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DREAM UPON WAKING
by
MEGAN HART
Amber Quill Press, LLC
http://www.amberquill.com
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Dream Upon Waking
An Amber Quill Press Book
This book is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.
Amber Quill Press, LLC
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All rights reserved.
No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.
Copyright © 2003 by Megan Hart
ISBN 1-59279-117-4
Cover Art © 2003 Trace Edward Zaber
Rating: Hard-R
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Published in the United States of America
Also by Megan Hart
Convicted
Lonesome Bride
Passion Model
Playing The Game
Riverboat Bride
Dedication
For anyone who's ever dreamed,
and as ever and always for my husband David,
who makes all my dreams possible.
DREAM UPON WAKING
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In the eight years since she'd been at Somnus Keep, this was the first time Noa had been to this part of the manse. She'd followed the winding stone corridors and descended the curved stone stairways, and now she stood in front of a massive wooden door carved with all manner of designs. She'd stood before this door many times in her dreams, but the reality of it now made her heart thump fiercely in her chest.
Behind the door were the private chambers of Riordan de Cimmerian, Instructor Primus of Magical Theory and Practice. He was the most powerful magicreator in the realm. And her ahavatara. Her first lover.
She hesitated before knocking, though she'd planned this night for weeks. The time of her first flow had come and gone, and seven days had passed since the white cloth she pressed between her legs came back unstained. She'd had to wait much longer than other young women, most of whom earned the right to practice their magic by the age of ten and six. Noa was five years beyond that. The time had come to lose her virginity. After tonight, she'd not only be a woman, she'd be a full magicreator.
Still, though this moment had haunted her dreams for nearly five years, she almost turned around without knocking. She could make another choice…find another man. She'd had many offers, for she was already an accomplished user of the low magic. The loss of her maidenhead would allow her to access the high magic, and the man who broke that barrier, her ahavatara, would gain some of the power for himself.
Before she could leave, the door swung open on silent hinges. Noa took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold. The door swung shut behind her. She heard the click of a lock, engaged by invisible hands. Despite herself, she jumped.
"Are you afraid of me?"
The voice, like smoke, curled out of the dimness toward her. Noa shut her eyes against its touch on her cheek, her throat, and the twin mounds of her breasts rising beneath the cloak. When she opened them, she saw him in his chair across the room.
"No, my lord."
His next words were spoken in a voice so cold it made an instant liar out of her. "Perhaps you should be."
Noa took a step toward him and passed through the haze in the air. She murmured a clearing spell under her breath, and the dust motes hanging in the candle's flickering glow moved aside to clear her view of him. He sat in his high backed chair, a sardonic smile on the mouth she'd tasted so many times in her dreams.
"My lord." Noa bowed her head. "If you would have me fear you, I will."
A low, rumbling chuckle curled through the air toward her. "Are those the games you'd like to play then?"
Without her even knowing he'd moved, he was next to her. Riordan lifted her chin until she looked up into the depths of his black eyes. His finger stroked the line of her jaw. Noa's knees shook, but she forced herself to stand firm.
With the quickness of a snake, Riordan's hands tangled in the lengths of her upswept hair. The fullness of it tumbled from its pins to cascade down her back and over her shoulders. Vanity swelled in her for a moment at how the sight of it made him run his tongue across his lips.
Then she gasped in pain, because he'd tightened his grip in the handful of hair at the base of her neck. He pulled her head back until she stared up at him. Noa felt her knees give way, and he pushed her to the stone floor in front of him without letting go of her hair.
"Should I make you kneel before me?" he asked as calmly as though he offered her a cup of wine. "Take out my cock and have you suck it? Push you down on the floor, spread wide your legs and ram my length inside you until you scream as I burst the precious veil of your maidenhood?"
Tears sprang to her eyes, but she forced herself to say, "If it would please you to do so, my lord."
He let go of her so abruptly she fell to the stones. Her hands slid over their smooth contours. She waited for his next command. This, too, she had dreamed.
Riordan sighed. "By the teeth of Adon'ai, girl. Get to your feet. I prefer a little more expertise in those who seek my bed. Go back to your classroom to your giggling girl friends. Make eyes at some young swain who will woo you with flowers and parlor magic."
Silently, her tears of pain turning to humiliation, she shook her head. She had chosen this man. She would have him.
"No? You defy me?"
Riordan stalked a few steps from her then turned to look back. Noa risked lifting her head to meet his leveled gaze.
"You've heard the tales, haven't you?" he asked her.
She nodded and got to her feet. She stood before him, hands clasped in front of her as she'd been taught. She did not flinch when his gaze swept over her. "I don't believe everything I hear, my lord."
He ran a hand through the dark thickness of his shoulder-length hair. The strands glimmered purple, green and blue in the candlelight, a sign of his power. Sparks jumped from the tips of his fingers and lit the planes of his face.
"I don't want to bed you, girl."
Now Noa set her jaw stubbornly. "I am not a girl any longer. And I've come to claim what's mine by right."
He stared at her for so long she thought he might explode in anger. When he spoke, his voice was soft, but deadly. She'd heard it before, when a student failed at some simple task. It was the calm before the storm.
"You know the consequences, don't you?"
She nodded. "But I will attain the high magic."
"You could do that with lesser men than I." Riordan slanted a sly smile across his full mouth. "Kinder men than I."
She stepped toward him. "I want you, my lord."
Her declaration seemed to stun him. "For the love of Adon'ai, why?"
Because I love you, she wanted to whisper, but did not. The words fluttered on her lips and passed silently from her mouth to dance among the golden motes of dust. She could not tell him the truth—that she'd watched him the past five years. That she'd sat in his classes and tried to concentrate on the spells he taught and not the way his hands would feel on her skin. She could not tell him that his face haunted her dreams, and the scent of him lingered in her nostrils even after he'd passed her in the hallways.
"Because you are a good teacher," she said at last.
He slid his fingers across his mouth then
peered at her again. "And because I am the most powerful man in Somnus Keep? Because when I fuck you, you'll attain power most chits can only dream of?"
She shook her head. "I don't care about that."
"And you don't care that you'll link your soul with mine forever either?" Riordan's mouth twisted into a sneer.
I long for it, she wanted to say, but again kept silent. Noa's tongue swept along her lips in a nervous gesture, and she was rewarded when Riordan's hungry gaze fastened on her mouth. Her breath grew lighter, faster. Her breasts rose and fell beneath the weight of her cloak. She clenched her hands to keep them from trembling.
"I should turn you away," he said. "I have other occupations to fill my time this eve. I don't have time to waste on an untried girl with stars in her eyes…"
"You can't send me away. By Shalhevet's Mercy, you must take me because I am a virgin of common origin, and a magicreator. I can't afford the luxury of hiring a doxy to train me in the art of love."
"Shalhevet's Mercy?" Riordan shook his head. "Girl, that edict has not been enforced in nearly a hundred harvests. You know as well as I that you may choose your first partner from any one you like. Indeed, 'tis better if the first bond is one based on friendship or love, rather than simple attraction, because you will tithe your soul to the one who takes your virginity and gives you access to your full strength."
Noa lifted her chin. "Shalhevet's Mercy, my lord. I choose you."
Riordan went to his chair, a massive piece of furniture covered in studded velvet. The swish of his robes on the stones caressed her ears as it had so often when she sat in his classroom. Noa's nipples peaked, and warmth grew between her legs.
He expertly flicked the flowing cloth of his black cassock to prevent it from tangling as he sat. Riordan steepled his fingers under his chin and stared at her without speaking. Noa forced her back to remain stiff, though the way his eyes crawled over her cloaked form made doing so difficult. She wanted desperately to go to her knees before him to take him in her mouth as he'd so crudely offered already. The thought of it made the juncture of her thighs tingle. She bit back a sigh.
"Come here."
Could he read her mind? Noa did as she was bidden, her heart thumping like the sound of a thousand feet running on wooden floors. She kept her hands clasped in front of her, deferent, as she'd been taught.
"Get on your knees."
Oh, how many times she had longed to hear him say those words! So many times she'd dreamed of it as she touched herself in the loneliness of her narrow bed and tried to reach an ecstasy denied her. Noa slid gracefully to her knees in front of him. Her fingers pressed against the chilly stones. She could not bring herself to look at him, for fear her face would give away the intensity of her passion.
As if he could read her mind, Riordan tapped her head to make her look up. Noa felt the heat of a blush steal across her cheeks, and she couldn't stop her tongue from stealing across her lips again. Riordan made a low noise in his throat.
"Touch yourself."
Whatever command Noa had expected to hear, 'twas not that. Hesitantly, she lifted her hands to the swell of her breasts beneath her cloak. She rested her fingers there, conscious of the way her nipples nudged at the heavy fabric.
She dared not take her eyes away from his. He gazed at her with the familiar, sarcastic look she knew so well. She felt the heat on her face and between her thighs deepen. Noa bit her lip.
"Touch yourself as you do when you are alone. When you think about me."
Noa shuddered, not from fear or from cold, but from the fierce bolt of desire that shot through her. For a moment, she had to close her eyes against the way the room swam in front of her. Drops of sweat collected on her brow and at the nape of her neck, though the room was cool.
"I gave you an order, girl."
"My lord, I—"
"Question me and I'll put you from my sight. Do it."
With trembling hands, Noa spread her knees gently. The folds of her cloak fell into the space between her legs, protecting her from exposure. She touched herself through the fabric, twice.
"More."
She undid the few hooks holding the cloak closed above her knees. The fabric parted with a whisper. Noa looked down at her hands, startled to see them against the whiteness of her skin instead of the cloak's dark gray. She slid a hand inside and found the softness of her pubic bush. She stroked softly and could not stop the sigh that escaped her lips.
Her other hand kneaded the fullness of her breast then undid several of the tiny hook-and-eye closures down her chest. She slipped a hand inside there, too, and found the peak of her nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Noa stopped, uncertain of how to continue. She could feel what her body wanted. She'd spent enough nights doing these very same actions, but never with an audience.
"I did not give you leave to cease."
She gave another brief shudder that pushed the mound of her womanhood more firmly to her fingers. She moved them in a circular motion, just above what her Sexual Arts teacher called "the little man in the boat," or "the monk in the pulpit." Around, around, then a quick dip down to find the rising slickness coating her folds. All the while, her hand rolled her nipple in her fingers.
Noa's breath came short in her lungs. She bit her lip again, harder. The sensations flooding her were not new. Tonight, however, she'd achieve satisfaction instead of frustration.
Noa's magic surged inside her as it always did when she touched herself this way. The power slid through her pores and along the strands of her hair, until they stood gently on end. She heard the crackle of the magic as it flowed from her scalp and burst from the ends of her hair in sparks of violet and red.
"What do you think about when you do this?" he asked her.
"You, my lord." The words felt thick on her tongue. She expected them to slur.
"Me?" Riordan sounded quizzical. "Doing what?"
Noa's head bent lower. Her eyes fluttered, so she could glimpse her hand where it disappeared into the opening in her cloak one second, then nothing but the blackness of her lids the next. His voice stroked her as she stroked herself. "Touching me, my lord."
"Where?"
"My breasts. My thighs. Between my legs."
Faster now. Her fingers were slick with her own juice and sliding without effort over the round nodule. She thought she might feel shame at performing this intimacy in front of him, but the movements of her hands quickly swept anything but the frenzy of pleasure from her mind.
"What else?"
She took in a deep, shuddering breath. "Kissing me. Making love to me. Telling me…" She faltered at having to reveal to him her secrets. "Telling me to get on my knees before you, my lord, and to take you in my mouth."
She heard him shift in his chair and risked a glance. He wasn't looking at her. His attention seemed focused on something far away.
His voice had grown rougher. "How long have you thought these things, girl?"
"A long time, my lord." She stuttered his title as her fingers swept again over her clitoris. The muscles on the insides of her thighs jumped. The stones bit into her knees and her heels gouged the softness of her buttocks. She longed to change position, but the ecstasy that seemed only seconds away kept her in one place, afraid to disturb the rhythm.
"How long?"
She thought back, with difficulty, to the first time she'd sat in his classroom. Though his reputation was legion in Somnus Keep, until she was a third year student, she'd had no more than a passing acquaintance with him.
"Since I was ten and six, my lord. Since I first sat in your classroom. I am one and twenty now."
"Five years?"
Noa paused in her movements. Beneath her fingertips her clitoris pulsed in time to the beat of her heart. Exquisite pleasure-pain radiated from that spot, tempting her to press lightly, then slip her fingers down to probe her opening.
"Yes, my lord."
"Sweet stars." Riordan put both hands to his face for a moment.
/> The haze of Noa's arousal hung in the air between them. It was a pale gold color, tinged with pink edging to red. She could have whispered another clearing spell, but chose instead to watch the aura undulate with her growing sexual excitement.
"When do you think these things?"
She thought of long afternoons watching his hands demonstrate how to work the low and the high magic, the hands she longed to feel against her flesh. She thought of evenings in the older students' lounge, watching him play at Quaites or arguing magical theory with students bold enough to risk his acerbity. Meals in which she'd scarce eaten a bite because she'd had the fortune to sit in view of the teacher's table, where she could watch him eat and talk with the rest of the Somnus Keep faculty. And of course, the nights when her dreams had filled with his face, his voice, his scent.
"All the time, my lord."
"Tell me again what you imagined."
She looked to see if he mocked her, but saw no sign of anything but curiosity. "I imagined you licking me. Touching me."
"Fucking you?"
"Yes!"
"Tell me something, sweetling. Are you going to come yet?"
Noa's drowsy lidded gaze snapped wide open. "I want to. You know I can't."
She wanted to weep with the unfairness of it. Normal people—those who lacked the nature forces that made her a magicreator worthy of Somnus Keep—could achieve sexual satisfaction at their leisure. Only because her menstrual flow was tied to the potential strength of her magic had she been denied release for so long.
Noa felt tears hot at the back of her eyes. What a picture she must make. Her hair had tangled over her shoulders. Her cloak gaped open, barely concealing her nakedness. She pulled her hands from their actions and clutched them in her lap.