All in the Chemistry [The Royal Wolves 4] (Siren Publishing Allure) Read Online Free

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    Her eyes closed as she shook her head but she nuzzled against him and the feel of his stubbly cheeks against hers made her heart pound in need. The dancers surrounding them were a blur, only he was in sharp focus. She couldn’t speak, her voice would give her away so she danced with him, allowing her body to touch and caress against his as much as possible. It was the most amazing dream she was having, to be held in his arms, dancing close and tightly as she was. She knew it was a dream, it would forever be a dream because one, he didn’t dance, two, he didn’t like her in the least and three, no one was ever attracted to her. Even as Missy, men weren’t attracted to her, sure she had them wanting to fuck and leave her but not the kind of attraction she was desperate for, the kind that would allow her to find a real and true love.
    Frustrated by her silence Kristof kept them moving in the slow dance of the waltz around the floor, keeping her as tight against him as he could. He was trying to imprint her body to his, to remember her from the dreams and take the memory into real life. He’d find her, somehow he’d find her there. Dropping little kisses along her throat and over her cheeks, he teased the edge of her mask as he moved over her face. His eyes were closed, knowing full well that while they were in control of the dream they didn’t need to worry about running into anything or anyone. Finding her mouth he used his tongue along the seam, asking, begging for entrance. When she finally allowed him in, he took full advantage and stormed the gates so to speak. Moaning against her lips, the sound travelling from him to her, he teased and tasted her, desperate for something tangible to hold to.
    She kissed him in sweet abandon, even in her dreams he was something else, something incredible and more than real life. Her hands moved to caress his hair, digging deep and holding onto him with all she had inside of her. The moan escaped her lips and poured into him, the sound of honey her voice was rich and deep with urgent need.
    Growling softly at her rich taste, he drank her down as he pulled her even closer, his fingers biting into her waist for a moment before he slid a hand down to cup her ass, pressing her against him.
    When she pulled back from him, she turned her head to the side, allowing him to touch and kiss her neck. With her head turned to the side, she opened her eyes and gazed around her and saw her paintings. The one she had just finished of him was on the dance floor, a spot light on it even as velvet ropes surrounded it. She had yet to sign it, but there it was.
    Closing her eyes again she shook her head and in the smallest of whispers said, “Please don’t see it.” Her dream Kristof couldn’t see that she was painting him, she would be devastated to hear his ridicule.
    Lifting his head at her voice, so soft and throaty, he frowned. “See what, little one?” he asked even as he turned his head to look where she was. Stunned at the painting he straightened, pulling her with him before walking to it slowly. Reaching out he stopped himself with his fingers hovering just over the painted representation of his face and blinked. “How?” he asked softly looking at her and was shocked to see the paleness of her face blanch even more. “It’s lovely, little one, but how?” he asked with confusion, it couldn’t be something she just conjured up, there was too much emotion coming from it and from her surrounding it.
    Her face turned down, she couldn’t let him see her but she whispered softly, even over the music her voice carried. “Because I know you.” She stepped back from him, she had to wake up, this dream was becoming more than she could deal with. Her subconscious was forcing her to accept her attraction to Kristof and she wasn’t sure that she was really ready for it. “I have to wake up now, Kristof,” she whispered softly and raised a hand even as she