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So did the cock rising under the loincloth of the male alien who held me. Fuck, I was going to be raped in my dream. Whose mind made up shit like that?
As if he was worried I’d fall, he tightened his arms around me and rested his chin on the top of my head. He was warm and he smelled amazing, like leather and a spice I was unfamiliar with but would crave for the rest of my life. This would fit with a dream. I’d always had a thing for sci-fi romance, let alone blue alien guys, the ice ones. That must be why my mind had taken me in this direction while I was asleep.
Talk about a fantasy feeling incredibly real, though.
The rocking motion smoothed me, and I bit back a yawn. My eyelids drooped, but I snapped them open once more, taking in the scruffy dark purple trees growing along the wide path where the crystal beast galloped.
After suppressing another yawn, I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I dropped into sleep within my sleep . . .
In my next dream, someone carried me with so much gentleness it made my heart ache. They stopped walking, saying something in a guttural voice, and chatter erupted around us in the same language. Someone touched my arm and their voice got louder.
I couldn’t make myself wake up.
When the person holding me started walking again, I slipped into another lovely dream where the yummy smelling alien male laid me on a bed of furs. Now this was a true fantasy of mine. Normally, I’d be appalled by the thought of lying on dead animal skins. In a dream? Why not?
I was jostled back and forth, and my arms tugged in a couple of directions before I was covered with yet another fur. I snuggled down into the softness, breathing in the light scent of fresh air and flowers, and luxuriated in how amazing the furs felt against my bare skin.
In reality, I’d be horrified to think fuzzy animals had died to create my bedding, but this was a dream. Might as well savor the rich feeling, knowing I’d wake up to simple blankets.
A cool draft of air sliced down my spine, but even that couldn’t drag me out of the wonder I floated in.
Until a warm body snuggled into my back and pressed his cocks against my ass.
His hand landed on my breast, and he rolled the nipple.
I shrieked and sat up, staring down at the alien from my dream—nightmare!
Scrambling away from him, I burst from the big bed, staggering across a smooth surface. I grabbed the first thing I found to cover my naked body—a strip of leather lying on the floor. It wasn’t wide enough to cover my breasts unless I scrunched them together.
Something scraped and a light bloomed.
I got my first, second, no, make that third look at . . . my bedmate.
Heaven help me, but this wasn’t a dream.
Realizing what I clutched against my front, I held it away from my body, grimacing. “This is your loincloth.”
“It is,” he said softly, one side of his thick brow ridge lifting in a sardonic manner. His impossibly Caribbean-blue eyes gleamed with humor, which riled me up even more.
“Dirty or clean?” I bit out.
He shrugged. “Why should I care?”
Shit, I was trapped in a . . . I peered around. Trapped in a round two-story blue crystal structure topped with white that appeared about twenty feet across. A crystal yurt, that’s what it was.
Anyway. I was trapped inside this odd place with a big, too-appealing alien guy who, like every other man I’d met, tossed his clothes on the floor whether they were clean or dirty. As if the cleaning lady—who would not be me—would come by, scoop them up, and “magically” return them to his bureau as clean as they were before he wore them.
No bureau in sight.
Since his dubious loincloth was all I had to cover myself with, I stretched it across the front of my body.
“Leave me alone,” I snarled.
He sat up, giving me a look of confusion. “But you’re my crystal-given mate.” He gestured to the luxurious furs he lay on. “Come back to bed, my pretty one, and I’ll plant our first youngling in your belly.”
A feeling I couldn’t define coiled around my spine. Whatever it was sent warm tendrils to my core. As if I wanted to have a kid with this guy? Never.
“You’re not a dream.” I shook my head, hoping that would clear my mind. “I should be in my apartment, kicking myself out of bed and straggling into the kitchen to eat something appropriate for breakfast. Like tacos.”
