DreamKeeper (3 page)

“I’ve loved you for so long, Savaant. I can’t remember loving anyone else. Each night before bed I imagined what it would feel like to be in your arms, to kiss your lips, or to hear your sweet voice speak my name. Over and over I replayed the visions as I drifted off to sleep. When you put your clothes up for auction I didn’t have to decide what to do. I knew instantly which pieces I wanted and that I had to win.”

He stopped and pulled her close. “Your sincerity touches me deeply. Once our love is sealed by your bite on my neck, the Dunalino males will back down. Your sensuality will be irresistible but different than the typical female. Others will draw near you simply to feel the new fire burning in your soul.”

“Sounds a little scary.”

“You’ll be totally hot, babe. Hotter than you are now.” He gave her a wink. “Everywhere you go, men and women alike will long to touch you.”

“Like they want to touch you? Have you any idea how many women dream of just touching you?”

He smiled that easy smile of his, revealing his modest side. “The perks of life as a rock star. If I wasn’t famous they’d probably pass me by on the street without a glance.”

“I wouldn’t.” She reached up and touched his face. “I’d love you anyway…rock star or not.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I love everything about you, especially your voice. The way you sing and speak goes straight to my heart. Even when you’re my fierce protector I can feel the gentleness of your soul. You are a perfect blend of sweet and dangerous…both of which I adore.”

“Angel, you’ve become my inspiration. I’m so lucky to have found you.”

Something about Dunalino Island had made her feel free to speak openly. All the inhibitions and silly insecurities she carried through thirty years of marriage fell away as she stood with Savaant in
his
domain. Nothing pretentious, no need to put on airs to impress snobby aristocrats. No walls decorated with priceless art holding her captive.

The only thing holding her now was the deep love in her heart for this amazing man whose power was not superficial. Unlike her rich late husband, Savaant’s dominating strength came from within. He didn’t need to buy loyalty. His natural charisma attracted people to him of their own accord.

She felt unbelievably safe with him despite what a dangerous man he could be. “I feel like the lucky one.”

He lowered his head, gently touching his lips to hers. “Mm, sweet.” Easing back just a bit, he traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue, then invited her to do the same. “Baby,” he whispered against her lips. “Make love to me.”

She gazed into his half-closed eyes for a breathtaking moment before following him a short distance to a soft area of rock-free sand. Burying her toes in the sand, she turned toward the ocean and gazed out over the rolling water. Waves lapped the ground, making it feel like velvet to the touch.

Turning around, she found Savaant standing right behind her with a look of smoldering desire painted on his face. He looked utterly irresistible with his layered blond hair windblown by the sea breeze. She let her gaze drift over his body--long, lean and muscular with tanned well-toned arms and powerfully built long legs.

Slowly her eyes took him in as her gaze moved back up to his striking blue eyes. Yes, he definitely stole her breath away. Her stomach filled with excited flutters.

While locked in a heated gaze, her hands glided over his broad chest to the zipper of his shirt. Slowly, she slid the silver metal piece all the way down until her hands brushed the hard bulge protruding against his leather pants. He sucked in a quick breath as she covered his sweat-beaded chest with kisses while pushing the satiny shirt off his broad shoulders.

“I want to taste you…” She breathed out the words.

Easing onto her knees in the sand with waves gently washing over her calves and feet, her lips and tongue continued working their way down over his rippling abs. She continued her sensual trek downward over his sexy navel, then to the soft love trail disappearing below the waistline of his pants. In a relaxed manner she unbuttoned his leather jeans, kissing his lower stomach with intense affection. With a delicate touch she released his impressive erection.

* * * *

A stiff sea breeze lifted her hair, tossing it in wild strands of sun-kissed gold around her pretty face. She stared up at him with enchanting eyes, as deep as the ocean and filled with wild love.

Savaant sighed heavily, sliding his hands into the thick of her hair, watching through heavy eyes as she took his cock between her soft lips. Dainty hands gripped the back of his thighs, slowly pulling his groin to her face. She sucked his entire length down her throat.

“Baby, baby…” he groaned, clenching his jaw as the sexual tension rapidly mounted.

Her desire to please enthralled him.

Bloody hell, this woman is unreal. She’s going to fucking deep throat me!

The sight of her on her knees—barefoot in the sand with the ocean zephyr tossing her golden hair—giving him the most mind-blowing head he’d ever received was purely intoxicating. This was quite unexpected. Her appetite grew more voracious with every passing moment. When she gazed up with those sultry blue eyes while lavishing him with hot desire, he nearly exploded right then. Everything she did was loaded with such unadulterated passion that it made each experience with her feel like his first time, too.

His body shuddered, forcing another deep groan from his chest and small spurts of semen from his throbbing cock. Every time the sensitive head of his sex rolled over her tongue a deeper sensation of ecstasy engulfed him. The urge to fully explode in her hot, sweet mouth intensified.

She’d aroused him immensely and he knew his load would be heavy and long.
He fought it back and resisted pumping his engorged cock against her —unsure if she’d ever taken a man’s full release orally.

The mystical aura surrounding this beautiful woman made him feel as if he’d never known any other female except for her. What they shared had grown into a supernatural bond unlike anything he’d ever dreamed possible.

Her acts of love quickly took him higher until his body quivered for release, hovering on the brink of what promised to be one hell of a climax.

“
Mon Coeur
,” he murmured, tenderly lifting her into a loving embrace before losing self-control. “You are exceptionally sweet to love me like you do. Now let me please you as I should.”

* * * *

“I get tingly inside when you call me that.” His French term of endearment,
my heart
, rolled of his tongue in seductive fashion. Everything about him was smooth and utterly sensual. Her eyes met his. “I enjoy exploring your body. I want to please you…taste you.”

“Mm… I love hearing you say that, and you please me in ways I cannot describe.” His lips bit lightly at her earlobe. “So much so that I’m about to lose control.”

Strong hands swept up her back, pressing their bodies together. She felt her body tense when his teeth found their spot. Then the welcome rush of heat and pain flooded her soul, merged with indescribable pleasure. His bite was shorter this time, indicative of his heightened state of arousal. Within minutes they sank into the wet sand completely undressed, tangled around each other—skin on skin.

“Sav…” She gasped as he filled her with his impressively erect cock. Clearly she had excited him to a new level, which pleased her. His cock felt enormously swollen and ready to explode. Soft grunting filled her ears as he thrust into her hard and fast with an urgency she hadn’t felt from him before. Her hips rose and fell to match his pace. His sex was so deeply joined with hers that she felt as one with him in that very moment.

Within minutes her arousal peaked, sending the welcome spasms through her body. Her sex contracted around his pulsing cock just as he began to come. They gasped at once, succumbing to a staggering orgasm together.

As always he’d left her breathless. The thrill of making love to him achieved a greater height of passion each time they joined.

He sucked in a sharp breath as his body shuddered with release, spilling liquid heat into her depths. Their cheeks brushed intimately. Her hair mingled in sweat-soaked strands with his. Their lips met as wickedly hot spasms seized their trembling bodies before they collapsed into each other’s arms.

“Baby…” His voice was soft and low, his breathing erratic. “My love, you are incredible.”

Angel nestled into his embrace, basking in the glorious afterglow of the most untainted passion she’d ever experienced. No awkwardness. Nothing kinky or dirty, simply making beautiful, deeply physical love on a heavenly beach with the man of her dreams.

Chapter Three

Following their wildly intimate joining on the beach, Savaant had taken her back to his villa to settle in. They spent the day relaxing while she shook off jet lag. By evening Angel felt well rested and ready to go out.

They arrived at the party fashionably late. She’d chosen a black, silk camisole to wear under the charmed white clothes of her man. He looked fabulous in a white sleeveless button-down shirt hanging loosely over sleek, black leather jeans.

“I’m nervous about going to a party so soon,” she said, hesitating at the door that opened to Blade’s home.

He lowered his head and gave her a reassuring kiss before they walked through the door together. Angel looked up to admire a gigantic chandelier suspended from the cathedral ceiling over the foyer. Large tear-shaped black, clear and quartz gems dangled from the polished black fixture. She had never seen anything so elegant even among Eric’s circle of friends.

“Do you like our chandelier?” Sage asked, greeting them as they came in.

“It’s stunning.” Angel nodded in fascination. “Are those black pieces made of onyx?”

“No, they are actually black crystal. See those little black specks inside each piece of clear quartz? Each one has birthmarks inside so that not one is like the other.”

“Amazing. Your home is beautiful.”

“Another bonus of living on Dunalino. Blade found the crystal and quartz rocks during one of their sea-diving excursions. He had them cut into those tear drops and fashioned into this lovely chandelier.”

“Aren’t they afraid of another attack from Nahtosha?”

Sage shook her head with a smile. “No. Our men do not bow down to fear.”

“I guess not.” She looked up at Savaant in adoration.

“C’mon.” Sage took her hand. “Let’s join the others. I’ve prepared exotic fruit treats, and Blade has drinks ready.”

Savaant walked beside them, his hand resting protectively at the small of Angel’s back. Her past experience living among the very wealthy swung to her advantage upon entering Blade’s extravagant villa. Accustomed to elegant surroundings, she didn’t gawk like a newbie. She simply surveyed the area in her typical nonchalant manner that she used when entering a new home.

Blade sat on a leather settee positioned beside double glass doors that had been slid open. Slivers of moonlight danced off his black silky shirt, giving him a rather majestic appearance in his territory. Miles and Kacie stood on a balcony just outside the doors overlooking the ocean. They appeared to be engaged in private conversation. Fresh, evening air floated through the doorway, causing candles to flicker playfully. Reece lay stretched out on a leather sofa opposite Blade, but she didn’t see Ciara.

“Can I borrow Angel?” asked Sage with a pleading expression. “I would like to show her around the villa.”

Savaant’s eyes sparkled under the low lights. His hand drifted over the back of her hair. “Don’t keep her too long.” He gave Angel an encouraging wink before letting her go. She looked back to see him join the men as Sage led her into another room.

“We like to give the boys time to chill before partying.” Sage ended her tour in the kitchen where Ciara was sitting at a large wooden table. Sage pulled out a chair, motioning for Angel to sit. “Try some fruit. Ciara and I picked it fresh this morning. I’ll go get Kacie.” With that, she left the room.

Angel sat down across from Ciara, who seemed indifferent to her arrival. She didn’t know quite what to make of this woman who hadn’t said much—though, when she had, her words had been intrusive.

“How do you like the island so far?” she asked, then popped a piece of pineapple into her mouth.

“It’s beautiful. You must love living in this tropical paradise.”

She shrugged. “I’ve been with Reece so long I never gave it much thought when we moved out here. I like the social life in LA, but we can’t stay there full time because of his…dilemma.”

“Sounds like you have reservations about this life.”

“And you don’t?” Ciara’s eyes burned into hers. Her sudden change in demeanor felt somewhat disturbing.

Angel met her stare straight on. “No. I love Savaant. He has brought more into my life than I ever dreamed of. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him. You have no idea what it’s like living in a glorified cage for thirty years.”

“Did your late husband abuse you or something?”

“Or something.” She aggressively stabbed a chunk of kiwi with a plastic pick. She felt no obligation to spill her personal life to this meddling bitch.

“And you have no clue what it’s like living bound to a blood-dragon.” Ciara shot back. “Always walking around with a secret hanging over our heads, praying people won’t find out what we are.”

“From what I’ve heard, you are not bound unless you return his bite.” She slanted Ciara a knowing look. “And yes… I know full well what it’s like living life behind a secret.”

Ciara appeared taken aback for a moment. However, her setback didn’t last long.

“Why would any woman want to bite one of these blood-dragons just to become one of them? I am not fond of the taste of blood, let alone setting myself up to be bound by their fate.” She leaned forward, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. “So you’re not
Little Miss Innocent
like the guys said. What secret haunts you, Angel?”

“One that is dead and buried.”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“My past is nobody’s business except mine and Savaant’s.”