat torturing that same mouse. She twined her fingers through the thick hair that curled at the nape of his neck. "She can't give you what I can, brother and you know it."

Chal shook his head and pushed her back, forcing her to release him. "I don't want what you can give Cyn! I...I..." He stared at his sister for a moment. "I don't want you. I love you, but I'm not interested in your games anymore." He went to the door and started to call Rodney but the man was coming down the stairs with a dressing gown for his master. 

"In her usual room, sir?"

Chal slipped on the robe and pulled his hair from under the wide collar. "No, I think the west wing would be a better fit for her this time." He turned and nodded at Cyn, knowing she wanted to talk to him and knowing, unless she had grown up a hell of a lot, he was making a fierce enemy. But he was more worried about Bliss. He had to know that she was safe and that Cyn's unexpected visit hadn't traumatized her after being kidnapped by Garret.

He took the stairs two at a time, the heels of his black boots clicking on the risers. He went to his room first, locking the door to the hallway. Then he went to the connecting door and opened it, slipping silently inside. Standing in the shadows, he watched Bliss come out of the bathroom, steam following in her wake. She shivered once and then climbed onto the bed.

Chal smiled, watching her burrow into the bedclothes. She made such a small ball under the heavy comfortable. Seeing her in his shirt, he shook his head as the demon inside of him woke and a shiver of possessive lust shook his self-control. He wanted to slide under that comforter and take her in his arms and feel her warmth. He closed his eyes and battled his demon that had him seeing red. He'd wanted other women but never with the assured knowledge that she was his alone. She would be his alone. Not even Selena had caused him to feel like this. Bliss was his.




Dream Weaver Ch. 06



He could hear her breathing and knew when it deepened and she finally fell asleep. He walked quietly to the door to the hallway and locked it. He knew Cyn and if she couldn't get into his room from the hall, she would try the adjacent suite. He also knew that she would have no problem waking Bliss if she could get in. His steps were even quieter as he walked from the door toward the bed. 

She was adorable, her hand up against her cheek. She looked innocent even as she personified sexy. Her lips moved and he bent close to hear his name as a sigh. "Chal...please." There was a husky tone in her voice, a sexy rasp that had him pulling off the dressing gown and tearing at the rest of his clothing. He was naked as he climbed into the bed with her. His cool body pressed up against her warmth. It was a mistake, he knew that even as his mouth found her neck, his teeth elongating in his need. He should force himself to leave her side, to leave before he could hurt her but his demons pushed him onward and his cock slid easily between her thighs.

She whimpered in her sleep and he gentled his eager touch. "Bliss," he whispered. If his cold heart could beat it would have stopped as he waited with bated breath to see if she woke. If she slept on, he would curl around her and force rein on his needs. He would stay with her until morning, content with holding her in his arms. If she woke, his cock jerked at the thought of what would happen then.

She rolled toward him, her eyes opening slowly. She blinked and a sleepy smile crossed her lips. "Chal." She hummed her pleasure. Her hand curled around his neck and into the thick curls at his nape. "This is a wonderful dream. Did you weave it for me?" 

He bent his head and whispered her name against her lips. He was gentle at first; barely touching, returning again and again, tasting her. He grew more fervent when she arched, her small, tight bottom pushed against his loins. She was soft and so incredibly warm and he eagerly unbuttoned his shirt that she wore. He pressed her against the mattress and kissed every soft inch he uncovered, from between her small breasts and over the pale curve of her stomach. She parted her legs with a tiny nudge from his hands and his slid between her thighs, breathing deeply of the scent of her passions.

His nose nudged aside the tails of his shirt and he lifted her legs over his shoulders. He gazed down at the beauty before him breathing in the scent that was Bliss. His tongue slid between her swollen, lower lips and delved into the treasure of her folds. She tasted of the sweetness of heaven and the spiciness of passion and she went straight to his head. He feasted on her and tasted every nuance of her pink pussy, glorying in the golden orgasms he gave her.

He couldn't take his eyes from her face. Expression after expression chased each other. When tears began to trace wet lines down her cheeks and into her hair, he rolled off of her and drew her into his arms. "Did I hurt you?"

Bliss wiped at the tears and nestled her face against his chest. "No, oh no, Chal. It's stupid, really."

His finger touched her chin, lifting her face so that he could see into her eyes. "Nothing about you is stupid, Nothing."

"What about silly? Can I be silly at times?" Her hand rested against the smooth skin of his chest, trembling like a trapped butterfly. 

He lifted his hand from the bed and traced the tender skin of her arm to finally weave his fingers with hers. "Of course. Now answer me, did I hurt you?"

Her cheeks flushed with color and she tried to hide her eyes again but Chal wanted an answer. "That's it, isn't it? I hurt you or...Did you not want me...that way?"

The uncertain tone of his voice had Bliss lifting her head from his chest. "You... You think I didn't want you?"

It was his turn to drop his gaze. He cocked his head even as his cheeks flushed red. "It could happen."

Bliss smiled and then laughed at the ridiculousness of that statement. "You're kidding? Right? Chal, it couldn't happen. Ever." She giggled again at the thought.

"Okay, little one. Enough poking fun at the embarrassed incubus." He smiled, it was just a pleasure to hear her laugh and see her smile. "So answer me. Did I hurt you?"

Bliss scooted up a little higher so that she could kiss his lips. Her hand played with a lock of his hair. "No, you didn't hurt me." Her smile lit up her face even as her own cheeks reddened. "No one has ever cared if I felt pleasure or not. The fact that you did was...miraculous."

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm still having trouble trying to write. I'm not happy with this one but I know I would fiddle with it forever so I'm biting the bullet. Please forgive me for any mistakes I made. I've gotten very self conscious with my writing since the strokes. Anyway, I am on chapter 8 so I should have seven out soon. Take care!



Dream Weaver Ch. 07



Chal shifted, rolling Bliss to her back. She tensed up for an instant and then relaxed against him. Chal wouldn't hurt her. Ever. He'd shone her that remarkable and almost unbelievable trait already.

"Those other men were fools and idiots, Bliss. Forget about them. Stay with me and I promise to show you pleasure you've never dreamed of. I want you to look at me and see a whole new life, one with me at your feet. I would be your pet, love. You could collar and leash me. You could do whatever you wished with me." 

He stared down at her earnestly. "I-I want to see the world through your beautiful blue eyes and give you the kind of life you deserve and should have had all along. I'll put the world at your feet. I'll protect you. I swear that you will not know an instant of pain or embarrassment or...or humiliation. Stay. Be my lady. Own my heart."

Bliss closed her eyes, unable to meet Chal's gaze. She thought of the men that had been her 'Master', of the pain and humiliation and embarrassment they had inflicted upon her. Though the marks on her body were faded, the blows that had made those marks had been ingrained into her very soul. The miracle was she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He didn't see those marks. He saw her, the inside and the outside. 

She had climbed into his dreams, something she should never have done, but looking at him, she knew she would do it again. She had seen his nightmares and the terrible hurt that he had felt for Selena and how she had died, the love he had lost and the loneliness in his soul. But was it enough? Was she enough?

He sat up, staring at her from over his shoulder. His back was bowed as if he waited for the killing blow. "If that is not your wish, if I am not what you want, I will give you enough money to settle wherever you want. I don't want you to feel as if staying with me is your only choice, Bliss. I would never force you to do anything you don't want to, ever. I promise you that." 

The words had been torn from him as he'd watched her face. He saw the emotions flash across her extraordinary features. He read everything she thought. The doubt, the fear, and yes, even the hope and gratitude. He sighed, he didn't want her staying with him because she was grateful. Gratitude was the last emotion he wanted from her.

Chal waited another minute, his body frozen, waiting for her answer, barely able to be still. He couldn't take his eyes off of her face and the emotions that flashed across it. When her eyes opened, her answer was there for him to see. Her smile was wide and guileless. "Are you sure?" he asked breathlessly.

She grinned at the incredible fact that this man, this wonderful, amazing and gentle man was unsure because he wanted her. It was one of the biggest, most wonderful boost to her shattered belief in her self-confidence. And he had given it to her. Her incredible, sweet, gorgeous man, the man that made her body sing, that had never once hurt her, that protected her against all others. He wanted her. Maybe he would be the one, her one true mate. She could do nothing but hope fervently that the sisters of fate would shine their faces over her.

"Yes?" he asked, reaching for her with hands that were not only gentle but actually shaking as he reached out to pull her back in his arms. His grin widened when she nodded.

"Yes, Chal. I want you. I would belong to you, wear your collar and your leash if that is the way you want me. I know, in here," she said, pressing her hand against her breast, "you would never, ever, hurt me. I think you'd rather cut off your own hands to prove it to me."

He chuckled. "And I thank you so much that you don't need that proof. I'd hate to have to ask you to unzip and zip up my pants every day for the rest of our lives. And never feeling these," he reached up and gently cupped her breasts, "now that would be a crime." He drew her closer. "I would give my life to you."

She narrowed her gaze at him. What was he saying? "You aren't planning on running out to play in traffic or something?"

Chal chuckled, staring down at her. "No, baby. I guess I should have explained what mating with an incubus was like." He ran gentle fingers down the sweet curve of her face. "You are so beautiful." A moan escaped his lips when she lifted her hands, gently placing them against his chest. "By the gods, Bliss, your hands, I've never felt anything like this." He shivered as she trailed them down and over the hard planes of his chest. "Nobody has ever made me feel this way."

He groaned and his hands rose, unwilling that the pleasure she was showering over his body should be completely one sided. His head fell back and he opened himself, all of himself, to her. "Fuck," he growled. He grabbed her hands, holding them captive in his big hands. "We need to finish this, baby. You need to know all of it."

A heavy sigh racked her small body. "All of it? That sounds like a very long conversation. Can't we...?" she tipped her head toward the stairs. "...first?" 

Chal couldn't help but chuckle. "It's not as long as you think, baby." He still held her hands against his chest. "I had wanted once to complete this ceremony with..." he trailed off, unsure how she would feel about what he would've said.

"With Selena," she finished, pulling one hand out of his gentle grip. "Never feel like you can't talk about her or your lives together. She helped shape you into the man you are now. How could I resent someone who had helped make you the man you are?"

"God," he groaned. "How could one man be so incredibly lucky twice in his life? I think I will be so incredibly grateful to the fates for you being here at one of Celesta's awful parties."

The emotion she could hear in his voice as well as being lumped together with Selena, the woman he'd been willing to die for, sent another shaft of lust, mixed generously with her love, shot through her and almost weakened her knees. 

Before he could stop her, she rose on her tiptoes and found his lips. They were so hot, so sweet, so incredibly addictive. And she couldn't stop. 

Her heart pounded in her chest, thrumming so hard against her breast that she was amazed he couldn't feel it. His fingers thrust into his hair, moving over him and holding him where she wanted him.

No, that wasn't quite right. Where she wanted him right now was above her head, in his ohh, so comfortable bed. She grinned against his lips.

"What's so funny?" He moved barely far enough back but she could still feel the brush of his lips as he spoke. "I assure you, laughter is the furthest thing from the minds of any of my...meals."

"I don't doubt that," she said, tracing the fine lines of his face and brow. "I was just wondering if it was possible for me to pick you up and take you upstairs to ravish your incredibly sexy body?"

"God, you're going to kill me." He grabbed her hands again and pressed them down to her side. "Please, for all that is holy, keep them there. We have to do this. If we don't, my body might think that because you are here, you'll agree to what I want." 

She nodded, and then did him one better, walking over to curl up on one end of the couch. She was still pressing against his control. He wanted to curl up behind her and stroke her until she was purring just like the sweet kitten she reminded him of.

He took a deep breath and almost smacked himself in the head. Was there anything about her body, her scent, her sweetness that didn't draw him to her? He forced himself to walk over and take the chair that was right next to her end of the couch. 

Reaching down, he took her hand. Then he stared into the flames of the fire in the hearth. He sighed a couple of times and then looked up at her. "God, I never thought this would be so hard."

He could have cursed himself when he saw the hurt and pain in her eyes. "No, baby. You're taking what I said wrong. I breathe and all I can smell is the wondrous scent of your heat. I look at you and my heart hurts, it's so full. My hands are shaking for want of the feel of your body under them. I can hear the quickening beat of your heart and I long to taste the sweet secretions from your pussy. You fill every part of me and all I want to do is celebrate you. But I can't, not yet."

"Then hurry up and say what you think is so necessary for me to know. Because this is the hardest thing I've ever done. And you're not making this any easier." 

He chuckled again. "Yes, ma'am. What I need to tell you..." he closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to her hand and blew out a long, slow breath. "—I want to tie my life to yours."

"Is this...Is this a marriage proposal?" Her heart kicked up it's beating and she knew that he could hear it.

"No, baby. It's something much stronger, more durable than that. I tie my life to yours. When you die, I will die too."

He sat back, feeling his stomach roil in his gut. He couldn't watch her face. If he saw what he thought he would, it would almost literally kill him. He couldn't do it again. He couldn't stand to watch her die or know that she'd died and left him alone for the long, long millennia of his life. He would never disrespect her and ignore her wishes. But if she said no, he would still take his life. He couldn't feel this way for someone and live on without her. It would be agony everyday.

She tugged on his hand and he looked up, his shoulders were tight and his face was hard. He was ready for her to laugh at him. She seemed to search his face. "You want that with me...but why not Selena?"

He chuckled once and then stared down at where his hand held hers. Her fingers were long and gentle, tender and so incredibly fragile. "Selena and I...well we had that 'nothing will ever part us, we'll live forever' mentality. We never even thought about doing the ceremony. It was something to worry about in the future. But the future..."

She looked up, amazed to see a single tear caught in his long eyelashes. She reached out her hand and gently swiped that tear away. "So this is...what? A contingency plan?"

"No, sweetheart. I had something special with Selena, something very different from what I have now with you. It's different with each of you. I love you both. I will always love Selena, it would probably take removing my heart to get her completely out. But with you, I would literally die without you." He stared into her eyes, hoping and praying that she would get what he was saying. She had a habit of understanding him better than he understood himself.

When she dropped his hand and stood, walking away from him and around the heavy glass monstrosity of a coffee table that he'd always hated, fear encased his heart in a deep freeze. "Baby..."

She held her hand up to stop him. The slightest shake of her head was enough to make him never want to speak again if that is what she wished. He watched as she began to pace, her steps slow, her hands wringing in front of her body. She sighed and her shoulders drooped.

"I can't..."

"Then we won't." He'd spoken so quickly, he'd interrupted her. He couldn't help it. He couldn't lose her because of his insecurities.

She turned around and glared at him. "Shut it," she growled. "Let me get a full thought out."

If you added wings, a flaming sword and a halo, she'd be the most beautiful avenging angel at that moment. He held his hand out, giving her the floor.

"Before you stopped me I was going to tell you that I can't be the cause of your death. Do you think Selena really would have wanted you to have your life ended just because hers was taken from her? No, if she felt anything like how I feel, no, she would have been pissed off as hell at you for even thinking that. Our kind live long lives, Chal. We are hard to kill. Trust me, there were times that I wanted to die, that I wished I had the courage to end my misery. But I am so incredibly grateful that I hadn't. What I feel for you," she closed her eyes and looked down. "...killing myself back then, even if my life was awful, it would have been a sin."

She sighed quickly. "Not because of what humans consider a sin, but the true kind, the kind that leaves a terrible mark on your soul. You were waiting for me, even though you didn't know it. So when your life means everything that is good to me, how can I agree to allow you to discard it so easily?"

"But Bliss, my life would be over anyway. I could never survive that again, especially since you would be taken from me. There were so many nights that I thought of chaining myself outside and letting the sun finish the job. It's terrible, that pain. Why do you think I hooked up with someone like Celesta. She wanted nothing more than what my body could give her."

He stopped and stared at her when she scoffed. "That...That..." she took a deep breath. "That woman wanted your money. Why do you think she was hanging on to Donald so tightly?"

"Be that as it may," he said with a chuckle. "For me, it was simple, like stopping at a fast food restaurant. Like every woman I fed off. They meant no more to me than a bucket of chicken." He hated how he sounded, how harsh and unfeeling. He just needed her to know...needed her to feel it.

"Do you really think I could rest in peace knowing that my death caused yours? God, it's like I pointed a gun and pulled the trigger myself."

"But it's not meant like that." He walked toward her and took her in his arms, staring down into her mesmerizing eyes. "Bliss, life without a life-mate is an awful, lonely, devastating existence. It's not living, it's sitting and waiting for death to catch up to you so that you can be with that person again. Some of us, we never know what that experience is like, the connection, the absolute euphoria of being with that person. Being without them...It's not meant..." 

He stopped. If he died, would he want her death, even if it meant his loneliness. He would want her to live on, find happiness, even if it meant another man. A growl ripped from his throat and he looked up, startled. Okay, so thinking about her with other men would be something he would never think of again. "I understand your point. I may not like it, and I make no promises to live on if you were taken from me. But I will respect your wishes."

"Then you'll also respect my wishes for you to continue living, find another woman and find happiness again." She moved closer to him and lifted his chin in her tiny hand.

He stared up at her. He wouldn't lie to her. He wouldn't start their lives together with a lie. "I want to tell you that I will respect that request, Bliss. I can't lie to you. If you die before me, I will be following you on that path of the next world as quickly as I can make it. You are it for me, Bliss. I thought I had nothing to hope for after Selena died," he sighed waiting for the anguish that usually accompanied any of his thoughts of his first love. With an incomprehensible amount of gratitude, he realized it was gone. "I just hope you can respect that."

"Oh, God, what is it with you stubborn men!" She sighed and turned toward him. "Just don't remind me and I will try not to smack you upside the head when you show up."

He chuckled. "Deal." He touched her cheek, staring down into her beautiful eyes. "So you won't leave me? Don't want to find someone else better than me? Maybe someone a little less scarred and battle hardened?"

"Pshaw, is there such a creature? I can only see you."

His grin grew wider. "Oh baby girl, you should really watch how much power you give a guy."

"But Chal," she said, sneaking in closer so that his arms wrapped tightly around her, pressing her even closer. "No other guy but you has any power over me."

His arms tightened even more. "Good answer, sweetheart." He kissed her brow and then lifted her easily, striding quickly to the stairs and then taking them two at a times.

At the bottom of the steps, four eyes followed their path. A hand flashed out and took the twenty dollars the other held out. "Told you..." was the masculine whisper.

"I am never betting against you again." Giselle whispered back.

"Wanna bet," Rodney snickered.

Giselle slapped her hand against his chest and then turned and headed back toward the kitchen. "Come on, you old fool." With a coy smile tossed his way over her shoulder she put just a bit more sway to her backside. "I have need of you."

"Oh my love, I am definitely the man for the job." He folded the twenty and slipped into the pocket in his jacket, then he bounded up behind her, his gait amazingly limber for a man who looked as he did.

A fine hiss of fog billowed up behind them, showing off their true forms, that of a man and woman no older than their twenties. As quickly as the fog billowed, it disappeared. Only Giselle's sexy giggle floated behind them as they disappeared into the bowels of the house.

* * * *

Chal was still smiling when he kissed her. His mouth barely grazed her lips, returning over and over, becoming longer and more passionate finally rubbing against hers with a sensuousness that came from the incubus side of him. She shivered at every intimate touch of his mouth and reached to twine his long locks between her fingers. "I want to say yes..." she breathed, pressing her tongue against his lips.

"Is there a but to that?" he moaned and then wanted to curse himself when she pulled back slightly and hesitated.

"But what I've been through, what I've done, the men that have paid money for me, for the use of..." She motioned down her body and he knew what she meant. "How would you feel if you met one of those men, or knew one to be your friend or maybe someone you had business dealings with? I don't think I could handle it if you turned from me when you know what...I've...been force to..." A single tear slipped from behind her lashes only to be caught by his lips delicately sipping..

He tasted that salty tear and then framed her face with his hands. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I can't tell you exactly how I would react. Duels are not done in this time period. I would hope I would be civilized enough and do the right thing but I think I'd rather drain them of their blood for causing you any hurt or embarrassment." He kissed her eyes gently and then her mouth. "I wouldn't turn from you, no matter what they forced you to do. Bliss, you've climbed into my heart and I want to cradle you there forever. I don't know if this is love or not but I want you here with me, for as long as you'll have me. They may have borrowed use of your body but I will be the only and last man from now on."

Instead of speaking around the lump that had lodged in her throat, she reached out and mimicked him, cradling his face in her small, warm hands. She brought him to her and kissed him showing more passion then the gentleness he'd shown her. He hesitated but an instant and then his arms wrapped around her with an ardent and intimate intent, holding her with sweet care. She was as intoxicating as the finest scotch and the taste of her made his head spin. 

When he finally lifted his head, she was breathless, her eyes still closed. He'd held her tenderly, pulling her onto to his lap and leaned his back against the padded headboard of his bed. He felt as if he was going up in a burst of flames, but his hands were gentle against her skin. "And?" he asked, his lips nipping sweetly at her long throat.

"Yes," she breathed. "I want to be yours. If you're sure..."

His lips cut off her words and his tongue teased at the seam of her mouth. She opened her lips for him and he groaned at her dark heat. A shimmery golden bubble of pleasure burst through her and her hips moved against his body, searching for that which would lead her to the next level. She moaned as that bubble burst again, tightening her nipples and making her shiver. "Chal... What do..."

His tongue slipped over her nipple and drew the tip into his mouth, suckling gently. His hair was thick around his shoulders, sweeping over her skin. She arched against his arms and her hands grasped at his back as another bubble engulfed her. He shivered with her pleasure and his hands moved lower, his palms caressing the skin over her ribs.




Dream Weaver Ch. 07



Chal had taken his time, loving her nipple with gentle hunger before moving to the other one, his fingers taking tender care with her damp tip. The pleasure was a constant golden euphoria and her hands slipped over his muscled back. 

Her nails scoured at his skin and she thought that he would drive her mad with the lust and need he caused deep inside of her.

Her hips rose again and again, her legs trying to draw him to where she wanted him. "Please..."

"Please what, baby. Please...kiss you more?" His lips covered her, tenderly and far too quickly for her. "Please...taste you here?" His hand moved over the soft curve of her belly to rest against the mound of her pretty, pink pussy. "Please...do this?" His eyes seemed to glow and the back of his hand brushed down her curves. Green fire burst from his fingers and skimmed over her skin. 

She groaned as the golden bubble burst again, magnified by that fire. The ecstasy sent shivers over her nerve endings and goose bumps rose over her entire body.

Her head fell back on the pillows and a heavy whimper escaped from her lips. "Please don't hurt me."

He looked up from her nipple and stared into her anxious eyes. "I would never." He lifted her face from where she'd buried it. "Bliss, I could never hurt you." He scooped her up in his arms and gently placed her back in her bed, covering her gently. Lying beside her on top of the covers, he propped himself up and stared down at her. 

"I've seen too much pain in my life. Hurting you would be like pulling the wings off butterflies. You are precious to me. Please believe that." His knuckles brushed gently down over her cheek and collected another tear as it slipped from her eyes. "Can you believe me?"

* * * *

Bliss reached up and took his hand, wrapping her slender fingers around his. She brought it to her mouth and placed a tender kiss on his palm. With a sigh, she met his eyes. 

"I haven't had much luck in believing men. I want to be able to trust you. I've seen your dreams. I've seen you with your wife. God, Chal. That is...amazing." She looked up to see a small smile on his lips. Just the sweetness of that smile seemed to loosen the chains that had weighed her down for more years than she'd ever thought she would live. "Don't tease me, Chal or I'll show you a bit of what I can do."

"Later, sweetheart. I do want to know but this moment I need to love you." He pressed kisses over her skin travelling ever downward, over her stomach and below. "I want your taste on my tongue and I want to hear you cry out my name." 

Before she could even open her mouth, he bent his head and drew his tongue over the soft skin of her pussy. Then he pulled aside her swollen lips and began to drive her mad with the sharp euphoria that seemed never-ending. He rode her blissful tremors as the pleasure burst over her and then took her back to the edge with the ease of his kind. 

But she meant more to him than just breakfast. She was his, she belonged with him. Always. He would protect her with his life, even if he was the monster he had to protect her from. He growled when another burst of orgiastic bliss ran through her and into him. He wanted nothing more than to thrust his cock into her and love her with his entire body. But it was too dangerous. He could and probably would drain her of her life, also in the way of his kind. He tore himself from her, falling back on the bed. His arm fell across his eyes, hiding the fire inside of him. 

He wanted her with such desperate need he couldn't even look at her now.

* * * *

Chal had loved her like no other man could. Her body sang with the incredible contractions of ecstasy. Her heart raced and little cries tore from her mouth. When he'd thrown himself on the bed beside her, for a moment she was still lost in what he'd done to her.

But that moment didn't last and she rolled to her side to look down on him. "Chal?" Her hand moved to his chest and he jerked.

"Don't." He pulled her hand from his body but he couldn't climb from the bed yet. He hurt too badly, wanted her too much, longed for her with every ounce of himself. "I can't, Bliss."

"You can't what?" she asked softly. He'd given her pleasure, something no other man had cared enough to do. She didn't want it to end like this. She wanted to know more.

"Touch you. I just can't. I want you too damn much. Please, baby, just..."

"Than take me. Please, Chal...I want you, too." She reached out and touched his hand, drawing it down her body to slip his palm over her breast. "Please, Chal, please."

"I can't." His lips said no but he didn't take his hand off her breast or move away from her body. She scooted a little closer and put her hand on his chest once more.

"Than don't. Let me make love to you." Before he could move, she leaned down and kissed him. Her mouth was hungry and her lips were supple and hot. Her tongue pushed at his lips, slipping inside when he opened them. She heard his moan and felt his arms slide around her body, holding her to him. When he released her mouth, she didn't wait to see if he would balk again. Instead she started a campaign of kisses and laps of her tongue on his body, her mouth hungry for his taste. 

She could feel his power, the fire of his eyes, the golden contractions that made her feel weak and strong at the same time. She knew every contraction was one he could feel inside and she wanted to know more, wanted to feel more. Her hand slid over the taut muscles of his stomach, her lips following closely behind. She felt his mind balk, his body stiffening and wasn't going to let him take this from her.

He was salty and thick upon her tongue, heavy and hard in her mouth. His every groan made her even more determined to continue what she was doing. She took small strokes, her tongue flicking against his tapered head and around the beauty of his cock. Her lips sucked upon him and protected him from the sharpness of her teeth.

Every stroke went deeper and she grew even more hungry. His body twisted beneath her. His hands were on her head, his fingers in her dark hair. His hips began to move and they drove him even deeper. "No!" he shouted. "No!"

But it didn't stop what was coming. His orgasm seemed to twist him inside out. His back arched, his hips pumping every last drop of his cum into her mouth filling it with the musky thickness of his spendings. He came and came despite his cries until he lay quiet under her.

Her tongue moved over him, cleaning every inch. She jerked when he reached down and dragged her up his body. The expression on his face and in his eyes was guilt. Then he saw her, the blush on her face, the smile that told of her joy. It jolted him.

"You...You're okay?" His hand touched her face, lifting her chin. "You're all right?"

"Chal, I wanted to make love with you, I wanted to be with you this way. Why wouldn't I be okay with it?"

"You know what I am," His voice was barely a whisper. "You know what an Incubus is, what we do?" His palm touched her chin and cheek, lifting her face up to his.

"You feed off of sexual energy. I...I mean, you...It felt good, didn't it?"

He shuddered again at the memory of what she'd done to him. "Any better and the top of my head might have blown off. But Bliss...sex with someone like me...it's dangerous."

"Well, maybe that's why it's not dangerous with me. It's not just sex." Her smile was contagious. "Also I'm a magical creature, and you're a magical creature. I don't think you can hurt me."

He closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to rest on hers. "I didn't want to hurt you. I was terrified of what I would do to you." He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. "I'd have staked myself if I had hurt you."

"Well you didn't so I don't want to hear any more about staking." She grinned again and buried her fingers into the dark hair that curled around his face. "I love this."

"What, my hair?"

"Yes. My second master , or maybe it was my third, I forget, anyway he cut off my hair and I found out it was just easier and a lot less painful to keep it short. I was thinking..." She dropped her eyes and her cheeks flushed with color. "Maybe I could let it grow now."

Chal touched the short locks, curling one strand around his finger. "I think it would be beautiful, Bliss. If that is what you want. I am not your master. If you want to change something, you have only yourself to please."

She moved closer, her breasts pushing against his arm. "Only myself? There's nothing about me you would change?" She moved even closer, straddling his hips so that he lay beneath her. "You're sure?" She smiled and wiggled against him and her hand curled around his cock. He gasped, his hands coming up as if he would stop her.

Instead he rested them on her hips, his thumb channeling through the thickness of the hair that covered her pussy. His eyes closed as her hand moved and he sighed in pleasure. "Bliss." Her name was an airy light purr on his lips. "How could any man abuse you?"

Her hips began moving before she could settle on his cock. She wanted more of this, more of him. He didn't understand what a gift he was giving her. Being a servant/slave had been nightmarish. Being passed around with no more care than a blow-up-doll, and most times not even that. But the admiration she could see in his eyes, the caring, that she was worth something to someone, it was the best possible gift he could ever have given her.

She stroked his cock, her fist gathering the drops of clear liquid that leaked from the end to spread over the hardness of him. Then with a sigh of pleasure, she slipped down, the pressure of his cock stretching her flesh with a delicious tingle. She moved, taking more of him with every small stroke.

The golden bliss surprised her and seemed to expand with every stroke. His eyes were open, a fierce expression on his face. Then, as their eyes met, she spoke and they were no longer in the bed he'd given her. Instead, fire crackled beside them, sending shadows dancing on the walls around them. Outside, a severe wind blew and they could see snow blowing around the windows of the cozy cabin she'd brought them to.

He bent closer to hear her quiet whisper and then a beautiful smile appeared on his dark face. Without a word, he kissed her, over and over. It felt like he couldn't tire of her lips or maybe he was trying to wear them out. She didn't know. But she wanted more. 

His hands were on her hips and he rolled so that she straddled him. His cock was hard and he guided her movements, the tip rubbing against her clit over and over. His hands were hard but they didn't hurt or dominate. They guided, drawing hoarse cries from her mouth. 

Finally she begged. "Please Chal."

He closed his eyes, gritting his teeth and gently pushed inside of her once more. His body stiffened and he froze with just the head of his cock buried between the steamy heat of her pussy lips. "God, Bliss, you're so tight like this. I don't want to hurt you."

She couldn't breathe for the explosion building inside but that was okay with her. She would forget about ever breathing again if she could keep him inside of her, thrusting in small increments and letting her grow used to the fullness that was so wonderful. His mouth began to demand but she was more than okay with that as well. She was beginning to feel some demands of her own. "Now, Chal. Do it now."

"You're sure?" His voice was tense with his need battling his concern about hurting her. His hands guided her hips and stopped her from the movements that were so damned distracting.

Looking up at her, he could see the pleasure that exploded through her body in the tightness of her features. He could feel it in the sweet waves of bliss that she was giving him. Her eyes opened and she looked down at him. Her kiss-swollen lips were partially open as well, a hoarse whimper forced from her mouth. "Yes! Anything, Chal. Just don't stop."

Chal lifted her and then rolled to put her beneath him. He tried to pull away from her. He didn't want to hurt her but his demons were raising their heads and trying to crowd him out. They wanted her energy, one through blood, the other through sex. His body was tight, his emotions reined in with a steely determination. "I will try. You can feel the need I have for you, can't you?" Even his voice was hoarse and stilted.

She nodded. "Yes," she cried, thrusting her body up against his. "Yes, please."

"Hold tight to me, baby." 

He pushed and was surrounded by the sweetness of her flesh. She gasped and he smiled fiercely down at her, knowing instinctively that he wasn't hurting her. He couldn't breathe. She was so hot, it felt as if his cock were being held in a hand gloved in rich, dark satin that had been dipped in warm honey. It was intoxicating, everything about her made him feel a sense of freedom, a sense that it would be okay for him to let go. He wouldn't hurt her no matter what he did.

He waited a scant moment until he felt her nails ease up on his ass. He enjoyed that little frisson of pain, the half-moons would make such a wonderful reminder of this night and the orgiastic explosion of passion that kept building and building inside of him. That ecstasy was spicy and unbelievable rare, and, as such to be held tenderly and guarded with every fiber of his being. He moaned and shook under the thrall of her ecstasy mirroring his own.

Bliss was sobbing with pleasure and she was holding onto him as if he were her only anchor in a world gone insane.

"I've got to stop this." He buried his face in her neck. "Stop me, Bliss. Help me. Push me away, please. I don't want to hurt you." His incisors grew long and the urge to feed upon her blood, to gorge himself in her was almost irresistible. His demons were awake and they did not want to be denied. They wanted to fuck her. To fuck her and then bite her as he came and steel the life force of her body to feed his own..

He could smell her blood, see the vein in the side of her neck pulse with every beat of her heart. It would be so sweet, she would be so sweet. It was so close, his teeth sliding along her neck. "Stop me...Please, stop me." His mouth was on that pulse, his tongue lapping at the salty goodness of her skin over that gentle pulsation, his jaw contracting on its own. He plunged into her, his mouth fixing over the small bite marks, suckling on her even as his body began to move above her, thrusting, desperate to reach that plain just out of his reach.

His eyes grew wide as her blood slid over his tongue. It was different, salty but sweet and full of her life force. The first taste of her had his body exploding with pleasure so intense that he felt like he was separated from his body and turned inside out, his cock throbbing in the sensuous prison of her core. He'd been sent upon a trip to the Elysium Fields, soaring above that heavenly realm. He'd never felt like this before. His nerve endings felt as if they were singing.

Than a burst of horror brought him back. He slowly pulled his fangs from her neck, expecting her to dissolve or to burst apart into a fine dust. He licked at the wound before he could force himself to face the terrible thing he'd done. Her name came from his mouth and he blathered his way through a burst of apologies, the words coming so fast, they tripped over each other.

If he'd hurt her on his tyrannical journey to find pleasure, he'd never forgive himself. "God, Bliss, answer me, please," he begged. "Tell me I didn't hurt you..."



Dream Weaver Ch. 08



Challon felt her fingers reach between her legs and encircle him even as he began moving again. It was slow and tortuous and he couldn't help the moan that left his lips. He closed his eyes, moving slowly until a tingly sensation started low in his balls. It grew until his body stiffened. "Wha..."

Her hand dropped from him but the tingling continued, slowing until it finally disappeared. "What was that?"

Bliss moaned as she rubbed up against him, unable to get the angle she needed. "My lord...I need...need something..."

He grinned. "A...A vibrator, you made me into a human vibrator." He chuckled until Bliss growled his name and then smacked him on the arm.

"Challon!"

Her 'problem' made him chuckle and then he rolled with her, sitting her on his loins, his cock sliding back inside of her. "Have at it, tiger." He didn't bother hiding the smirk on his lips when she moaned and threw her head back, feeling him sink so deep inside her.

Her body was trembling, anxious and needy. She quickly found the rhythm she needed and then used his chest to prop herself up. She rode him hard, gasping and groaning. Her eyes grew wide as glittering golden rays started from where they were joined and flowed up both of their bodies. It wasn't long until Chal was just as needy as she was. "What...?"

He picked her up, ignoring her cries, and set her in front of him on her hands and knees. Bliss tried to turn but he held her there his arm going around her from behind. His hand moved from her waist, squeezing one firm globe of her bottom. Then his fingers slid down one thigh and pulled her back. His cock slid in easily and even deeper in this position and under his expert possession.

Her groan was echoed by his moan. "Oh, yeah," he whispered into her ear. "You're mine. You're all mine." He started to move, listening to her moans as they changed into deep, needy cries. "Has any one ever taken you this deep, made you feel this, Bliss? Have they ever made you feel as loved and needed?" His voice was raspy and hoarse with pleasure and the amount she was sending careening through his body. He growled and then ran his hands from her waist up to her breasts and then arched her back, tipping her back so that he could latch on to her nipple and suckle and tease the hard nub. 

The pleasure that she was feeling was driving him crazy. Every golden surge sent more of the shimmering, ecstatic power that he needed. He closed his eyes and blew against her skin slowly. The cool breath tightened her nipples even more and she shivered in pleasure.

She stiffened, her frantic movements stilling as her back arch and she gasped. A new sort of desire spiraled through her. Her hand buried itself in his hair, holding him to her. "Again, my lord, please."

He smiled at her command and his tongue laved at her nipple. He gathered the sharp edges of the echoing pleasure, his own and hers, taking it into his center, feeling its surge of power, and then sending it out to culminate in the breath he blew against her skin.

Her back arched even more twisting to thrust her nipple to him. Her mouth opened but only a squeak emerged. He could feel the desperate grinding of her pussy against him and felt his teeth sliding over his bottom lip. He tried to control them but she was too distracting. The smell of her pleasure, of her power mixed with his, the combined force shattering inside of him in impossible waves of ecstasy was too much. He ran the back of his fingers along her neck, finding the 'sweet spot', the perfect vein. He could smell her blood, smell the endorphins, the scent like a siren's song. She would be delicious, her ecstasy flowing through her blood stream would be delightfully powerful. It was a treat that was impossible for him to deny himself.

He tried but he just couldn't resist. His teeth punctured the skin of her neck, hearing the cry of frenzied joy his bite would cause her to feel. That delight triggered the explosion in him and he drank of her blood. She was tangy and hot. But mostly, she was sweetly unique.

Her hips ground her pussy against him and a shattering bliss tore through her. "Chal," she gasped and dug at his thighs. She screamed, his powers overcoming her.

A loud knock sounded at her bedroom door. "Challon! I need to speak to you. It's important so climb off your new plaything and open this damn door!"

Chal reluctantly pulled his teeth from Bliss's neck. He lapped at the tiny marks made from his teeth and slowly pulled his cock from her body. "Cyn if this isn't important, I swear to the gods that I will kill you."

"Mom and dad sent me here, my brother. Does it sound like it could be important?"

Cyn took a step back as the door was suddenly pulled open and Chal stepped out, tying the belt around his robed body, her eyes showed her disappointment that he was covered. "You couldn't have told me before?"

"No, this is so much more fun for me. Didn't get off yet? Oh!" She held up a finger. "That's right. No orgasms for Chal since his new toy is just a weak human. She wouldn't be able to handle you or your pleasures, not like I did. Remember, my brother?" She reached up, touching a small spot at the corner of his mouth. "Oops, missed a drop, my brother."

He grabbed her hand, and rubbed her finger clean of even the smallest drop of blood. "You can be such a bitch, Cyn." He growled and threw her hand away from him, not a hint of the attraction that used to be in his voice present, and his eyes began to glow like green fire, showing his ire. "Tell me your business and stay out of mine."

"But your business and mine used to be so deeply entwined, my brother. This isn't as much fun as that was." Her full lips pouted and she stared up at him from under long lashes. "Can't we have fun anymore? She can't be as good as I was." Her hand reached up and tugged at his collar, pulling the robe down to stroke his chest.

He jerked away, moving up the hall away from Bliss's room. "No, and that's final. Now what do mom and dad want?"

"They've decided that you've been alone too much and they are hosting a party for you to meet the fine ladies of the supernatural world. Humans are not welcome, brother dear."

A growl left his lips as he turned and stared down at Cyn. "You have got to be kidding. This is some kind of sick game you're playing at, right?"

"Nope." She grinned. "You won't be able to bring your little friend. No humans allowed, unless you plan on sharing her with the other guests," She spun around and walked down the hall even as she reiterated. She glanced back at the doorway he'd just exited. "No? I guess you'll have to find a kennel for your human."

"I'm not human." The words were spoken softly and Cyn spun to find Bliss standing in front of her, a beautiful satin robe wrapped around her waist and reaching the floor. She turned her back on Cyn and walked up to Chal, seeing the loving smile on his lips. "My lord?" She grinned when he took her hand and tucked it in the crook of his arm. Her pretty blue eyes spoke of deep affection and she reached up to stroke his face with gentle fingers. "I missed you."

He smiled down at her, his free hand sliding into her hair, his thumb caressing her lips then dropped to thread through her fingers that rested on his arm. Before he could reply, Cyn butted in. "What the hell are you if not human?" She lifted her face and scented the air.

Bliss laughed at the look of confusion on Cyn's face when she could scent nothing familiar. "Why don't we let that be a surprise?" She linked her fingers with Chal's. "Go back to sleep, Lucynda and I'll show you exactly what I am." She met the tall vampire's eyes, eyes the same color as Chal's but without the warmth his showed when looking at her.

He brought their linked fingers to his lips and kissed her hand. "She's mine, that's what she is, mine completely. Mom and dad have no need to throw this party to introduce me to supernatural singles, I already have my lady and I intend to keep her." He glared at his sister, his eyes issuing a warning that he was not afraid to back. "I trust you can report back to the parents that I'm no longer on the market. Good night, sister."

Cyn growled under her breath, her eyes beginning to glow with her ire. "Who is this bitch?" Her voice had changed to a very husky contralto. "I'm going to teach her not to mess with her betters."

Bliss stared up at Chal and then made another decision. "Better and scarier people have tried. Take your best shot."

Lucynda took the three steps that separated them, stopping only when Chal splayed his fist against her chest. "Touch her and you and I will have it out. Do you remember the last time you went up against me, Cyn? I do believe you were found lacking." He smiled as Cyn growled but changed her focus onto her brother.

"You...you..." The words wouldn't come. He'd pushed her hard enough to have her stuttering. "R-Remember what happened to Selena. That culprit was never found..."

Challan's eyes changed instantly and they became icy cold. "If I even hear a rumor that you were involved, Lucynda, Selena's death with look like a blissful slumber compared to what I will do to you."

Bliss laid her hand against Chal's chest, stroking the skin that peeked out at the vee of his robe. "My lord." Her touch calmed him though his eyes still flared with rage. 

"You will leave. I will have Giselle help you pack but I want you gone immediately. You will stay away from me and from Bliss. Be thankful that she stopped me," Chal growled, his fingers still eager to reach Cyn's throat. He'd heard a rumor, hearsay from friends of a friend, that she had been behind Selena's death. But he had never come across any proof and she had no reason to kill him as well. Especially since she wanted back in his bed so badly she tried to seduce him every chance she could get.

"Chal," Bliss's voice was soft, but she nodded toward the window at the end of the hall. "She cannot leave now, it would be murder."

Chal looked down at her and sighed. "Fine, but I want you out immediately when the sun sets. You will stay away from Bliss, do you understand?" His voice was cold. "You owe her your life right now because I would throw you out now." He glanced down at her again and shook his head and laughed a bit at himself. "You and your tender heart."

"I am not afraid of her." She met his gaze and traced her finger over his lower lip before drawing his head down to kiss his cheek.

"Who said I was saving you?" He smiled down at her, her kiss tingling against his skin.

She giggled. "If all is well, I shall return to my room to wait for you." She smirked up at him. "Play nice." She waited for him to nod but when she turned to leave, he stopped her. Stooping just a bit, he kissed her, his lips clinging to hers.

"I won't keep you waiting long," he promised.

She left as quietly as she had come. It left Challon with his incensed sister.

"Do you understand now?" His voice was cold, his eyes like green ice as they looked down at her. "I am with Bliss. I want to stay with her and only with her. You hold no interest to me, Cyn. What we did... It was..."

"What? What was it to you? For me...I fell in love with you that weekend, Chal." She turned away from him as if she couldn't bear to see the pity in his eyes. "We...We were happy that weekend, Chal. We could be again if you would but try, Chal. You just have to try." She turned back to him, a bright red tear dripping from one lash. "Why won't you just try?"

"That's just it. I don't want to try. I was lonely that weekend, Cyn. I regretted it almost immediately. Even in the supernatural world, a romance between the two of us was wrong. Then I met Selena. Please, Cyn, I don't want you hurt, I just...am not the man for you. Find someone else to play your games with, sister." He shrugged his wide shoulders and dropped his hand. "I'm sorry, Cyn."

He watched as she spun, her long hair fanning around her, and she stalked away. He knew he'd made an enemy of his sister but she would get over it. He turned his back to her departing figure and walked away, back to the room where Bliss awaited.

* * * * 

Cyn glanced back and almost growled as she watched the door close behind him. Her eyes sparked and she slowly licked her lips. Her half-brother was a delicacy and she didn't want to give up that flavor. They'd only had that one time, that time where he felt out of control and he needed someone who could handle him and not die at the end.

She'd been there for him, stripping for him while he sat there, his eyes hot, his lips pouting. He'd tried many times to tell her no then. She'd been in love with him since he'd come home for a visit after he'd finished his summer in Europe. He'd been so...different, so much more...more. She had tried so many times to interest him but he'd always smile and shake his head, laughing as if she were joking. How could he not see her, not see that she would be good for him, to him? How could he not see how much she wanted him?

That weekend had been different. He'd come home, his eyes looking almost dead. The spark that always made them so lively and beautiful was missing. She tried to get him to open up to her but he kept putting her off. Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore. She watched as he started to drink himself under the table, not an easy thing to accomplish for one of their kind. She'd taken the bottle away from him, turning her back and adding the powder that she'd gotten just for this purpose.

She'd tried to keep the bottle away. It wouldn't be a good thing to let him get it too easily. This was Challon, the man who always knew what she was thinking and feeling. If she seemed too eager, he would definitely suspect something. He'd over-powered her and finally taken the crystal decanter away from her, drinking directly from it. She watched him chug a third of what had been left straight from the bottle and a smile touched her lips. He was hers.

That powder had turned him into a sexually charged fiend. He hadn't been able to stop himself, ripping her clothes from her body and taking her wet pussy again and again until she was almost half dead from the pleasure he'd given her. He'd finally collapsed on top of her, his cock still hard in her clutching pussy. They'd slept and he had woke her up from the inside out. His hands gentle on her bruised flesh, his lips kissing and nuzzling against her flesh. He'd taken her slowly until they'd both come and lay tangled in a sweaty heap on torn up sheets.

It had been the best weekend of her life. But when he woke up and stared down at her, horror had crossed his features and he had pulled away from her. They'd been somewhat close before that weekend but after, he wouldn't be alone in a room with her, he didn't talk to her or kid around, or pick on her like he did before. He wasn't cold, just so distant and unreachable. She'd thought to use the powder again, but they were never alone and he rarely stayed overnight anymore.

Then he'd met Selena and it felt as if her whole life imploded. His whole world was Selena. She was a saint, a vampire that had never killed, never hunted in the same way that Cyn did. Humans were food, but not to Selena. Humans were meant to be played with, like cats did with mice. It was what vampires did. But not Selena.

She was beautiful and everyone loved her, except for Cyn. The bitch had her man. She had placed some kind of spell on him. His hands were never off of her and their heads were often bent together, speaking softly of the sweet things that lovers do. It made Cyn sick to watch. So she'd did what she did and she would never regret it. The only regret was that Caleb had taken it too far and had almost killed Chal as well. He had died for that, him and the rest of the men that she'd seduced into doing her bidding. She couldn't leave a single one alive. But Caleb, his death had been particularly gruesome.

By the end, Cyn was covered in his blood and entrails, she was naked, his hot blood had felt so good next to her skin. His screams were the sweetest of music, the smell of death an aphrodisiac on the air. The others were killed quickly, uninterested in them as anything more than loose ends.

Now she would have to do it again. She would have to get rid of that little bitch and then maybe he would realize they were meant for each other. They should be together throughout eternity. It was all she'd ever wanted, ever. She pushed her hair behind her ears, her mind busy concocting plans and dismissing them until a name came to mind.

"Taylor," she barely breathed and a huge smile crossed her lips. It was cold and awful, and she walked to her wing of the house humming. 

* * * *

She sat in the center of the bed, her bare shoulders shrouded by the silky white sheet. She asked him no questions, just stared up at him with her pretty blue eyes.

"What can I say?" He shrugged his shoulders and started toward the bed. "We had a...a..."

"Relationship," Bliss offered.

"No, it was more like a mistake." He sat on the side of the bed, facing her. "I'm sorry she went after you like that." He reached out and took her hand, playing with her long fingers.

"I don't expect you to apologize for something that wasn't your doing. It sounds like you are going to have to go to that party." She glanced down and then took a deep breath. "If you don't mind, I could stay here and wait for you to come home. Or...I could find somewhere else..."

Challon reached out and wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and pulled her closer, his lips taking hers. When she was soft and arching against him, he lifted his head. "You aren't leaving me, or my home if you don't wish to. I want you happy with me." He paused and stared down at her. "I would want you to go with me to this party." The words were hesitant and he waited as if expecting her to refuse.

She smiled up at him, her eyes bright as she looked up at him. "I'd love to, Chal. But am I going as your lady or as you 'protection from all the supernatural babes'."

He shook his head chuckling. "My lady, definitely. You'll cause quite a stir. But are you sure you still want to go, even after meeting Cyn?"

She nodded though her look darkened. "I want to be with you, to be yours always. You have to know that, Chal. I think I fell in love with you when you were so gentle with me, taking off those horrid cuffs and collar. You were so careful of me."

He chuckled. "I was scared you'd break. The remnants of the torture that ass had left on your body, it made me sick that someone could hurt something so beautiful." He traced the back of his hands over her cheek and along her jaw. "You have to be the strongest person I've ever met. How many women would be able to put up with as many years of torture as you did and still come out okay on the other end? You amaze me, Miss Bliss. I think you just might be my hero."

She chuckled. "It was more a matter of not having any other choice. My father told me that the contract was all inclusive, that if I tried to run away or hurt one of my masters I would end up broken and beaten in some alley. I couldn't use my power against them. They owned me body and soul." She sighed. "I'm still confused why I'm not dead now?"

"Oh honey, your father lied. Not even in the supernatural world would there be a spell that strong that would still be affected. It might have been true when you were first sold, but you're free now. No one has the right to own you."

She smiled shyly and then leaned back and the sheet fell from her to the bed leaving her naked. "You do. You own my heart and no one can live without their heart. Now, enough depressing talk. Do you remember where we left off?" She trailed a hand down her neck and over her breast, stopping to tweak her nipple.

Challon laughed even as he leaned over her. Her hands slid under the robe, pushing it from his shoulders. "Aww, hell, baby, let's just start from the beginning."




Dream Weaver Ch. 08



"Mmm, Chal," she giggled when he brushed soft kisses to her neck. "You have the best ideas."

"Hell yeah." His lips suckled on the same nipple she had tweaked and she moaned and moved against him. He was amazing. He could stir her body to life when she'd thought it had been dead for more years than she could count. She'd learned that her wishes and wants didn't matter, it was master that must be served no matter what.

She'd served, and she'd learned some amazing things. With a small smile, she pushed Chal back down on the bed, ridding him of the robe that was caught at his elbows. She grinned at the sight of his hard cock, bobbing against his belly. It was an impressive cock and she'd seen enough to know. She glanced up at him and licked her lips, then nuzzled her face against his hard dick.

Chal's head fell back and he groaned. With his powers, he could get a woman to do anything he wanted and do it willingly. But it amazed him that she felt comfortable enough with him to make love to him the way she was now. He groaned when her little tongue stroked over his hard flesh and his balls, investigating and sending shockwaves of pleasure up his spine.

"Oh, my sweet lady, you're going to have me begging in a minute." He gasped as her hot mouth settled around his glans and her tongue began to do soft circles. His hands reached out and grabbed the sheets, his fingers digging in to keep from grabbing her head to hold her still while he fucked her face until the pressure in his balls gave him ease. "Keep doing that and I might not last long. For an incubus, that would be down-right embarrassing." He couldn't stop the groan that escaped his lips and he looked down, seeing the humor in her eyes.

His hands tangled in her hair, watching as she slid her lips down, not stopping until they reached the skin of his groin. "Fuck!" His hips bucked up and he shouted out his pleasure, feeling her swallow around his hard shaft. She took him all, every last drip suckled from the end of his cock and then she smiled and licked her lips.

"Baby, you have...I can't..."

She giggled when he couldn't seem to finish his sentence. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, master of my heart."

"Master of your heart? I think I like that. As long as you know that I always reciprocate." With a growl, he flipped her onto her back, loving the sound of her giggles.

* * * *

Bliss brushed the front of her long gown, picking a stray bit of lint from the pale blue satin. It hugged her curves and left a good amount of her slight cleavage exposed. If it weren't for the many years of being kept naked in public, she probably would have been uncomfortable.

She heard Chal clatter down the stairs, coming up behind her. "Oh..."

She looked over her shoulder and then turned to stared up at him. "Oh?"

"Oh, wow," he breathed. "Oh, you're exquisite." He held her hands out wide, his eyes eating her up. "Oh, you're all mine." He smiled down at her and her heart seemed to heat up with the power of what she felt for him.

She smiled, bringing a glitter to her eyes. She lifted her hand up to the pristine white shirt he wore under his tight black jacket. "You're not too bad yourself, Chal. "And you're all mine."

He grinned. "You don't think it's too casual? Rodney said..."

"Is this the male equivalent of 'does this dress make my butt look too big'?" She giggled. "Anything more and I might have to get a cattle prod to keep the women off of you." She spoke the words jokingly but a dark memory passed across her face. He reached out for her, drawing her closer.

"I think I'll have more problems trying to keep the men off of you, I need to kiss you, Bliss."

That brought the glitter back to her eyes. She shrugged one slim shoulder, which did amazing things to her cleavage. "Well, if you gotta, I guess you gotta."

He chuckled, bending close to her ear. "I would replace all those dark memories, every single one with a memory of us."

Her hand cupped his cheek and she sighed. "You already are. Chal, you've made me happier than I've ever been before. Even more than before da..."

He bent and captured her lips, drawing her closer and holding her gently. When he lifted his head, her eyes were hazy with desire. "We could forget about this joke of a party my parents have decided to force on me and go back to bed...?"

"Think of how that would make your parents think about me? I've got to make a good impression if I'm yours forever." She stroked a rebellious strand of hair out of his eyes, deftly putting it back where it belonged.

"They will have many, many years to figure it out, Bliss. I don't plan to ever let you go." There was hope in his eyes that she'd go along with his plans only to slowly shatter when he saw the determination on her face. "Okay," he growled, kissing her gently one more time. "But you will stay at my side so I can keep the slathering masses away from you and we'll get you that cattle prod on our way there. So I can keep the fangs and claws and suckers and whatever else they invite off of you."

Bliss tried to hide her smile from him but he caught her chin and she couldn't help the giggle that left her lips.

"Oh so you think this is funny do you? Do you know how many witches, vampires and naiads will be at this damn party? It's nothing to be laughing about, Bliss?"

"You're not scared of a bunch of girls, are you, Chal?" She giggled again when he nodded his head. "I promise I'll keep them all away from you." She giggled harder when he glared at her.

"Do you have any idea what it's like to be thought of as meat? All these women are going to see is meat and they are very hungry. So you will stay at my side and away from Cyn. She gave me a strange look when she left here. I don't want her to try and hurt you or to lure you from my side." His hand rose and took her chin in his palm. "My sister is..."

"An evil bitch monster from hell?"

"Gods, Bliss, will you take this seriously?" He dropped his hand and went to the bar, splashing an amber liquid into a cut glass tumbler. "These people are unlike anything you've ever been around. They treat humanity as a food group, Bliss. I know you are supernatural," he brought the glass up to his lips and took a healthy draught. "My sister in particular will do anything and everything to get me back into her clutches. She's been trying for years. Somehow we had a weekend fling, something I regretted almost immediately. I was embarrassed to be around her and then she wouldn't leave me alone. She would come here and try showing up in my bed naked. That's when I started keeping women here. Women like Celesta."

"Then why..." She sank down into the chaise lounge, staring up at him with wide blue eyes. "Why does she think..."

"That I still want her?" He sighed heavily. "Bliss, you know I am part incubus. It is a very attractive quality in the supernatural world. Being close to me is like an aphrodisiac for some woman. Knowing that I can take the pleasure they have and whatever I feel and give it back to them...It's not easy to keep them away. That's why I allowed one woman on the property until I couldn't deal with her any longer. I would leave them with enough money to keep them fed and clothed with a roof over their heads. I think Les lasted longest because I've been traveling." He looked up as if searching for the words necessary to explain what he had to tell her. "But as Incubus, we are almost never monogamous. One woman can't stand up to what we can do for long. It just gets too intense."

"So...we won't..."

"No, Bliss. You are it for me. I don't want anyone else, just you. Even if I can't have you, even if you decide that I'm not for you, I want you with me." He hurried over to her and trailed his hand down her cheek, pressing his palm against the tempting flesh that showed above her neckline. "My life will end when...well, you know what I mean. I think there is more of my father in me than I had thought. He fell in love with my mother and he hasn't felt even a hint of a need to explore other relationships. My mother is the same with him."

"You were like that with Selena?" She traced the tips of her fingers against his cheekbone.

"Yes. But what I feel for you...what you inspire inside of me...it's more..."

"More...?"

He huffed out a breath and then looked up to the ceiling. "More...everything. I know if I were to lose you," he growled. "Even the thought sends terror through my body. I fear very little, I've tempted fate more than I should, but nothing comes close to what losing you would do to me."

She tangled her hand into his hair and pulled him down. "I will never leave of my own free will, Chal. I love you. You are it for me too. I'm just trying to understand a world that I've never..."

"And that's why I'm trying to keep you away from it. The people that inhabit my parents' lifestyle will chew you up and spit you out in little pieces." He brought her even closer and kissed her gently. "I'm not a part of that lifestyle anymore. I haven't since Selena came into my life. But it's even more important for me to keep you out of there." He kissed her again, his tongue slipping over the seam of her mouth. "I need you too much."

"So," she whispered against his lips. "You'd rather I didn't go with you?"

She saw the desolate look in his eyes. "I just wish I had parents that would embarrass me with baby pictures or every ribbon I won in school. I'm terrified that something will happen that will make you hate me, or someone will hurt you." He sank down on a hard-back chair and held his head in his hand.

She slid onto his lap. "I will stay at your side, Chal. But you need to remember one thing. I've seen your dreams, I know what is in your heart. Nothing that is said will scare me away from you. Trust what is in my heart as I trust what is in yours." 

He nodded, his fingers tracing over the curves of her face. "You are so beautiful, Bliss, so incredible. How did I get this lucky?"

Bliss giggled. "I don't know if I'd call it lucky or not, baby." She traced the lines of his face. "So now, we got all of that out in the open, we both know where we stand. Ready to go?"

Challon sighed. "Truthfully, no. But I guess we gotta."

Bliss giggled again and then twirled under his arm as he danced her toward the door. He held her wrap up and then tucked her under his arm. Rodney waited outside with Chal's town car, waiting with the door open for the master and his delightful mistress. He felt a bit of a tension, a beginning of something stirring. But there was nothing he could grab and hold onto yet. He would just have to wait for it to coalesce. He tipped his hat and nodded at Challon and then shut the door when the two of them were inside the car. Then he took his place in the driver seat.

"Master Sawyer's estate, sir?"

"Yes, Rodney. Bliss is forcing me to go to the hell that's waiting there." He moaned and rolled his eyes at Rodney.

"I think Miss Bliss is up for protecting you. She is pretty powerful, herself, sir."

"Thank you, Rodney. He's been whining for the last hour." She smiled mischievously at Challon's growl.

"Seriously, Rodney, tell her that sticking close is in her best interest tonight. Those women aren't going to be nice about trying to get my attention, unless my parents announce our engagement."

"Wait, Chal. What do you mean engagement?" She glared at him and came close to biting his lips when he tried to kiss her.

"Didn't I ask you? Well, that was damn uncivilized of me." He reached into the pocket of his pants and brought out a light blue box. "Bliss, I would drop to my knee in the car if I could. You've become my everything and I want the world to know that you're mine, forever." He fumbled dropping the blue gift box and reaching in for the black ring box. "Will you be mine?

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Author's Note

Okay, this chapter wasn't something that I had sitting around on my computer. I sat down and wrote this for the past like three days and I'm curious...What do you think? Is there a lot of difference in my writing style than what it used to be. I'm hopeless when it comes to reading what I write. So I'm interested. Thanks All!!