Dreams of Fate
There are more to dreams than meets the eye...
When Alisha, Queen of the elves, meets Lord Tarmo in the dead of the night, she recognizes him as the man who has plagued her dreams. Soon, she discovers that he too has been dreaming with her. The problem is that Tarmo is a vampire.
Afraid of the power Tarmo holds over her body, Alisha does not want to believe that their dreams are visions of destiny. But once they touch, neither can deny the passion that binds them for all time...
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When Alisha, Queen of the elves, meets Lord Tarmo in the dead of the night, she recognizes him as the man who has plagued her dreams. Soon, she discovers that he too has been dreaming with her. The problem is that Tarmo is a vampire.
Afraid of the power Tarmo holds over her body, Alisha does not want to believe that their dreams are visions of destiny. But once they touch, neither can deny the passion that binds them for all time...
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Alisha fretted. She repeatedly wrapped the lace ribbon of her bodice around her index finger and tried not to tap her toes on the stone floor. It was worrying that any man would come see her at this late hour, but it was even more unnerving that her visitor was a lord of the forest of Mainyu.
The forest was part of her kingdom; it marked the borders, but she knew, as her Elven ancestors had known, that her people would never rule over those who inhabited it. It was a free land. It was a doomed land. It was the land of the dead and of creatures beyond imagination. No one ventured there during the night. Rumor had it that dangers lurked in every corner, from shape shifters to witches. But what the people feared most were the vampires, beings who looked like men but could rip out your throat, drink your blood, and swallow your soul into damnation.
“My lady, he has arrived.”
Alisha jumped up at the voice of her advisor. She cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress. She took in a deep breath, set her face into a determined mask, and nodded. Her advisor signaled, and two young pages threw open the double doors to her throne room.
A single man walked in. More than six feet tall, he strode into the room with confidence. He was dressed in black from head to toe. A hood hid his features, and Alisha sat up straighter, her body tense, ready to act should it seem necessary. What did he have to hide? A chilly gust of wind swept inside, and she shivered. Candles blew out and curtains fluttered as the stranger stepped in front of her. He lowered his hood and bowed.
As the lights were rekindled, Alisha took in the man before her. A pale white face with deep blue eyes full of recognition stared back at her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart beat so fast she thought she would faint. She gripped the arms of her chair until her knuckles turned white and she could feel the wood digging into her skin. She knew the man as if he’d been by her side all her life. Yet she had only seen him in dreams, until now.
No words came to mind, only images: hands entwined, kisses in the dark, his lush mouth lavishing attention on her neck, imprinting his essence on her soul. His fingertips brushing her breasts, her hands entwined in his hair while he feasted on her body. She on her knees relishing the taste of his manhood while he groaned. Him inside her, his cock pumping into her while she cried with delight.
The forest was part of her kingdom; it marked the borders, but she knew, as her Elven ancestors had known, that her people would never rule over those who inhabited it. It was a free land. It was a doomed land. It was the land of the dead and of creatures beyond imagination. No one ventured there during the night. Rumor had it that dangers lurked in every corner, from shape shifters to witches. But what the people feared most were the vampires, beings who looked like men but could rip out your throat, drink your blood, and swallow your soul into damnation.
“My lady, he has arrived.”
Alisha jumped up at the voice of her advisor. She cleared her throat and wiped her sweaty hands on her dress. She took in a deep breath, set her face into a determined mask, and nodded. Her advisor signaled, and two young pages threw open the double doors to her throne room.
A single man walked in. More than six feet tall, he strode into the room with confidence. He was dressed in black from head to toe. A hood hid his features, and Alisha sat up straighter, her body tense, ready to act should it seem necessary. What did he have to hide? A chilly gust of wind swept inside, and she shivered. Candles blew out and curtains fluttered as the stranger stepped in front of her. He lowered his hood and bowed.
As the lights were rekindled, Alisha took in the man before her. A pale white face with deep blue eyes full of recognition stared back at her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and her heart beat so fast she thought she would faint. She gripped the arms of her chair until her knuckles turned white and she could feel the wood digging into her skin. She knew the man as if he’d been by her side all her life. Yet she had only seen him in dreams, until now.
No words came to mind, only images: hands entwined, kisses in the dark, his lush mouth lavishing attention on her neck, imprinting his essence on her soul. His fingertips brushing her breasts, her hands entwined in his hair while he feasted on her body. She on her knees relishing the taste of his manhood while he groaned. Him inside her, his cock pumping into her while she cried with delight.
