Octavia's Time [The Klawinken] (Siren Publishing Allure) by Natalie Rosewood Page B

air had helped to clear her head.
    She began to undress, leaving her clothes where they fell. She stood before her mirror naked. She watched her fingers touch her breasts and pull on her nipples. She spread her legs wider and closed her eyes. She tried to imagine Mathieu’s hands on her body, but she couldn’t seem to focus on his face. Finally, frustrated by her inability to overcome her alcohol consumption, she turned out her bedside lamp and crawled under the covers. She barely felt her head hit the pillow before she floated through cool air that created goose bumps all over her body. She could hear music playing and a breathy, male falsetto voice that was singing a song that had a familiar ring to it.
    When she was able to open her eyes, she was on her back in the center of a huge bed that was covered in black silk sheets. They felt so smooth and soft. It amazed her how vivid her dreams were, from the texture of the sheets to the starlit sky and moonlight that illuminated the room through the open window next to the bed. She could even smell the salty sea air that told her she was near the ocean. She had always loved the beach, especially at night, so it made sense that she would want to be near it in her dreams.
    Surprisingly, she found herself unbound. In every dream she could remember, she had been restrained and blindfolded. She looked around, expecting Mathieu to walk into the room. He had told her that he had dreamed of her, but would he still come to her like this, now that they had mated. In his anger, possibly this was the only way he could satisfy his need for her right now. She felt herself blushing.
    “You look quite lovely with a blush on your face.”
    She looked in the direction of the deep, silky voice and stared as the man moved from the shadows and walked into the moonlight to reveal himself in all is naked splendor. The man whose eyes now held hers sparkled with amusement as her eyes widened in surprise. He was not Mathieu. He looked nothing like Mathieu. In contrast, he had an olive complexion, long, black hair to his shoulders, and dark eyes that that were framed with even-darker lashes. He stood taller, his muscled body bigger in every way than Mathieu’s. She forced herself to look away from his large erection and back into his heavily lashed dark-brown eyes.
    It took her a moment, but when recognition hit her, her jaw dropped. This wasn’t just any man standing naked before her. This was Tobias Morgan, lead singer and songwriter for the group Naked Dreamer. He had been voted sexiest man alive in a number of magazines and had won at least five Grammys. She had always been a fan of his music, and like thousands of other girls, had been subject to a teenage crush that involved buying his CDs and posters, but she could never remember dreaming about him like this before.
    His eyes never left hers. They held her to him as tightly as he could have with his arms. “Do you enjoy being naked in my bed?”
    “Your bed, my dream.” She smiled up into those mesmerizing eyes that made her whole body tingle . For once, I’m not going to fight what my subconscious wishes to give me. I’m going to let myself enjoy this dream.
    Smiling, he threw his head back and laughed. “Oh, my sweet Octavia….you really think you’re dreaming, don’t you?”
    “I am dreaming, and I’m obviously getting to a point where I can manipulate my dreams in ways I had no idea I was capable of. I’m going to have to remember exactly what kind of wine I drank tonight.” She giggled.
    “That, my sweet, should not be repeated and certainly not with that creep. Mathieu arrived just in time. It’s just as well. I wouldn’t have been so forgiving.”
    “You know about that.” Of course he knows. It’s your own subconscious that’s feeding him his lines.
    “How I know is something you’ll come to find out in time. For now, show me how you can manipulate your dream.”
    “Well, Tobias.” She grinned, glad he was