No, you wouldn't have. The ability passes from mother to daughter and too many dream weavers never find the special man strong enough to mate with her. The man I called da, well he wasn't. My true da died before I was born. I think that is why he treated me the way he did, I was no true kin to him."Chal had to force himself to pay attention to her words when all he truly wanted to do was make love to her. His need for her was so incredibly strong that he found himself nodding and sliding his hands up and over her breasts. They were small but firm, her nipples hard and erect. Those rosy peaks were big, sitting high upon her soft skin. He could feel himself salivate."I want to taste you."Bliss shivered at the thought. "Yes." She moaned and her head fell back as he wasted no time. His mouth feasted upon her flesh and suckled upon her nipples. He nibbled upon the taut nubs until she was limp across his arm. Her breath panted from lungs that seemed oxygen starved. "Chal!""I want to fuc

It couldn't be you. You don't look old enough to vote." He reached out and took her hand in his. "So are you telling me that your kind has some kind of psychic ability? That you know what will happen before it actually does?""Not always, Chal. But if it happens to someone we care about, we are capable to change things just enough to protect that person. You knew a dream weaver then and she loved you very much, enough that she was able to cast that dream and give you that feeling to keep you off that train." She lifted her glass again and took another small sip. "Now do you understand?""I'm not sure," he answered and a chuckle escaped his beautiful mouth. "It's all kind of spinning in here right now.""Well, you're part vampire, part incubus. That's a very strange combination as well.""And you speak like none of this is out of the realm of possibility. So which one of us should be more amazed?""I know what I am, and I've seen a lot. The man you took me from, he was a real monster.

Chal met the gaze of each of the men and added a touch of mind control to send them on their way. Only one man tried to fight him but an extra harsh glance made him move as well. He stood where he was until they'd left the garden, then he hurried toward his home, anxious to get to BlissHis first idea that anything was wrong was the french doors. They stood wide open. "Bliss!" He moved inside carefully. He could smell her scent but there was something else as well. A stranger's scent, but one he was slightly familiar with. "Garret." Celesta and the men had been nothing but a smoke screen to keep him away from the house so that Garret could come in and snatch Bliss from under his nose. He hurried further into the house. "Rodney? Giselle?"Giselle helped a limping Rodney into the hall. "They took her sir. We tried, but...""I know. Rodney, are you okay?" He forced himself to not scream at the man. This was his own fault and no one else."I shall be fine, sir. It was G...""Garret, yes I

She had tried all the buttons when Garret had followed Celesta out of the car but they didn't work. There'd been heated words between the two of them. Les had cried and stomped her foot so hard on the ground, her expensive shoes had lost a heel. She picked up the heel and threw it as hard as she could. "You'll regret this, Garret! You wait, you'll see! Then I'll laugh at you and turn my back on you!!"Garret didn't look back. He slipped back in the back of the car and slammed the door behind him. "The mountains now, James."The reply was an affirmative and Bliss felt her heart sink. She was alone in the back of the car with Garret. What would he do to her next?Garret spread his long legs out in front of him and got comfortable. He took hold of Bliss's arm and pulled her to sit between them. If she relaxed, she could cuddle up against his legs. She was surrounded by him. The thought made her nauseous. She pulled back, or at least as far back as he would let her."What do you want from

Garret shook her. "Shut up! If I wanted you to speak, I'd tell you what to say!" He pressed the knife so that its sharp blade indented the flesh of her neck. A single drop of blood dripped from that blade. With a gleam in his eyes, he ran his hand from her waist to her breasts, caressing her nipple through the gown. "She likes this," he jeered, as if trying to provoke Chal's temper. He pulled at the gown and ripped it further until her nipple was exposed and he tweaked at it, causing her to jerk away from his groping hands. He yanked her back again and thrust his hips against the softness of her buttocks. "Tell him how much you like it, bitch. Tell him how much you want me. Tell him that you want to stay with me and be mine."A flush of shame suffused her face as her nipple grew hard under the onslaught of his fingers. In a clearly awful exchange, he moved one hand down to her naked pussy. She tried to jerk away then but he wouldn't allow it. It might have been that last lash of his f