Page 2 of Sevan
For another, he was hiding under the Commission’s nose. If the Commission ever learned of his ancestry and that he was a supernatural, they would court-martial him and send him off to rot on an overcrowded, sparsely funded colony. That was if he found himself in good favor with them. More than likely, death would be the alternative. They’d go after his brother as well. Jordan would be exiled or put to death too. All the supernaturals they’d managed to help while wearing the Commission uniform would also be hunted. An example would be made of them all.
Now, coming upon the stage in his life where he wanted a family more than life itself, he daydreamed about his mate, what she would look like, who she might be. It was then that the dreams of Lorelei began. She was too perfect. Too beautiful. Too glorious to be real. He now looked forward to sleeping in hopes of dreaming of her. So far, in the six months since the dreams began, he and Lorelei had been together each and every night.
Focusing on his dream woman, he licked his way down her pale stomach. Sevan stopped when he reached the thin, well-maintained strip of black hair covering her mound. He parted Lorelei’s slit, revealing her pink bud, and smiled wickedly. “Baby, you’re gorgeous. The sight of you all spread out before me, makes my dick so hard that I can’t stand it.”
“Please, Sevan,” she whispered, her voice accented in a way that reminded him of footage he’d seen from Ancient Earth and the British Empire.
He couldn’t help but smile at Lorelei’s soft pleas for more. This woman his mind had created was so far beyond faultless that it was immeasurable. The idea of waking and losing even a second with her terrified him.
Inching lower, Sevan dropped his head down between her legs, torturing her tenderly with his mouth and tongue.
She slid up on the bed, doing her best to try to escape him. Knowing that she loved when he did it, Sevan continued, hooking his arms around her thighs and pulling her to him. He licked, sucked and caressed her, bringing about tiny gasps and sweet moans from her lips.
“Please,” she begged.
Sevan sucked gently. His heart beat wildly. He knew she wanted him in her, but he wanted her to come first. Her happiness meant everything to him. Of course, his need to please her was part selfish as well. When she came he was able to lick her, taste her, enjoy her cream coating his tongue as he shared in her joy, forever committing it to memory.
Sliding a hand around, he inserted a finger into her tight channel as he continued to run his tongue over her clit.
Lorelei cried out and laced her fingers in his hair. The knowledge that she was close to hitting her peak spurred him on. He increased his pace and added a second finger. The moment her legs drew together, effectively clamping his head, he knew she’d reached culmination. Her wet channel convulsed around his fingers and cream trickled freely from her. Sevan’s shaft jerked painfully, needing to find solace in her—and soon.
Crawling up the bed quickly, Sevan took hold of his rigid cock and aligned it with her heated core. He entered, instantly burying himself to the hilt. He prayed silently that the dream not end, that he not awake before he had a chance to do everything he wanted to do to her and so very much more.
Lorelei bucked beneath him, grabbing hold of his ass and pulling him to her. He increased his thrusts. Her body took hold of his, clenching his shaft as he worked in and out of her. It was heavenly. Every dream always was. It was as though Lorelei was made especially for him. His subconscious had created a woman so perfect that no woman in his waking hours could compare. Sadly enough, he doubted that even his true mate would measure up next to Lorelei and the place she’d taken in his heart.
“Do you like that, baby?” he asked, already knowing she did.
Nodding her head, Lorelei bit her lower lip and stared up at him with eyes so blue they didn’t look natural. The walls of her pussy grabbed him and held his cock as she came again. This time Sevan joined her, pushing down and locking to her tight. Unable to stop himself, Sevan gave in and emptied his seed deep within her, filling her to the point she couldn’t possibly hold it all.
Lorelei’s grip on him loosened slowly, making way for tiny caresses. She ran her hands through his hair and hugged him, giving him the reassurance he needed that she was still there. “Thank you.”
He let out a soft laugh. Normally, it was him thanking her. It had become a running joke between them. The first time he’d experienced the joy of being in her, he’d repeatedly thanked her while he fucked her. “Mmm, you are most welcome.”
“Sevan?”
He kissed her as he stared down at her, not wanting to pull out. The second her lips began to tremble, Sevan knew she was on the verge of tears. “Baby, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she murmured, her voice weak. “I don’t want to wake up and find you’re not there with me.”
For some reason, his mind enjoyed having the woman he’d invented react with the same emotions as he. His loneliness had driven him to the point that his subconscious had invented his idea of the perfect woman and allowed her to become his reality each time he shut his eyes. Sevan didn’t want to wake to find himself alone in his quarters either, his arms empty and his heart heavy. The idea of remaining in a dreamlike state for all eternity had occurred to him more than once. Seeing Lorelei teetering on the edge of tears only added to that. He wanted to remain there and comfort her. “I’ll come back.”
“How do you know you will?”
“Because I’ve come every night for almost six months, Lorelei.”
She swallowed hard. “What if the dreams just stop? What if this is our last time together?”
Hearing her voice his ultimate fear made him want to kiss her. Dropping down, he did just that, tasting her mouth as if it were the last time he’d ever be permitted to sample it. The fear of waking at any moment struck him hard and he drew back a bit. “Lorelei, I love you. Know that in case this is the last time.”
It didn’t matter that she was a figment of his imagination. He’d fallen in love with her upon first sight and his feelings had only increased. In the waking hours he tried to find a real love, someone to fill the hole in his heart, but he couldn’t even stomach the idea of touching another woman. She was all he wanted.
The stunned expression on her face was priceless. He kissed the tip of her nose and chuckled. “That wasn’t the response I was expecting.”
She touched the side of his face and locked gazes with him. “And I wasn’t expecting to fall in love with you either.”
Suddenly, it felt as though he’d been stabbed through the heart. The news of her love for him should have been joyous. Instead, it only made matters harder. He was in love with a dream. It was sick, and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop. Too many nights they’d spent together, falling into one another’s arms, making love until it was time to wake.
“Did I say something wrong?” she asked, running her hand over his bare chest.
