Chapter 5

Vasile’s POV

My feet moved silently over the campus sidewalk. Most of the campus was already in their dorms for the night, preparing for the first day of school. Something I had yet to do, but for now my focus was on the silver haired girl who would help me exact my revenge.

As I walked my brain worked to figure out how I would be able to get what I needed tonight. A dream walk seemed like the best route. Once I was in her dream, I could enter her subconscious and gather the information I needed.

My body was drawn along a path created by the pull on my soul by Cadella’s. Her soul was strong, easily leading me to her. I hoped her strength wouldn’t make my task too hard, I had to get information tonight, or else my plan would be delayed-something I wouldn’t stand for.

Dark shadows started to swirl around me as I came to a stop across a small grassy area that butted up against the tree line. I smiled as the familiar cool mist rose around me, hiding me from anyone who may wander back here. My position gave me a perfect view inside of her window.

Line of sight wasn’t needed to enter her dreams, but it would strengthen the connection. The shadows rose until I knew I wasn’t visible, letting me relax against the rough bark of the tree behind me. I smiled as I saw Cadella’s form through the window.

I watched as she piled her silver hair on top of her head in a messy nest. My lips curved into a smile as she pulled back her blankets and climbed into bed. She was wearing a tank top and shorts that displayed her curves to me. A body that fueled my desires and inspired me to play a little dirty in her dream tonight.

Forcing my magic across the narrow span of campus to her room I felt my smile grow. Tonight, I was going to be able to play with her, make her the mouse for my well laid trap. A final quick glance around me reassured me that I was alone, but I thickened the dark shadows that moved around me just in case.

Closing my eyes, I waited for her mind to open as she fell asleep. Only a few moments passed before a hard tug in my chest told me she was asleep. I forced myself to wait on the border of her dream to see where she had taken us. A laugh threatened to escape me as I took in the beach bungalow and then her form stretched out in a lounge chair in front of it.

She was already practically naked for me. I slowly approached her taking in the tiny black bikini top that hid her breasts from me. Breasts that I knew, even without touching, would fill my hands perfectly. I reached down and adjusted myself in my pants. I had to focus.

Tonight, I wasn’t here for my pleasure. I needed to start drawing Cadella in, making her comfortable with me. I needed to find information that I could use to make her trust me quickly.

Yet my eyes wandered down over her unblemished pale skin. The black of the bikini made her fair skin more inviting, like it was just begging me to sink my fangs into her. My gum line started to burn as my fangs started to descend at the thought.

“I can feel you staring at me.” Her musical voice drifted to my ears, pulling me out of my feeding fantasy.

I shook my head and forced my fangs back into their hiding place.

“Yes, well you are captivating, little mouse.” I grinned as her nose scrunched the nickname.

“I hate when you call me that.” She grumbled, but she kept her eyes shut and didn’t move.

“Well, I think it’s perfect for you.” I grinned as I sat on the edge of her lounge chair at her hip.

Her small hand automatically moved to my thigh; her touch warm. I wanted more of it. Without thinking I leaned against her legs, bracing myself with my hand on the other side of the chair so I hovered over her torso.

I let my gaze drift down her chest, taking in how her nipples pebbled to harden peaks beneath the bikini top. My grip tightened on the hot metal frame of the chair as I stopped myself from reaching out and touching them. The desire and need that was starting to build in me shocked me.

No, I didn't need her. I couldn’t fall into a trap of desire; she was the pawn, and I was in charge.

She wouldn’t be my weakness. I would never again allow a woman to make me weak, to be able to betray me like before. I had to keep focused on my mission. Find her weaknesses, her likes and dislikes, so that when we met while awake, I could sway her more easily.

My gift was strong, but as I tried to direct the conversation, I found her resisting me. This little woman was somehow blocking me, my powers struggled to work against her. How could she be this strong?

I moved away from her touch, clearing my mind as the sound of waves crashing on the sand filled the silence that settled around us. She whimpered when she couldn’t find me. Before she could move, I climbed on the chaise between her legs.

My hand trailed lightly up her leg as moved forward and settled between her legs. She sighed and spread them wider, accommodating to fit my large frame. My fingers caught on the cloth that covered her, dragging it up as I continued my path.

The higher the fabric rose the stronger the sweet smell of her arousal became. I loved that she wanted this much as I did. My lips turned downward at that thought as a spark of anger lit in my chest. I shouldn’t want this, want her.

“Please.” She whimpered; her eyes still closed.

A sudden desire to hear her cry my name instead of the anonymous plea pulsed through me. Maybe instead of fighting this I could enjoy it. Just for tonight, this dream.

Cadella brought my focus back to her as she flexed her hips against my own, covering me in her intoxicating scent. Yes, tonight I would enjoy this and see what I could learn. I’d use her desire against her.

I roughly shoved two of my fingers into her slick channel. She grunted in surprise, but it was soon followed by a pleasurable moan. I worked her body until I started to feel her clench around my fingers. Then I stilled inside her.

She tried to thrust her hips onto me, but my other hand stilled her movements.

“Please,” She whimpered.

“Relax into me,” I coaxed, speaking more to her subconscious than her body.

I bent my fingers still buried in her warmth, so they hooked up into her softness. Slowly, I drew them back over the spongy area. She cried out in pleasure as I scraped back and for a few strokes.

“Let me in.” I prompted as they stilled.

“Please, please,” She begged.

“Please what?” I growled.

“Let me come, please.” She pleaded, trying to rock her hips despite my grasp.

“Let go and relax and I’ll let you.” I teased her again with a single stroke of my fingers.

She gasped, her head lifted, her eyes so light blue they were almost white met my own. Hunger, desire, need flickered across her face. I grinned as I held her gaze, pleased with how fast she’d become so desperate for me.

I pushed harder at the walls that were starting to give under my effort. Memories and images flooded my mind as I achieved my goal. I was in, able to see her desires and dreams.

“Good girl, little mouse.” I grinned and increased my pace, bringing her to her orgasm quickly.

I slowed my pace allowing her to come back down after she clenched my fingers in her release. Her body relaxed; a small groan pulled from her lips as I withdrew from inside her. I kissed the inside of her thigh, pleased I got what I came for.

As I stood, she opened her eyes enough to see me.

“You’re leaving? What about you?” She asked, lazily reaching a handout to me.

“Another night, tonight was for you. Seeing you come apart was more than enough to keep me satisfied for now.” I smiled but hated how much truth there was in my statement.

She pouted but closed her eyes again.

“Sleep little mouse, we’ll meet each other soon.” I grinned as I withdrew from her mind.