Rakshasa Book I, Part #2: Aurora Read Free

gave him a firm squeeze with my thighs, tracing my heel up and down his lower back. Ishan kissed at my neck, his hands holding me close, and I wiggled down till my face was almost against him. He continued to work his hips, pushing himself in and out of me, his body thumping against mine.
    I closed my eyes, just for a moment, drinking in the feelings. I dragged my fingernails up Ishan’s back, gently scratching against his skin, breathing in the beautiful scent of the hill through my nose.
    “Harder,” I urged him, rolling my hips needfully below him, and he obliged; his body thumped against me, his warm skin bumping against mine. Ishan panted softly, breathing through his nose, gripping me with his hands. I slid my hands around his shoulders, giving them both a firm squeeze, then cupped his cheeks. I brought his lips to mine and kissed him; it was as though electric current passed between us as they met and I tilted my head slightly, kissing at him with eager need.
    The hill around us exploded into life. The wind swirled around us and the sky above me became brighter, more vibrant, as the sun’s glow bathed the entire area in a soft, fuzzy radiance. The clouds evaporated, leaving only the most brilliant sapphire-blue sky.
    My body felt electrified. Ishan’s movements became erratic, but faster, and I gripped him tighter. “Don’t stop,” I implored, kissing over his face, my thumb tracing over his cheek. I bounced back against each of his motions, panting softly, and I felt the end begin. I closed my eyes, expecting the natural surroundings of the dream world to continue their dramatic surge, but things became too dark.
    I opened my eyes. The world was beginning to darken. Above me, the moon was crossing over the sun. It happened every time, and only I could see it. All our dreams ended this way.
    “Ishan… the eclipse. It’s coming…!”
    And so was I. And he, too, I could sense it. Waves of pleasure washed over me, and as the world grew dark I roared into the gloom, denying the end of the dream, celebrating our shared pleasure.
    The light faded, and the gunshot woke me from my sleep.

    *****
    Where the dream world was a peaceful and serene moment on top of a brilliantly lit hilltop, the real world was an uncomfortably cold bed and a faint, lingering pain in my left arm. I forced my eyes open.
    I was in a dimly lit section of a cave. Faintly glowing electric lanterns hung from the ceiling, hanging from hooks driven into the stone. The bed I was sleeping on was sitting straight onto the stone ground, something that struck me as intensely odd. I was covered in a thin blanket which did little to keep out the southern cold.
    Sitting, I swooned slightly, feeling lightheaded. The world seemed slow and dull, like I’d been drugged. I held my arm up in front of my face, struggling to see in the gloom. It was as it was; dark skin, unmarked. Not a scratch upon it.
    “Feeling better?” came a voice. It was clearly a woman’s, but deeper than it should have been, throaty and purring. It rolled like a stone coming down a mountain. Further down the cave, towards the gloom, I could see a pair of bright green eyes and the outline of a face.
    Strangely, I wasn’t afraid. “I don’t know,” I answered truthfully, “To be honest I feel pretty rotten. Am I supposed to feel so nauseous?”
    “You lost a lot of blood,” the stranger said, “and we had to give you something to make you sleep. Because of what we are, it takes powerful drugs to force us to slumber, and powerful drugs have equally powerful side effects.”
    I frowned, blinking away the fuzziness from my eyes. “I thought I was fairly asleep already. I remember fainting in my apartment—”
    “People move in their sleep,” she interrupted, “and so do Rakshasa. But when a person moves, it’s just a person. A Rakshasa has claws and teeth and is much stronger. They can be dangerous, even as fledglings. We had to make sure you were still while we moved you.