But she would have him too.
Planting her feet on the ground, she shoved her hips upward. The fullness inside her bordered on pain, but it felt incredibly good. He was so large and hot and alive, more real than dream.
Kellsie paused for a moment, uncertainty eating at her. She nibbled her bottom lip as she studied his face. His eyes were heavy lidded, his lips parted on a low snarl. He was feral and wild, something more than a man. His hair brushed his massive shoulders and his eyes seemed to glow in the moonlight filtering in through the cave opening.
“More.” He ground his hips against her, circling them. Each rotation moved him closer to his goal. Sweat rolled down his temples.
He reached between her thighs and stroked her clit with his thumb. The shock reverberated throughout her body. Moaning, she stared up at him, wondering if she’d survive his lovemaking. It was so intense and overwhelming.
It’s a dream, she reminded herself.
Marko pulled Kellsie tight against his groin and groaned, a sound half pleasure and half pain. While the fit was snug, he was finally seated to the hilt. He throbbed within her, causing mini ripples to roll up and down her channel.
Kellsie was just getting used to the feeling when he pulled back slightly and surged inward again. Forget the fact that she’d just orgasmed, she was primed and ready again. It should have been impossible. She’d never been a multiple-orgasm gal before, not even in the privacy of her own home with her battery-operated boyfriend.
A dream?
It didn’t feel like one. And, if she was being honest with herself, it never really had. It was all too raw and real and…frightening. Marko was touching her to depths no other man had, and not just physically. There was a connection between them that defied logic and reason. He filled her heart, made her wish for things she’d never had, like a real home and someone to share it with.
For a woman who shied away from commitment, who feared losing herself in a relationship, it was terrifying. “Marko.” She said his name, not quite sure what, if anything she wanted to say to him.
She was having sex with a man she’d just met, a man who might very well be an immortal warrior. After all, she’d seen him turn into a bear before her very eyes. And if she wasn’t drugged and this wasn’t a dream, then that left only one alternative—it was real. He was real.
She should stop him, but she didn’t want to. Not now. Not when she was experiencing the best lovemaking of her entire life.
Oblivious to her internal turmoil, he continued to thrust in and out, his strokes getting harder and faster. He reached down, gathered her into his arms and sat back. The motion displayed his incredible strength and drove him even deeper into her tight channel.
Kellsie’s gasp quickly turned to a whimper as Marko lowered his head and buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. He raked sharp teeth over her skin, sending a shiver of delight down her spine. She clutched at his shoulders, his hair, never wanting him to stop.
She rocked her hips, moving up and down to help him. Not that he seemed to need it. His strength knew no bounds. He handled her as if she weighed nothing.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the ride, concentrating on each and every sensation that raced through her body and over her skin. The cool night breeze was a welcome contrast to the heat between them. Goose bumps raced down her arms even as a bead of sweat trickled down her temple.
His hands were firm on her hips as he lifted and lowered her over his cock. He pulled almost all the way out before filling her once again. Every nerve ending in her body was screaming for release.
The tiny flutters in her channel were the first indication she was close. Marko’s hands were everywhere, running up and down her spine, shaping her butt as he took them both to the brink, at the back of her head holding her steady as he kissed her. It was if he had to touch her everywhere.
She stroked his biceps, his pectorals, marveling at the slabs of muscles, his thick neck, his broad shoulders. She could feel him growing even larger within her. His movements were frantic, and she clutched at him, holding on to the only secure thing in this wild, crazy ride.
He roared out her name as he came hard and fast. She felt the blast of wet heat inside her and then she was coming. Tilting back her head, she arched her hips into him and cried out. The release went on and on until she feared she’d pass out.
Out of strength, she fell forward, allowing him to support her. His arms banded around her, holding her close. His heart pounded against hers and she smiled as she buried her face in the curve of his neck, nuzzling his warm, salty skin.
Gradually, her breathing slowed and her heartbeat returned to normal. The sounds of the night penetrated the haze of sexual satisfaction that enveloped her, making her very aware they were in a cave in the middle of the forest. Marko rubbed her back, his palm making small circles against her skin. It was comforting. Nice. Not something she expected after such hot sex.
She leaned back and smiled at him. “Boy, if this was a dream, I really wouldn’t want to wake up.”
In the blink of an eye, the mood changed. The indulgent lover was gone, replaced by the warrior. He narrowed his gaze, studying her until she began to feel uncomfortable. His cock was still pulsing deep in her core, causing minor spasms to rock her. She wasn’t ready for a conversation, but that didn’t stop Marko.
“How long are you going to deny the truth?”
Defensively, she crossed her arms over her chest and tried to get off him. He simply tightened his hold on her, anchoring her on his lap.
“Your truth, you mean.” But she knew she could not deny the truth any longer. This was something beyond her reality.
A man did not become a bear. Not unless there were hallucinatory drugs involved. And she didn’t feel drugged. She felt fine, but maybe she only thought she was fine.
God, she was making herself nuts trying to reason all this out.
Marko sighed and carefully lifted her off his lap. She sucked in a breath as his penis withdrew. He wasn’t quite hard but he wasn’t exactly flaccid yet either. The thick erection dragged over her sensitive core sending spasms of delight through her. She chewed on her bottom lip to keep from begging him not to leave her.
He lay back on their makeshift bed, tugging her down beside him. Tenderly, he brushed a long, blonde lock away from her face. “Kellsie, no matter how much you wish this was a dream, it is real. I am a warrior of the Lady of the Beasts, imprisoned by Hades thousands of years ago. You have freed me and have become part of this ancient battle for power.”
She shivered, the night air suddenly cold. It chilled her skin and penetrated her soul. She remembered her dream and the man she never saw, the one with the suave, slick voice that gave her the heebie-jeebies. She really didn’t want to believe Hades had invaded her dreams, but she was beginning to believe he had.
Marko held her closer, rubbing his hands over her shoulders and arms, sharing his body heat with her. “Everything will be okay.”
She shook her head. “If what you’re saying is true, then you can’t guarantee that.” And what was she thinking to even entertain the idea that this was real? A realist, that’s what. The cold air, the hard cave floor, the man before her, who she’d seen only in a dream before now, it was all very real.
Kellsie pushed away from Marko’s warm embrace and sat. She pulled her legs up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It would be too easy to depend on Marko. He appeared to be everything the other men in her life hadn’t been—dependable, strong, someone she could count on. Appeared was the keyword though. When push came to shove, he’d do what was best for him. It was what everyone did.
She supposed she was no different in that respect.