Summer of Frost (5 page)

I began the dream playing one of Drake’s
favorite songs on my harp. The setting for our rendezvous was my
room in the Winter Palace, and I was sitting on the crimson,
velvety seat that sat in the corner by the window. The soft,
sensual melody of the song I wrote specially for Drake echoed
throughout the expanse of the room. Only Drake, Sarette, and Oren
knew of my love for the harp, and in my dreams I could play it
freely. It’s one of the only things that relaxed me from the stress
of Winter Court life.

The strings thrummed along my fingertips as
I played each note, gracefully and with ease. The music was
hypnotic as I closed my eyes, soaking in the sounds, and it wasn’t
long before I was able to lose myself in it. The veil to the dream
world began to thin, and I could feel Drake getting closer the more
I played. I sensed him behind me, inching closer, until finally his
arms enclose my waist.

“
Is it bad that I live my life looking
forward to the night?” he asked huskily, nuzzling his face in my
hair. His hand swept it off my shoulder, and he laid a soft, warm
kiss at the nape of my neck. I shuddered as the chills ran down my
body.

“
No, because I’m the same way,” I
confessed, moving away from the harp so I could stand in front of
him. Taking my face in his hands, he crushed his lips to mine …
wanting and needing. Running my hands through his hair, I tugged
him closer, opening my lips further and allowing more of him to
enter. His tongue was demanding yet sweet as he feverishly claimed
me for his own.

Leaning away from the kiss, I placed my
hands on his chest, giving a light push. I’d wanted to tell him for
a long time now that these dreams were real, but I knew he wouldn’t
believe me, not without solid proof. This was just a dream world to
him, but I was ready to tell him.

Drake’s eyes were full of concern when he
studied me. “Why did you pull away?”

Averting my eyes to the floor, I took a few
seconds to think of the questions I wanted to ask him before I
looked at him again. “Drake?” I asked.

“
Hmm ...” he replied, tucking a strand of
hair behind my ear.

“
Do you find it odd that you dream about
me every night?”

He narrowed his eyes in concentration, and
shrugged. “I hadn’t really thought about it like that. I guess it
is a little strange, but I’m not complaining.” He distracted me by
dipping his head lower to graze his lips along my jaw and down to
my neck. I sighed in contentment, and for a moment I let myself
lose all train of thought while Drake ran his hands all over my
body, rubbing and caressing.

“
You’re making it hard for me to think,”
I chastised him playfully.

“
I’m sorry,” he whispered in my ear.
“It’s just … I’ve missed you.”

I chuckled lightly. “You just saw me last
night, but if it makes you feel better, I’ve missed you, too. What
do you want to do tonight? We’ve travelled all over the world and
done everything humanly possible. I guess we need to think of new
things to do.”

His eyes grew dangerously dark, the gray in
them swirling like the mist on stormy seas. He pulled me tighter
against his body, his gaze full of want and need, and it didn’t
take long to figure out where this was going to lead. He bent down,
lips almost touching mine, and murmured against them, “I think you
know what I want to do.”

I bit my lower lip, but he released it by
taking it in his mouth and sucking it, hard. I sagged in his arms,
knowing my window of opportunity to tell him the truth had just
flown away. I was falling way too fast, getting in deeper and
deeper. The more we did this, the harder it was not to tell him the
truth. How were things going to be when I saw him in person again
and told him? We’ve spent the past ten months getting to know each
other in our dreams, but would he see it as a violation into his
life, or would he welcome it? I know his wants, needs, and fears,
just like he knows mine. There isn’t another person in all the Land
of the Fae that knows each other better than we know each other.
Will things be the same when it’s all revealed?

Drake looked down at my dress and smiled. He
took a finger and lightly dipped it inside one of the straps,
touching my bare skin. It sent chills down my whole body. “You look
amazing in blue.”

Blue is his favorite color, so obviously, I
picked it out for him and he knew it. I could tell by the sly smile
on his face when he mentioned it. Drake pulled the straps of my
gown down off my shoulders, and lightly tugged it to where it
settled below my bare breasts. My chest heaved up and down with my
erratic breathing while his touches left me aching for more. He
circled his thumb over my nipple and smiled when I moaned under his
touch.

“
Drake, there’s something I need to tell
you,” I whispered.

“
What is it, beautiful?” he
asked.

I was trying to think clearly, but when he
trailed his tongue down my neck and to the mound of my breast, I
lost all train of thought. Getting on his knees, he cupped my ass
and pulled me to him so my full and heavy breasts were right in
front of him. My fingers tangled in his hair as he licked and
sucked on my nipple, biting every now and again. If it weren’t for
him holding me up, I would’ve crumbled to the floor.

Drake left my breast and kissed a path down
my stomach, sliding my dress down with him until it pooled on the
floor. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured softly.

Panting and heated to the core, I grew weak
at his words. Even his voice turned me on. He stood again, and as
determined as I was, I began to remove his clothes, not wanting to
wait any longer. His shirt and pants were gone in the blink of an
eye, and he was standing before me, naked and hard as a rock.

The expression on his face was smoldering as
he looked up and down my body. Still standing, he cupped me gently,
rubbing against my core, before slowly entering his fingers into my
slick, wet heat. Gripping him tightly, we both moaned together
feverishly while I moved against his hand. He worked his fingers
faster, and I screamed out with my orgasm, not caring how loud I
was. We were alone, just me and him, in our dream world.

Drake lifted me in his arms and carried me
to the bed, laying me down gently. “Did that feel good?” he asked,
grinning triumphantly.

“
Amazing,” I admitted wholeheartedly,
breathing hard and shuddering from the orgasm.

He climbed up on the bed and pushed my legs
apart with his knee, settling his weight lightly upon me. I moaned
in anticipation when I felt the hardness of his cock pressed
against my leg. “What is it you needed to tell me?” Drake asked
softly.

He leaned down and kissed me gently, and
opened my mouth further by sliding in his tongue. His taste was too
intoxicating, too demanding. How could I answer anything when I
could barely think? All I wanted was him, here … now … always.

Breaking away from the kiss, I answered with
a lie, “It’s not important. I can tell you later. All I want is
you, and nothing else.”

He stared at me for a second, doubting, and
when I smiled at him reassuringly he brushed it off and continued
the slow torture of my body. “Are you ready?”

To answer his question, I frantically
bestowed bruising kisses upon his lips, hoping he would get the
picture. He growled low in my ear, and with one gentle thrust he
entered me fully. Arching off the bed, I grabbed his shoulders and
wrapped my legs around his waist. We had fooled around in our
dreams, but we’d never gotten this far. There were many times when
we came close, but it never felt right until now. No matter what
happened after this, he needed to know the truth. I had to tell
him.

“
Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am
I?” he asked hesitantly.

I smiled. “I’m more than okay, and it feels
amazing.”

Moving my hips in tune with his, we settled
on a rhythm; deep and slow, yet raging with passion. His cock
pulsed inside my body, letting me know he was close. Gripping him
tighter with my legs, I moved my hips faster, spurring on my own
orgasm to explode.

“
Fucking hell … Sorcha! I’m going to
come.”

“
Keep going,” I urged him.

My orgasm was close, and the moment it
exploded through my body I arched off the bed, raking my nails down
Drake’s back as he gripped me tighter, releasing his own pleasures
inside my body. Drake collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and
still heavy between my legs. He kissed me on the lips, and I could
taste the salty dew of his sweat, reminding me how hard he worked
to pleasure my body.

“
You are amazing!” he told me, taking his
hands and placing them on the sides of my face.

“
So are you,” I answered back
breathlessly.

He stared at me for a few minutes, and when
he finally opened his mouth to speak, he slowly began to disappear.
Dammit! He couldn’t go now, not yet!

“
Sorcha, I …”

He faded away before he was able to tell me
the rest. In my heart I knew what he was going to say, or at least
what I hoped he was going to say, but in my head it was screaming
that I’d gotten in too deep. What had I done?

I bolted out of the dream when a loud knock
came from someone at my bedroom door. Groaning, I got out of bed
and stomped to the door, determined to kill whoever it was that
interrupted what had to be the most amazing dream.

“This better be good!” I yelled, opening the
door.

The person who greeted me was none other
than my pain in the ass sister, Ariella, with the biggest smirk on
her face. “My, my … look who got up on the wrong side of the bed,”
she teased.

“What do you want?” I grumbled, turning away
and heading back to the bed. Collapsing on top, I took a deep
breath. There was no way I was going to be able to get back to the
dream.

“You need to get dressed. We’re going to the
Spring Court,” she called out impatiently, throwing a bundle of
clothes at me.

Lifting my head, I spied her rummaging
through my drawers and putting clothes into my satchel. “Have the
little ones come yet?” I asked.

“Almost!” Ariella exclaimed, waving her
hands in the air. “I want to get there before they do! Now hurry
up! I have your clothes packed.”

Once Ariella left, I sat there thinking
about everything that was happening. This was going to be my chance
to see Sorcha! She had to be there, I just knew it. I got dressed
quickly and had a group of warriors prepped and ready to go in a
matter of minutes. We would arrive at the Spring Court no later
than that afternoon.

When we passed through the Spring Court
gates, Ariella galloped the rest of the way to the front of the
palace, where she abandoned her horse and scurried inside. Ashur,
Meliantha’s guardian, was standing on the steps and came to greet
me.