Immortal Unchained(88)

Smiling crookedly, Sarita nodded and slipped out to tiptoe back to her own room, leaving Domitian to explain things to Thorne. She didn't know if it was his taking some of her blood or not, but she was so exhausted that Sarita didn't bother to strip off her borrowed clothes or even crawl under the sheet and duvet. She simply dropped onto the bed, asleep almost before her head hit the pillow.




 

 



The moment Domitian woke up, he knew he'd messed up. He'd only lain down for a minute, intending to wait half an hour or so to be sure Sarita was sleeping before slipping out to make his way through the jungle to the big house. His thinking had been that he'd rather take the risk of making the attempt in daylight than take Sarita with him and put her at risk. Fortunately, after he'd explained everything to Thorne, the man had agreed to help by making sure the cameras were out along the back of the house so he could slip into the woods that way. Trying to go the way he and Sarita had approached the house before dawn this morning would have left him visible to Dressler's goon on the beach now that the sun had risen.

Unfortunately, the swim last night had left him exhausted and the little bit of blood he'd taken from Sarita before Thorne had knocked him away from her hadn't been enough to make much of a dent in his appetite. He'd dozed off and the moment that had happened he'd been lost.

Sitting up, Domitian ran a hand through his hair and then rubbed the base of his neck. Shared dreams were common among life mates. While this was his first experience with the phenomenon, he'd heard about them. They never happened when the mates were together and had made love, but when they were near and hadn't sated their needs, the dreams often kicked in.

He'd been told that both parties contributed to the dream whether consciously or unconsciously, and either party could change the dream's setting and what was happening at the drop of a hat. He'd heard that the dreams were hot and all consuming, but differed in that there was no loss of consciousness after sex in the dreams, probably because they weren't conscious to begin with. He'd also been told that, in a way, they could be better than actual life mate sex because the overwhelming need that made life mate sex so fast and frantic was lessened, and life mates could often do those things they never got the chance to do while conscious.

Domitian had found all that he'd heard to be true. He'd apparently joined Sarita in a dream she was already having when he'd fallen asleep. He'd found himself standing on the edge of an outdoor skating rink, watching her whirl and whiz around the ice, leaping and spinning. From the reports he'd received, he knew she'd taken skating for several years after moving to Canada and had watched with fascination, wondering if she could actually perform the moves in real life. It was something he'd have to ask her, he'd thought and then she'd spotted him and stopped to stare with surprise.

As he'd walked toward her, Domitian had consciously changed the setting. By the time he'd taken her into his arms, they were in a wooden lodge with a fire burning to keep them warm and a soft fur rug where he could lay her back and do all the things he never got the chance to do when in the grip of life mate urgency. Of course, Sarita had soon turned the tables on him and he'd found himself tied to a bed while she'd driven him wild with her beautiful mouth and hands, and then his chains were gone and he'd rolled her beneath him and made slow, passionate love to her. And so the day had passed, with him lost in dreams of being in Sarita's arms. 

Getting out of bed, Domitian headed out of the room, relieved to see that the door to Sarita's room was closed. Hoping that meant that she was still sleeping, he moved silently down the stairs.

"You're awake."

Domitian stepped off the stairs and glanced toward Thorne as the other man appeared in the kitchen doorway.

"I was afraid it would be Sarita and you'd have missed your chance," he said dryly.

"She is not up yet then?" Domitian asked with relief. She'd been in his dreams right up until he'd opened his eyes, but might have woken up at the same time and slipped down before him.

"No," Thorne said and then glanced toward the ceiling and said, "but I suspect it won't be long before she is."

"What makes you say that?" Domitian asked with a frown.

"Because she was moaning and groaning like crazy all day, but has finally gone silent. I suspect that means she'll be up and about soon too." He glanced back to Domitian and considered his expression briefly before saying, "You both were. It alarmed the ladies. Maria went up to check on Sarita several times and said she was thrashing around and hollering fit to die and the nightmares she was suffering must be horrible." He quirked an eyebrow. "She made me check on you too. Didn't look to me like you were having a nightmare."