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River of Time: Dreamwalker
by Gabrina Garza

Category: Erotica/Paranormal Erotica/Dark Fantasy
Description: He is a half-man, half-god, the son of Thor and a mortal woman. From a world long forgotten, Erik Thorsson was saved from certain death, and now the man who can enter his wife's deepest, most intimate dreams or darkest nightmares faces danger once more. When a nocturnal threat becomes flesh and blood, Erik feels his new bride pulling away from him. Can a man born a thousand years ago save his independent, career-minded lover? Or will the wolf that stalks her claim her as its mate--and finally end Erik's life? Genres: Fantasy / Dark Fantasy / Shapeshifter / Werewolf / Time Travel / BDSM (Light) / Series
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, 2007
eBookwise Release Date: November 2007


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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [145 KB]
Words: 32290
Reading time: 92-129 min.

"4 out of 5! ... Ms. Garza did a great job and I liked the approach she used ... the story [was] interesting and lively. I loved the interaction between Storm and Erik."--Robin S., My Book Cravings.com

He pressed her body to his, his hand running the length of her spine. She reached up and caressed the amulet, reassuring herself that she was with her husband before she rubbed her belly against his body, feeling his arousal through his clothes.

When she reached for him, he pulled her hand away. "I can't concentrate."

She nodded, feeling a twinge of disappointment that quickly vanished when he kissed her fingertips.

"My attention is only on you," he murmured as his hands smoothed along her sides and belly.

She could barely breathe as he sat her at the end of the bed and knelt before her. She watched him, mesmerized by knowing that this powerful, masculine being was hers for the rest of her life.

He pulled her shirt over her head and caressed her shoulders and chest, kissing her where her bra strap fell. He kneaded her breasts, teasing her nipples into hardened peaks as his mouth trailed wet, fiery kisses along her throat.

She inhaled sharply through her mouth as her bra fell away and he captured her nipple between his lips, his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh.

With her hands tangled in his hair, she felt herself growing closer and closer to the edge, wanting him to explore her further.

Knowing her as he did, he trailed kisses in a lazy path down her ribs and thighs, whispering how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her.

"The moment I saw you by the fire, I knew I'd make love to you for the rest of my life," he said, wiggling her out of her jeans.

Her legs spread wider, and she gasped for breath as he pulled her white panties aside and ran his finger along her damp cleft. With each feathery caress he sent shivers of pleasure through her body, but it wasn't enough.

She knew he took pleasure in drawing out sweet torture. He kissed her intimately with his smooth, warm lips, driving her mad with a need for release but never giving her what she wanted. In every aspect of their lives he gave into her, always putting her before himself, but when the lights went out, he savored her, enjoyed every minute of their private lives.

This night would be no different. His soft beard tickled the insides of her thighs, made her groan as she felt his breaths on her, his tongue probing her. Each groan turned louder until she could barely breathe, her body open to him, her muscles tense as he teased her with short, light strokes, licking and sucking her closer and closer to climax.

Erik glanced up into her eyes as he kissed below her belly button, his fingers caressing her parted thighs. He showed her the amulet still hanging around his neck before his tongue delved agonizingly slow into her, swirling around her swollen clit, lapping up her essence as she grew increasingly aroused.

Storm threw back her head and gripped the sheets, the coil building so tightly that she could barely stand it. His tongue lapped her, flicking past his lips in precise moves that made her legs shake. As she edged ever nearer, he paused, taking her throbbing clit into his mouth and sucking gently, making her moan and writhe.

"I need to come," she panted between breaths.

"You will," he promised, blowing cool air on her swollen flesh.

"Now, Erik."

Obediently he pleasured her faster, his tongue swirling around her clit and stroking it back and forth. With three fingers he plunged into her waiting pussy, filled her until she shook, her damp hair plastered to her forehead, her nipples hard and begging to be touched. Turning his hand, he pressed his thumb to her tight little hole and massaged, drawing slow circles on the puckered flesh until he entered her in a different way and filled her completely.

She risked a glance down her body, saw him there between her thighs eating her out and groaning as he tasted her.

"Suck me," she whispered, her voice trembling, her body and soul under his spell. She could only hope for mercy and wonder if she'd somehow missed a Norse goddess of orgasms.

He fit his lips around her engorged clit and sucked her hard, the stimulation driving her over the edge. Her body spasmed from head to toe as pleasure flooded her mind. She had no idea how loudly she screamed his name, how hard she bucked against him. Only sensation mattered and he made her feel more than she'd ever thought possible. Tears formed in the backs of her eyes, his touch leaving her helpless and overwhelmed. She needed him more than ever.

Erik caressed her belly, kissing the insides of her thighs as she smiled in pure ecstasy and came down from climax knowing he hadn't experienced what she'd felt.

"I want to touch you," she whispered, grasping his hand. "I need to touch you."

Without a word, he covered her with a blanket and rose to his feet.

"Erik?" she questioned, lifting her head. The buildup dissipated, left her empty and unsatisfied. He'd never left her like that before.

"Don't scream," he said calmly.

A shadow appeared through the bedroom window. Storm's lips parted, but she felt Erik's hand grip hers, reminding her that he was still beside her and that this was only a vision.

In her mind she saw him stand with his back against the wall so that the shadow didn't see him. He brought his finger to his lips, telling her to stay quiet. With a nod, Storm braced herself, curled her fingers around the sheets.

The bedroom window creaked open and her gaze flitted around the room, fear consuming her. The wolf's head appeared through the window, yellow eyes trained on her face. She felt herself shudder, but managed not to scream as the beast sniffed the air.

"Mine," he growled, claws gripping the windowsill.

Before the beast entered through the window it paused, its canine face contorting. With a roar of displeasure it started to turn, but Erik grabbed it by the throat and dragged the half-man, half-beast closer.

"What do you want with my wife?"

Storm gasped, fear stealing her voice. She wanted to run downstairs and grab one of the guns from the cabinet, but she couldn't leave Erik, much less manage to move her legs.

The beast stared past Erik, its eyes passing from her to her dresser before it swiped and missed, slicing through Erik's arm. Releasing the creature, Erik slammed the window shut and locked it.

Storm's eyes popped open as she sat up in bed, her heart racing, her palms sweaty and trembling. Tears came at once, a rush of emotion she hadn't expected.

"It could have ripped your arm off." She sobbed. "Don't ever do that again."

"Better me than you."

"Don't say that."

Erik held her close, running his hand along her back. "You did well."

She swore under her breath and curled up closer to him. "Now what?" she asked once she caught her breath.

Erik shook his head. He stood, plucked her wedding ring from the dresser and pressed it into the palm of her hand. "Now I wait for my father to return."

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