Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure) (7 page)

“I think you may have a point. If you don’t mind, I would appreciate a ride home. I’ll worry about my car tomorrow.”

“I could bring you back tomorrow to pick it up. We’ll see what the night brings.”

He put his arm around her waist and helped her navigate through the now crowded restaurant. Still holding her tightly, he walked her to his car. He opened the door, and she slid into the passenger seat, but before she could put on her seatbelt, he leaned down to kiss her full on the mouth, his tongue forcing itself between her lips. The unwanted kiss continued against her shocked lips as he groped her breasts roughly through her dress. She knew she was in trouble.

Struggling to remove her face from his, she said, “Eric, please. I…we…shouldn’t… this isn’t right. You’re my teacher.”

“Yes, and I have a lot more to teach you. Don’t play coy, Octavia. You and I both know Willa Cather was just a ruse to get me to take you out. So let’s not waste time pretending. I’ve wanted to see that beautiful body of yours naked and in my bed ever since you walked into my class at the beginning of the semester.”

Even in her muddled state, she knew that the only home he was taking her to was his own. She didn’t want him to touch her. She felt nothing when he kissed her except repulsion. It was like someone had poured ice water into her veins.

“No…I feel better now. I can drive home myself.” She attempted to swing her legs around to get out of the car, but his body blocked her efforts. He pushed her back against the car seat.

“Don’t be difficult, dear.” Eric pulled the seatbelt around her and locked it. “I would be remiss in my duties if I allowed you to even think about driving. Now you stay put.” He slammed the car door shut and locked it.

She had no idea how much time had passed when the car door was flung open. “Get out of the car, Octavia.” Mathieu stood, glaring down at her, barely containing the anger that held his body rigid. “I said get out of the car. I’m taking you home.”

“Where’s Eric?”

“Eric? He just went inside to get some ice. Let’s just say he was in need of it.”

“Mathieu, you had no right. What did you do?” She sounded angry, but truth be told, she was more than happy to see him. She was trying to undo her seatbelt that seemed especially difficult to maneuver when she heard Mathieu curse. He reached in and unbelted her and then dragged her body from Eric’s car. He practically lifted her off her feet as he pushed her in the direction of a motorcycle that he leaned her up against. A helmet came down hard on her head before he lifted her onto the seat behind him and told her to hang on. She wrapped her arms around him. It was a wild ride. By the time he stopped in front of her house, she was not only windblown but a lot less drunk.

“Mathieu,” she began.

He turned as she removed the helmet and handed it to him. “Don’t say a word, Octavia. I’m in no frame of mind to hear it right now. You’re lucky I didn’t kill that guy.”

“I don’t know what possessed me to…”

Mathieu cut her off, anger etched into every syllable. “That bastard wanted to fuck you, and that’s exactly what he was going to do, with or without your consent.”

She winced from his harsh words, but she knew he was right. She looked away from him, hating the way he was looking at her, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of her.

“Look at me, Octavia,” he ordered. When she turned her face back to him, he continued, “I saw his hands on you and heard what he said to you when you told him you wanted to drive yourself home. You have no idea what I’m capable of and how much restraint I showed tonight. Now get in the house before I do something I’ll really regret.”

Octavia slid off the motorcycle. “I’m sorry, Mathieu. Sorry that...”

“Good night, Octavia,” he yelled over the roar of the motorcycle that jumped out onto the road, leaving her alone and feeling worse than she could remember feeling in a very long time.

The house was dark except for the lamp that had been left on for her in the living room. She turned it out and headed up the stairs to bed. She could still feel the effects of the liquor she had consumed, even though the cool night air had helped to clear her head.

She began to undress, leaving her clothes where they fell. She stood before her mirror naked. She watched her fingers touch her breasts and pull on her nipples. She spread her legs wider and closed her eyes. She tried to imagine Mathieu’s hands on her body, but she couldn’t seem to focus on his face. Finally, frustrated by her inability to overcome her alcohol consumption, she turned out her bedside lamp and crawled under the covers. She barely felt her head hit the pillow before she floated through cool air that created goose bumps all over her body. She could hear music playing and a breathy, male falsetto voice that was singing a song that had a familiar ring to it.

When she was able to open her eyes, she was on her back in the center of a huge bed that was covered in black silk sheets. They felt so smooth and soft. It amazed her how vivid her dreams were, from the texture of the sheets to the starlit sky and moonlight that illuminated the room through the open window next to the bed. She could even smell the salty sea air that told her she was near the ocean. She had always loved the beach, especially at night, so it made sense that she would want to be near it in her dreams.

Surprisingly, she found herself unbound. In every dream she could remember, she had been restrained and blindfolded. She looked around, expecting Mathieu to walk into the room. He had told her that he had dreamed of her, but would he still come to her like this, now that they had mated. In his anger, possibly this was the only way he could satisfy his need for her right now. She felt herself blushing.

“You look quite lovely with a blush on your face.”

She looked in the direction of the deep, silky voice and stared as the man moved from the shadows and walked into the moonlight to reveal himself in all is naked splendor. The man whose eyes now held hers sparkled with amusement as her eyes widened in surprise. He was not Mathieu. He looked nothing like Mathieu. In contrast, he had an olive complexion, long, black hair to his shoulders, and dark eyes that that were framed with even-darker lashes. He stood taller, his muscled body bigger in every way than Mathieu’s. She forced herself to look away from his large erection and back into his heavily lashed dark-brown eyes.

It took her a moment, but when recognition hit her, her jaw dropped. This wasn’t just any man standing naked before her. This was Tobias Morgan, lead singer and songwriter for the group Naked Dreamer. He had been voted sexiest man alive in a number of magazines and had won at least five Grammys. She had always been a fan of his music, and like thousands of other girls, had been subject to a teenage crush that involved buying his CDs and posters, but she could never remember dreaming about him like this before.

His eyes never left hers. They held her to him as tightly as he could have with his arms. “Do you enjoy being naked in my bed?”

“Your bed, my dream.” She smiled up into those mesmerizing eyes that made her whole body tingle
. For once, I’m not going to fight what my subconscious wishes to give me. I’m going to let myself enjoy this dream.

Smiling, he threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, my sweet Octavia….you really think you’re dreaming, don’t you?”

“I am dreaming, and I’m obviously getting to a point where I can manipulate my dreams in ways I had no idea I was capable of. I’m going to have to remember exactly what kind of wine I drank tonight.” She giggled.

“That, my sweet, should not be repeated and certainly not with that creep. Mathieu arrived just in time. It’s just as well. I wouldn’t have been so forgiving.”

“You know about that.”
Of course he knows. It’s your own subconscious that’s feeding him his lines.

“How I know is something you’ll come to find out in time. For now, show me how you can manipulate your dream.”

“Well, Tobias.” She grinned, glad he was changing the subject. “You don’t mind if I call you Tobias, do you?”

“Not in the least.”

“Well, Tobias.” She couldn’t help giggling. “You’re an absolutely delicious-looking man whose music I love and who is incredibly sexy hot…and someone I would love to fuck.” She whispered the last word, hardly believing her own ears.

Tobias smiled with perfectly straight, white, even teeth that were probably caps, and said, “So, you want to fuck me, Octavia. I think that can be arranged.”

She closed her eyes, fighting to control her nerves. Even though it was just a dream, it was so very real. When she opened them again, his eyes had softened.

“Don’t’ be embarrassed because you want me, Octavia. I’d be disappointed if you didn’t because I want you, too.”

His words gave her the confidence to continue. “I know I’m being the epitome of what some would call a slut, but since you and I have never really met…and most likely never will…I’m going to have fun with this dream, and you, in ways I would have thought impossible…for as long as I make this dream last.”

“Then, by all means”—he laughed—“use me as you wish.”

She crawled across the bed to him on her knees. “I want to touch you like this.” She gently took his heavy balls in her hands and caressed them before she bent down to lick and kiss them. She heard him moan softly. “And”—she looked up into those dark brown eyes that were melting her own with his desire—“I want to suck your cock, and when I’m through tasting you, I want to feel you inside me because I need to know what it would be like to fucked by a man like you.” She giggled nervously, taking more of him into her mouth. She loved the way he tasted, like incense and spices mixed with warm cider. She continued to lick him until she knew she couldn’t wait any longer.

Leaning into him, she lifted herself so she could easily slip his hard cock into her waiting pussy. “I want to feel you inside me, and even though it’s a dream”—she caught her breath from the sheer size of him stretching her as she inched her way down his cock—“I want to feel your entire length along with every ridge, and when I suck you again…” She groaned as he moved deeper inside her. “I’ll able to taste my own juices when I take you back into my mouth.”

She felt Tobias’s hands gripping the cheeks of her ass to lift her up and down on his cock. His breathing had become labored. “I had no idea you were going to be such an aggressive little minx. I love the sound of your raspy, sexy voice telling me what you want.”

“Having a fantasy like you gives me total freedom and control…it’s like a reward of some kind…I really don’t understand it. All I know is that I’ve never felt this free before in my life.”

“Not even with Mathieu?”

“I really thought these dreams would end after Mathieu and I mated. Dreaming about you should be wrong, and yet how can a fantasy in a time and place that has no anchor to reality be wrong?”

She heard him groan as their bodies became more demanding of the other, pushing and pulling until she could feel the sweat from his chest lubricating her hard nipples. She leaned into him completely, wanting to feel her breasts crushed into his chest while wiggling her pussy up and down on his throbbing cock. He shoved himself farther up inside her. She moaned loudly, surrounding him with her warmth, taking every inch of him.

“I like this,” he whispered into her ear, his tongue licking her neck. “I like the way you fuck.”

“I do, too,” she moaned. “I do, too.”

She groaned and leaned back only to be pushed forward. Tobias lifted her chin so that he could look into her lust-filled eyes.

“Do you wish I were Mathieu?”

She shook her head. “I wish Mathieu were you.”
That was a horrible thing to say.
So why did she say it?

For a second she felt Tobias freeze before he picked up the pace, his breath in her ear. “You’re more desirable than you could possibly know. Your long auburn hair is exquisite the way it falls down your back, and your skin is perfection, especially right now, with the flush of passion. But those eyes”—he lifted her chin again—“they speak to me in a language as old as time.” He lowered his voice. “They entice a man to want you beyond reason.”

“But you, Tobias,” she said softly, “aren’t just any man.” Her body stiffened with the force of his thrust that caused her to cry out from the intense spiraling flashes of pure sexual bliss that were driving her closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, Octavia,” he ordered. “Come for me now.”

Trembling from the all-encompassing orgasm that took away whatever control she had left, she cried out again, this time with Tobias’s name on her lips. She was impaled on his cock that continued to thrust upward, deeper and deeper until she felt the gush of his seed flow into her. His body arched and shuddered with the power of their mating, holding her to him. She felt their bodies merge into one.

Octavia lay limp in Tobias’s arms until he gently removed her and laid her back against the sheets where he joined her. His arms encircled her, drawing her close to the heat of his body. She found herself snuggling into him, listening to his heart that was still beating wildly. Again, she wondered how she was able to dream like this. It seemed so impossible to feel something so wonderful and not have it be real. Would Mathieu approve of such dreams? For all she knew, all Klawinken had these types of dreams. She sighed into Tobias’s chest, causing him to draw away.