Forever Our Ever (14 page)

“Hard of hearing?”

“Those who can’t speak with the dead, my dear.”

“Can you see me, or do you just sense where I am?”

He ripped off another bite of chicken. “I see shimmers of your movement. You are quite effervescent, like a crystal in the sun. Your beauty tells me about your spirit rather than your actual appearance. Your life energy is quite radiant. It also tells me that you have natural abilities that have never been tapped.”

“Like what?”

“I’m not sure, but you have the energy of a sun goddess. Have Kris look it up for you. He is alpha and has access to all the old records.”

Kris frowned. “What old records?”

“The ones in the vault beneath the podium. There is a door beneath your seat, and the same key opens it as opens the shackles. I don’t believe that your father even knew about them, but I’m entrusting them to you. I believe that you will use them wisely. A wise alpha is one who is well informed for the good of the clan. He must have an open mind, as you certainly do.” He chomped off the last bit of chicken and smacked his lips. “That was a meal fit for a king. Now, I have a witch to find.”

He dropped the bare bone into the trash and, taking a moment to pick a bit a food out of his back teeth, Silva turned and strolled out the door.

Ever curled into Liam’s arms, the sweet, slightly musky smell of his body intoxicating. “You smell so good.”

He frowned. “You have no scent at all. It is kind of weird. What do I want you to smell like?”

“Remember that honeysuckle shampoo I used to have?”

“Oh yeah. I remember that.” Inhaling deeply, he smiled. “I can smell that.” Liam pushed her onto her back and stuck his nose in her hair. Sniffing, he groaned loudly. “Yummy.”

She giggled and he crawled over her, crushing her lips as he kissed her. Liam could be very gentle or equally as harsh. In this dream, he was being sweet and funny. Liam had a very versatile personality. His fingers thrust into her hair, scraping her scalp with his nails as he encircled her tongue. Backing off slightly, he stared at her face, thrilling her with the simple intensity of his beautiful light-blue eyes. They were werewolf eyes, deep and watery, so she felt as if she was falling into the deep abyss of his gaze. “Damn you are hot, sweets.”

“You’re not too shabby yourself, my amazing were.”

“I’m amazing? Kris is amazing. I’m just the brother.”

The comment was flabbergasting. “Liam!”

“That didn’t come out quite right. It sounded very bitter, didn’t it?”

“Yes, very much so.”

“I was actually kidding around. I’m really not jealous of Kris. I don’t want the position any more than he does. I’m quite happy being free. If I want to take off to shoot a new book, I’m free to do so. Well…I was free. I could never leave you or my daughter, or the boys for that matter. I love all of you too much. Maybe I can do a book on trees or the animals of this reserve. I can write science fiction with a real twist if I want to. It would probably be a bestseller.”

Giggling, she shook her head. “It very possibly might. Any particular subject matter in mind?”

“You.”

Ever threw her arm over her eyes. “I’ve become science fiction now?”

“I can make it erotic romance and throw in some sex. Let’s make a few chapters.” He slid downward, cupping her breast with his palm and drawing it to his mouth. Ever’s giggles instantly ended as he nipped and sucked upon her nipple. It felt so good, as if he had something warm and fuzzy on his tongue. Her eyes drifted closed with the odd but wondrous sensation as the feel of his mouth changed. She had no idea what he was doing, but he was stroking her skin with silky, wet heat. Small whimpers flowed from deep in her throat, her pussy flashing and flickering with quickly escalating desire. She could feel the wetness building, her clit throbbing softly as he continued to torment her.

His tongue trailed down her breast, over her ribs, and then he wove a wet snakelike line back and forth over her body until he reached her belly button and stuck his tongue into it. Ever curled her back into the mattress. She hated when he did that. It sent an odd ticklish spike up into her brain. Liam laughed and continued downward. His hands were on her, his nails dragging along her skin to follow his mouth downward. It was creating wonderful tendrils of spiraling heat that seemed to roll down her body until it collected in her pussy and exploded like sparks off a burning sparkler. It was hot and wonderful, making her crazy, so she brought her hips up into the heavy feel of his body.

He leaned his head back, grinning at her and then pushing his tongue upward and over the outside of his top lip. Liam licked downward, sucking his tongue into his mouth in a vibrant threat of things to come.

Ever giggled. She loved it when he tormented her with his tongue. Liam had such a talented tongue. His head sank into the recess of her upper thighs and he pushed her legs wide and then upward toward her stomach. Ever sat up slightly, grabbed her ankles, and then rolled back to her back. Liam and Kris had spent a good portion of the morning flexing and bending and stretching all the various muscles and joints in her body. It didn’t really make her any more flexible in her spirit form, but it was inspirational nonetheless. It gave Liam open access so he could keep his complete concentration on what he was doing.

She heard an odd zipping sound and then he peeled back the left side of her outer pussy lips and applied something to her skin. Liam then stuck it to her inner thigh, pulling both pieces of skin taut. He did it again lower down toward her cunt opening and then put a third one higher up to completely expose her clit. It was an odd sensation, tight and somewhat pinchy. “What is that, Liam?”

“Dick tape.”

“What?” she asked, laughing.

“Okay, duct tape. It’s bright pink with little dicks on it. They say it will hold anything. I figured, what the hell? It would hold your pussy wide and save me the trouble.”

She was hysterical as Liam held up the roll of tape so she could see the little dicks. He was really an ass.

He ignored her humor and taped the other side. Ever was glad that it was a dream, because in real life it would hurt like hell when he peeled it off. Her laughter came to an abrupt stop as he thrust his curled tongue into her cunt, twisting and flicking it directly against her inner spot. His finger swished up and down, back and forth and then in a dramatic circle over her pulsing clit, her hips rocking upward despite the motion tearing at the tape. Even in the dream, it hurt. She made a point to take a second to make the hair disappear from the outer skin so it wouldn’t get torn out. Getting waxed in the middle of climax would be rather dramatic.

Liam’s tongue seem to grow longer and thicker, filling her, probing the inner nerves with thrust and wiggles that would be impossible in reality. He was making the most of the dream, and it was amazing. Ever gritted her teeth, gasping for air as her inner body snapped and popped with sensation. It was a true fantasy experience, but she wanted to come and it was not happening. His tongue thrashed and rolled inside her, his finger stroking and slipping around and over her wet, swollen globe. Ever was squirming and gasping for air. “Oh, Liam. You are making me insane.”

“I know.” He was suddenly hovering over her, the muscles in her chest flexing as he lowered his body onto hers. His cock slipped between her pussy lips, spreading the muscles as if it was much bigger than normal. Ever felt completely stuffed, and when he began to rock his hips, she felt that he had made other alterations. Tiny, soft spikes had grown on his skin and they swayed and shifted with each movement of his body.

Her cunt was so hot and wet, her back arching, her hips rising into his body. Ever felt as if a soggy inferno was raging within her. The more he moved, the hotter it got, the wild flames growing and shimmering within her muscles. Her pussy seized his hard flesh, crushing the tiny protrusions, so when they released, the spikes sprung back out to twang against her inner nerves. It was the most outrageous thing she had ever felt, but still her soggy pussy wouldn’t reach completion. She slapped at his shoulder. “What are you doing? I’m going to lose my mind.”

Liam chuckled and slammed into her, his dick sinking into the deepest depths of her canal. He leaned on one hand, putting the other one up before her eyes and snapping his fingers.

It hit like a raging tsunami, wave after wave of crushing force taking her by storm. Tremors of glorious sensation were everywhere, her toes curling as she grabbed the blankets beneath her, squeezing them so hard her fingers began to cramp. A howl billowed from her throat, Liam joining in the sound to fill the dream with the echo of wildness. It seemed to go on forever and then slowly fade into the satiated bliss of aftermath.

Liam sank onto her chest, taking her cheeks in his palms and kissing her rampantly. His love was overwhelming and complete and in the dream. She could feel it as a tangible force around her.

* * * *

“Have you fucking fed her while I was gone? Are you are so focused on this bullshit illusion that her spirit is floating around that you are going to let her body die because you are starving her to death?”

Kris groaned guiltily. He hadn’t even through about feeding her. He wasn’t really sure of how to do it, anyway. Mick had insisted on handling it himself and Kris hadn’t felt like arguing with him about it. “Maybe you would like to show me how to give her food?”

“I would if someone hadn’t eaten the balanced, enriched venison stew that I cooked up for her. It’s gone. Any idea who ate it?”

“It was probably Silva. Pippin let him raid the refrigerator. I didn’t know that you had cooked something special for Ever. Maybe you should have mentioned it to me.”

“Yeah, to the lifeless lump who doesn’t even bothering to get up and take a shower. I’m glad to see that you have found new life with your illusion, but reality still exists.”

Mick was right, but he was also being a completely narrow-minded ass. “I’m sorry that I didn’t feed her. Her spirit is not an illusion, Mick. Liam and I have both felt her and spoken with her. She can join us in dreams. That is why Liam is sleeping, so he can be with her. When he wakes up, I will go to sleep to be with her next. We need to keep her spirit happy so she doesn’t fade into the gray abyss again. Next time she might not be able to get out, and then she will die.”

Glaring at him, Mick shook his head and walked out. Kris had no idea what to say to make his brother believe. It would be so much easier if each one of them slept eight hours. Then it would cover the entire day and night, and Ever wouldn’t be sitting silently in the chair by herself for two four-hour stints. Liam planned to sleep as long as possible, and he planned the same thing. The problem was that Ever said even in the dream, they would eventually fall asleep and then she would get bored.

Getting up, he went to look at the babies. They were quiet and content in their cradle, four tiny angels curled up against one another for comfort. They had grown in just the few days since they had come home. It was normal that they would progress faster now that they were drinking their mother’s milk.

Kris had worried that they would bond with the other women and reject Ever. Instead, they smiled at her spirit like she was the most beautiful thing in their world. For them to shift and howl at her was a show of love and respect. They were calling her home with words that couldn’t be spoken by their tiny lips. They had brought her spirit back to him and his brothers, and soon she would be whole again. If Tella’s request was high, he would still pay it. There was nothing more precious than the woman who owned his heart, and he would give anything to have her back.

Liam heard the doorbell ring and frowned. He glanced at the clock and saw that it was two a.m. “Who the fuck is at the door at this hour? If it’s Mick, I’m going to shoot him.” Mick had been disappearing, only coming back three times a day to pump the brown mush that was supposed to be easily digestible food into Ever’s stomach. Kris could do it, but Mick had asked him not to. Liam supposed that Mick felt as if he was doing his part to keep Ever alive.

Mick was the one who was losing out because he refused to believe that Ever’s spirit was staying with her body. She had tried to touch him to make him feel her, but Mick said that he felt nothing. She had grabbed his face and tried to speak with him, but Mick didn’t seem to hear her and it hadn’t made him sleepy. They had speculated that maybe only those who accepted her presence could be touched by her. It seemed as logical as anything else lately.

Liam trudged to the door and opened it. Silva stood on the other side with a willowy woman. She had outrageously long, silver hair and was dressed in a robe bearing a myriad of symbols upon it. She gazed at him and it sent chills up his spine, his hackles rising even though he wasn’t in wolf form.

“Are you going to invite us in, Liam?”

“Have you suddenly turned into a vampire, Silva?”

Silva chuckled at this comment. “No. Still a were, but considering the hour, I thought it polite to ask permission.”

“I presume this is Tella?”

Tella smiled, but the woman still gave him the creeps. “You presume correctly. Silva tells me that you have a displaced spirit that needs help to get back into her flesh.”

Liam nodded wearily. “Come in. I will go see if I can wake Kris and Ever.”

Silva frowned. “Spirits don’t sleep.”

“No. But Ever is with Kris while he is sleeping, and to get her attention, you have to wake him up.”

“Interesting,” commented Silva as he walked into the house and headed for the bedroom. He gazed around the room and then flicked on the light. “Ever is actually lying on the bed, as a part of her body.” He walked over, shaking Kris. “Time to get up, sleeping beauty.”

Kris glared at him, obviously upset about being woken up. The dreams with Ever had a physical result, and wet dreams were the name of the game. Luckily for Kris, Liam had thrown the quilt over his lower body so at least his hard-on wasn’t exposed. Kris leaned up on his elbows. “Silva.”