Rath came to her again that night, his body aching for her even as his mind forced his driving libido to stay calm. It was his duty to watch over her, to protect her, and he wasn't a vampire who took his obligations lightly. The sheer need he had for her couldn't be allowed to interfere with the promise he'd made to Abram; Eve had already been touched by one of the dark Lamius, and he knew that she was in more danger now than she'd ever been. He had to try to stay objective, keeping himself one step away from her in order to keep her safe.
Silently, he gazed down at her sleeping form with glittering blue eyes and saw the way the sheets clung to her lush curves. He knew she was naked again. He could smell her in the air, the muskiness of her body heat, the warm fullness that was strictly her own. Her soap, a delicate lilac scent, drifted and mixed with her natural aroma. He'd never been one to become aroused by a woman's pheromones, but something about Eve struck him in the solar plexus -- and the groin. He knew in that moment that all his good intentions were only as strong as wet tissue paper when faced with the beauty that was Evelina.
Almost reluctantly he reached out, paused in hesitation, then allowed his long fingers to stroke her thick, curling hair. She purred softly and turned her face toward his palm, cuddling against his hand as she sighed in something that could only be described as sexual arousal. Suddenly more curious than he knew he should be, he focused closely on her features and realized she had a distinct flush to her cheeks. An erotic dream, he thought, smiling wolfishly.
Unable to help himself, he slowly let his mind sink into hers, all the while justifying his behavior by believing he was only keeping the dark Lamius at bay.
The moment her dream materialized, Alrik felt himself instantly harden. They were in her bedroom, the walls flickering with only the light from the fireplace. She was on her bed, naked, positioned on all fours as she heaved and whimpered. Her breasts bounced in the age old rhythm of hard sex, her skin glistening with sweat as she begged for more from the shadow behind her.
Never before had Rath found the sight of a man covering a woman more than vaguely arousing; he'd always preferred to be the one with his cock pounding in and out of the woman's body. But this, much like her scent, was somehow different and a turn on in the highest degree. Eve was glorious in her position, her nipples hard, her lips parted, with her hair cascading around her shoulders. She was utterly magnificent in the throes of scalding passion.
Intrigued, he moved closer to the bed as the phantom lover spoke.
"Evelina..."
Alrik stopped, startled. His voice...she was dreaming of his voice. If she didn't recognize him in the waking world, she at least knew him in her sleep, where her mind was free to know the truth. His cock hardened to pure steel as he realized he was watching Eve fuck him.
Her glazed eyes moved to his figure, and he suddenly remembered, too late, that he'd forgotten to meld into the shadows of her dream. Her blazing amber eyes sized him like a huntress would her prey, holding him frozen to the spot.
As he watched, mesmerized, she licked her pouting lips and rasped out, "Please."
He knew immediately what she was asking of him and didn't hesitate. In less than a heartbeat, he was nude and striding toward her. When he reached the gauze curtained bed, he locked his gaze with hers, his dick jumping as her moans strengthened and her body continued to move.
