Reaching for My Angel [The Royal Wolves 5] (Siren Publishing Allure) (3 page)

“And if I told you I was real?” he asked as he teased the curve of her breast with his teeth. “What would you do then, Evangeline?” he whispered, licking at her nipple as he bent her back, his hands on her shoulders and his arms supporting her back.

“No man could be this perfect, Benedek,” she whispered softly as she threaded her hands into his hair. “I have the scars to prove it.” In her dream her skin was perfection. However, in reality she had scars from knifings, beatings and various surgeries that saved her life at the end of her fifteen years of hell.

Freezing, Ben lifted his head slowly and looked into her exotic face, searching it and her eyes. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” he asked softly. Pulling her upright he held her close to him as he enjoyed her nails lightly scraping his skull, the touch much like a stroking he’d demand of her later.

Her breasts pressed neatly against his chest, her body molded to his and she felt the evident need as it pressed up between them. It touched her belly with its length and pulsing against her clitoris with its need. “I don’t want to talk about
him
in my dreams. I only want to be with you for now, Benedek. Please allow me to have just at least this one dream without reality intruding?” But her scars appeared on her body, the dream no longer allowing her to hold back the imperfections of her body from him.

“Oh, honey,” he breathed out his fingers tracing one of them even as he pulled her into a tight hug. The bastard that had done this would die. No one hurt a Wolf’s mate, or potential mate, and lived. Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, he nuzzled her neck. “No more pain for you, ever,” he promised and with a quick movement rolled her to lay under his weight. “You are mine and I won’t let you hurt again,” he whispered against her lips as he rubbed his cock against her clit gently, building both of their needs desperately. The blood rushed to his cock, making him ache and the wetness from her pussy was making it so easy for him to slide his cock over her labia.

She arched up into him and gasped at the feel of him against her wet pussy lips. The way that he was teasing her clit and cunt made her ache in need. “I would love that, Benedek, I would love to belong to you and never hurt again.” It would be a dream come true, too bad it wasn’t the reality of life. Her legs wrapped around him and the heels of her small feet pressed at the under curve of his ass. “Show me how good it can feel without the pain, Benedek?”

Taking her at her word, he slid his turgid cock deep into her pussy slowly letting himself memorize each small sound, little movement and the feel of her body accepting his dick into her wet cunt. Rocking in and out of her at an agonizingly slow pace, he kissed her neck, breathing in her heady scent. “Dreams can come true, Evangeline,” Benedek told her, softly biting her neck. “If you truly believe and look around, you may just find your dream standing in front of you.” And he’d damn well do whatever it took to get there to make her believe. He slowly pulled back, and torturing himself slid his cock in just a bit deeper, just a bit harder and was determined that she come before he left their shared dreaming.

“I wish that you were right,” she begged with a smile and pulled his cock deeper and harder into her body. “Benedek,” she breathed quietly even as her hands pulled and tugged him closer. “More, fuck me harder, give me more.” She needed more. She wanted to be able to dream that he was real and one day, one day he would come to her, for her.

“I am always right,” he assured her softly. “Tell me where you are and I’ll come as soon as we leave here,” he promised kissing her cheek. “I will always come for you, Evangeline,” he said. Moving faster and harder he lifted her hips up so that he had a better angle to fuck her at and kissed her with everything inside of him, begging her silently to believe in him if only for long enough to tell him everything about her.

“Valley Stream,” she heard her dream-self saying to him and as he lifted her hips and adjusted the angle of his cock entering her pussy. She felt her nails biting into his arms, the short and blunt nails still digging deep lines into his skin as she shook from the release she felt building. She had never had an orgasm. The feelings were frightening and with eyes wide and filled with fear she watched him. “Please.” The one word was a plea. Don’t hurt her, please give her more, show her the skies, take her to heaven. So much was wrapped into that one single word. Her cunt tightened on his cock, she demanded everything from him with that one word, and begged it all the same.

“Just let it take you flying, Evangeline,” he whispered. “I’ll catch you on the way down.” He smiled. Shifting just a bit more he moved at a near frantic pace, his flesh meeting hers sharply, the slapping sounds loud even with the water of the dream. The sounds of the water, the wet sounds of his cock plunging her pussy, all of it. “Scream for me, Angel,” he asked as he bit her breast gently, his cock swelling as he came hard and fast inside of her body knowing that when they were together in reality it would be so much more intense and pleasurable.

She gasped, eyes went wide until her head fell back and she did just that, she screamed for him. She was panting. Nothing had ever felt the way that he was giving her had felt. It was amazing, intense, and surreal and somewhere in her mind, she wished it was real.

Collapsing over her Ben sucked in air, his body shaking from the explosive nature of their loving, even if it was only a dream. Kissing her neck lightly he nuzzled her flesh as he breathed her in. “Beautiful,” he whispered as he rolled over, taking her with him. Stroking his fingers down her back, he noted each mark on her skin but didn’t dwell on them. Later he’d find the bastard that had hurt her. Now was for her, to show her that there was beauty even in a dream that, when he found her, would become reality. 

Her head lay on his chest and she sighed lightly. “That was amazing, Benedek.” He was a figment of her imagination but it had been the most wonderful of feelings. “I know that you are a part of me, a part of my psyche but I never dreamed that pleasure could be so intense, so perfect.”

Moving a hand up, he stroked his fingers gently through her hair. “Are you sure I’m just part of your psyche, Evangeline?” he asked her softly. “There are other ways for two souls to join in a dream.” He couldn’t tell her, not if she was one of those few people that just couldn’t accept wolves among the human race. God, wouldn’t that just be a kicker, if he had a mate that ignored what was all around them in the second species on the planet. If she ignored the wolves and all that they were.

She smiled and stroked her fingers over his chest softly. “I am not worthy of being a wolf’s mate, so yep, I’m pretty positive that you are simply a figment of my imagination, Benedek. As much as I would want you to be real, I know that I am not one of the few humans who would be compatible for a wolf.”

Frowning at her words he caught her chin to tip her face up to him. “You are perfectly compatible for a wolf, honey, why would you say you weren’t?” he asked in confusion. Well, at least she knew about the wolves, but this certainty she felt could be a complication.

“Because I am not pretty enough, womanly enough.” She shrugged. “I’m just not enough.” Words she had heard for far too long. “I am too boyish and rough.” She reached her hand up and stroked his cheek. “I hope to dream of you again, Benedek.” But for now she heard her alarm blaring and needed to get up, for what she didn’t know but she was never one to laze around in bed. “Rest well in my imagination,” she whispered before she was gone from under him and woke in her bed, alone and sated.

Sitting up in the dream as he did so in his bed Benedek cursed. “Damn it all to hell and back again,” he grumbled with a sigh. Scrubbing at his face slowly, he flopped back down on the bed. Growling, he had a moment of being just like a two year old and pounded out his frustration on the bed as he thrashed for a moment before laying still. “Well, that solved absolutely nothing.” But it had made him feel slightly better. Rolling from the bed he got up and headed for the kitchen. Today was his day off and he had a mate to find and he needed mass amounts of caffeine.

She rose from her bed and rubbed her hands over her body. She could see where his hands had been and that was so amazingly weird to her. She could smell him on her skin and she felt his fingers digging into her ass again and she had to lay back down to let the moment of surrealism pass her by. “God, that was amazing. I really want to have that dream again.”

Evan rose from the bed, her happiness from the dream spilling over into reality, and grinned. “I think that I need to find him.” She spoke to herself, always seemed to speak to herself when she was alone. With that thought in mind, she got cleaned up and headed for the city so she could start to look for the man that had filled her dreams.

Pouring himself a travel mug of coffee, Ben grabbed his jacket and his phone and headed for the garage. He knew the town where she lived, now all he had to do was find her. Good thing his brother had taught them some interesting tricks to tracking down prey he thought with a grin. And she was prey. Until he found her, she was in his sights as a target and after, after he was going to show her just what being mated to a Wolf was all about.

Out of her shower and hair dried, she walked around the house for the longest time and finally she couldn’t stand it anymore. “I’m losing my mind,” she grumbled but grabbed the keys to her old pick up and her purse and headed out toward New York. “Looking for a small bookstore.” There was one that she knew about and she could use the excuse of losing her hat there.

Walking through the town Benedek frowned. He could have sworn he had found her scent a half dozen times but it hadn’t led anywhere. Shaking his head he sighed even as he headed for the street once more. Pacing down the street he turned around when the faintest of her scent came at him. Stopping he focused on her scent and slowly began to track where it led. At the door of a small house he knocked and rang the bell. When there was no answer he sat down on the steps and shook his head. “Probably some friend of hers and they’re going to have a fit finding me sitting here.” Sighing he scraped his hands through his hair and checked his watch. He’d been at it for six hours and this was the closest he’d gotten. He wasn’t leaving until he found out one way or another.

Time seemed to move slowly. It seemed as if Ben met everyone in the neighborhood except for the woman he wanted to meet. Where the hell was she? Sipping on the coffee that he had brought along with him, he was finally sitting on the front stoop of the woman that he knew was his. Her scent was everywhere. Now he just simply had to wait.

She was in the truck and turned into her driveway. It was no longer bright outside but late afternoon, and she was exhausted. A frown crossed her face and then she slammed on the brakes when she saw him. Throwing the truck into park, she turned it off and got out. “Benedek?” Her legs were shaking and she could have fallen over with the surprise that she had with knowing that her dream man was sitting on her front porch.

Looking up sharply he was on his feet and moving toward her before he really registered just who she was. “Evangeline,” he breathed out softly as he stared at her, stopping just one small foot from her. “Hi,” he said with a half-smile, wanting to reach out and pull her into his arms but resisting.

“Am I dreaming?” she whispered as her hand reached out and she touched his face. “Oh god, I’m not, am I?” So many things got clogged in her mind. It was an overload of everything and she simply looked at him. “I think I’m going to fall.” Her knees were weak as she looked at him and moved that last foot and tossed her arms around him.

Wrapping his arms around her, he hugged her tightly to him. “You’re not dreaming now, Angel,” he whispered softly against her ear. “I’m real and I’ve got you. I promised I’d catch you on the way down and I always keep my promises.” He knew that it was fast, knew that it was insane because all they had done thus far was share a dream, but those dreams were potent. Those dreams were what bound wolves and mates tightly. It was during those dreams that the most primal part of a being was accessed and changed. It was what tied mates so tightly together.

She felt herself going weak with relief. She couldn’t believe it. He was there and he was real. She felt him holding onto her as if she were the most precious thing alive and relished that feeling. “Thank you for keeping your promise,” she whispered against his chest and simply held onto him. She didn’t understand why she felt as much as she felt or as soon as she felt it but she did. She felt a great deal for him, honestly more than she ever dreamed was possible. It was. Perfect. In a word, it was perfect.

“For you, love, nothing in this world or the next could make me break a promise I make you,” he murmured to her. Burying his nose in her neck, he inhaled her scent, letting his breath back out on a sigh of pleasure. “As much as I want to keep standing here on your lawn, I think we’re beginning to attract attention, Evangeline.”

Evan looked up and around and nodded. “Right, yes, we should go inside.” She turned to look at her car that was half on the lawn and half on the drive. “I should actually park beside your car, though, Benedek.” She pulled back slightly. “But I can’t seem to want to let you go. I’m afraid if I do, you will vanish like our dream.”

Shaking his head he leaned in and kissed her cheek lightly. “Not going any place at all. Go and move your truck. I’ll be right here the whole time until you return. Then we can go inside where I intend to properly greet you.” His eyes dropped to her lips for a moment as his lips began to slowly curl into a smile.

Her lips tingled as she stepped back. “Right, proper greetings.” Her whole body tingled in memory of the dream. She moved from him reluctantly and slipped into the truck. Starting it up she moved it so that it was better parked and not half in the street, half on her lawn. When she slipped out the keys once more, she put them into her pocket and approached him. Her hand out to him, she moved for the front door and once more pulled out the key, her eyes constantly moving back to look at him. The nervous gesture not lost on Benedek.