As soon as she"d fallen asleep, he had felt her soothing presence calling out to him.Determined, he had fought it as long as he could.
But in the end, it had been futile.
He"d come here against his will. Against his common sense. His body, even though it healed a hundred times faster than a human"s, was still sore and aching from his punishment. It reminded him of the high cost he would have to pay again should anyone learn where he was.
She placed her hand on his arm. V"Aidan closed his eyes as pain swept through him. His arms were so incredibly sore, but not even the agony of his wounds could conceal the hot, intense shiver he felt at her touch.
"Come." She slid her hand down his arm to capture his hand in hers. He stared in amazement at their fingers laced together. And he tried not to feel just how soothing her touch was against his skin. How much he wanted to strip her clothes from her and make love to her for the rest of eternity.
"Let me show you," she said.
He allowed her to lead him down the porch steps and across the yard to an old barn. As they walked hand in hand, her imagination stunned him. Her dream was so vivid and vibrant. He"d never visited anyone who had created something so wonderfully detailed.
She released his hand to open the well-oiled doors of the barn and show him where three horses rested inside stalls.
V"Aidan watched her toss a horse blanket over the back of a pinto, then lead it to him. It amazed him that the horse didn"t shriek at his scent. Never before had an animal tolerated his presence in a dream.
But the brown-and-white pinto seemed completely at ease with him. That spoke volumes about how much power her mind held.
"Have you ever ridden?" she asked.
"No."
She showed him how to mount the horse; then she climbed up to ride in front of him. V"Aidan held on to her waist as she kicked the horse into a gallop and they rode through the fields.
The feel of the animal under him, with her in his arms as they rode, washed over him. He felt so strangely free and almost human.
She rode him out to a lake where they dismounted and the horse vanished into a brown cloud of smoke.
Erin sat on the gra.s.s and started picking wildflowers to weave into a crown. Enchanted, he watched her hands blend the stems together into an intricate piece that bore little resemblance to a simple headdress.
While she worked, he drew her back against his chest so that he could hold her.
Just for a little while.
"You are so incredibly creative," he said. "This place is so... you," he finished. And it was. Bright, friendly, welcoming. It was everything good.
Everything Erin.
She laughed happily and the sound of it brought a foreign comfort to his chest. "Not really."
"Yes, you are." It was what had made him seek her out originally. "Why do you suppress your creativity?"
She shrugged.V"Aidan leaned his cheek against her brown hair and traced circles on her stomach with his hand. "Tell me."
Erin had never been the kind of person to confide in others, and yet she found herself telling V"Aidan things she"d never told another soul. "I always wanted to be creative, but I was never any good at it."
"You are."
"No. I tried to play the flute as a girl, and I remember when they were holding auditions for junior high school I went to play my scales and couldn"t hit any of the lower notes."
"You were nervous."
"I was untalented."
She felt V"Aidan"s breath on her neck as he nuzzled her gently. Heat coursed through her, tightening her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
What was it about his touch that set her on fire? And the more she felt of his touch, the more she wanted him.
"I"ll bet you would make a great artist."
Erin smiled at him and the confidence he had in her abilities. It was a nice change of pace. "I can"t draw a straight line with a ruler."
He kissed her then. Deep and pa.s.sionately. His tongue brushed against her lips, sending waves of desire spiraling through her. She moaned against his mouth, cupping his head as needful desire coursed through her.
He nipped her lips. "Maybe you should be a writer."
"That I most certainly can"t do."
"Why?"
"I get sick at the thought of it."
He frowned. "Why?"
Erin glanced away as she remembered that horrible day. "I was in college and I wanted to be a writer so badly that I could taste it. In order to major in creative writing, we had to submit our best piece of fiction. So I came up with a short story idea that I thought was great and really different. I worked and reworked it until I was sure it was perfect. I submitted the whole packet to the head of the department and then waited to hear back."
She swallowed as she remembered how she"d learned of the professor"s decision. "The Literary Journal came out a few weeks later, and in it were all the short stories from the students who were being admitted."
"You weren"t in it?"
Her stomach tightened. "I was in it, all right. She had chosen my story to highlight what not to do if you ever wanted to be taken seriously as a writer. She ridiculed every aspect of my story."
His arms tightened around her.
"You can"t imagine how humiliated I was. I swore I would never again do anything creative. That I would never put that much of myself into anything to be mocked for it."
Tears stung her eyes and she would have cried had V"Aidan not leaned her head back and run his tongue under her chin to her throat. His body soothed the pain away and she moaned at how good he felt. How safe he made her dreams.
"Why is this so important to you, that I be creative?" she asked.
He pulled back and gave her a hard stare. "Because it"s your repressed creativity that is drawing out the Skoti. If you will release it, they will have no fodder for your nightmares."
That sounded wonderful until she thought about it. "And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"If the Skoti are gone, will you be gone, too?"
He looked away and she saw the truth of it. Her heart ached at the thought of him never coming to her again. Even though they had just met, she needed him. Liked the way he protected her. Touched her.
As a shy only child she"d lived her life with only a few friends and even fewer boyfriends. She"d never really been close to anyone. Yet she felt bonded somehow to V"Aidan. Felt a connection, a need to be with him.
"I don"t want you to leave me."
V"Aidan"s heart lurched at the words no one had ever uttered to him before. He was only used to people trying to drive him away.
She leaned back against his shoulder so that she could look up at him and touch his face.
She was so beautiful there. "Why do you desire my company?" he asked.
"Because you"re a champion."
"No, I"m not."
"Yes, you are. You saved me from the Skoti."
He swallowed at that. "If you ever saw the real me, you would hate me."
"How could I?"
He closed his eyes as memories surged through him. This dream with her, it was an illusion. There was no truth to it. What he heard, what they felt... all formless delusions.
And yet he wanted it to be real. For the first time in his life, he wanted something true.
He wanted Erin.
"You don"t even know what I am," he whispered.
"Yes, I do. You"re an Oneroi. You defend people from their nightmares."
V"Aidan frowned. It had been a long time since anyone knew of that term. "How do you know about the Oneroi?"
"Someone told me about them earlier today and I did some research after I got home. I know lots of things about you now."
"Such as?"
"That you can"t feel any emotions whatsoever. But I don"t believe that one."
"You don"t?"
"No. You"re too gentle."V"Aidan was stunned by her words. Gentleness was something he had never thought to hear applied to him. Hypnos would laugh himself into a hernia at the thought.
"Hey," she said suddenly. "Let"s do something I have always wanted to do but never had the guts."
"What?"
She looked over at the lake in front of them. "Let"s skinny-dip." Before he could answer, she shot to her feet and pulled her top off.
His breath caught in his throat as he stared at her bared b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Her nipples were hard and he swore he could already taste them. His body on fire, he took a step toward her and halted only as he felt the pain of his wounds lance up his back. If he undressed, she would see the wounds. See what they had done to him. And he never wanted her to know of it.
"You go," he said. "I want to watch you."
Erin didn"t know where she found the courage to undress while he watched. She"d never been so bold in real life. Yet in her dream she didn"t mind. In truth she liked the hot, l.u.s.tful look on his face as she stripped her jeans and panties off and headed for the water.
V"Aidan watched her swim. Watched the water lapping against her bare skin. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s glistened in the light as she floated on her back, and he could see the moist tangle of curls between her legs.
He ached to go to her and spread her legs until he could...
He turned away then.
"V"Aidan?"
The concern in her voice tore through him. He had to leave her.
Unable to stand it, he ran through the forest, ignoring the agony of his body. It was nothing compared to what lay in his heart.
Suddenly he felt himself changing. He saw his hands losing their human form. Felt the burning sensation of his skin as his flesh transformed...
"V"Aidan?"
His heart pounding, he knew he couldn"t stay. Not without her finding out the truth.
Closing his eyes, he teleported out of her dream.
CHAPTER 4
Erin woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. Groaning out loud, she rolled over to answer it.
It was Chrissy. "Hiyas, chick. How are you enjoying your morning off?"
She would be enjoying it a whole lot more if someone hadn"t interrupted her dream while she was trying to find V"Aidan so that she could strip him naked and drag him into the water with her.
"It"s okay," Erin said, stifling her agitation.
"Did I wake you?"
"Yes, you did."
"Oh, I"m sorry. Were you having another nightmare?"Erin smiled at the memory. "No, not a nightmare."