Lovers of her Dreams

By Julia Talbot

Savannah doesn't want to believe in magic, even when she knows it exists. So even though she keeps having incredibly sexy dreams about two beautiful men, she tries to ignore them. At least until she wakes up one morning with a new tattoo and no way to account for it. She turns to her hot neighbor Tim for help, since he knows a tattoo artist who might be able to explain. Tim and Ryder are more than buddies, though. They're the lovers who have been invading Savannah's dreams.

Werewolf Ryder and dream walker Tim have wanted Savannah since she moved in next door. They desire her enough that Tim can't stay out of her dreams, and Ryder is marking her in their sleep. With their lust out of control, they need to find a way to help bring out Savannah's magical side, and draw her into their loving circle without driving her away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Turtlehat Creatives
• Release date: Jul 17, 2021
• ISBN: 9781942831716

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Chapter One

Come on, girl. I know you want it

She moaned as solid heat pressed against her back, fingers bracketing her leather-clad hips. He was right; she was aching for it.

Needing his cock, pushing up into her, filling her while that tongue worked her clit, making her thighs shake.

Savannah reached up, her fingers twining in the soft ribbons that dangled from the ceiling. The silky strands curled around her wrists, tightened, stretching her out for the men, for those hungry mouths, those calloused fingers.

Tell us. This voice was different—softer, darker, less raw, more sure.

I want it. Please, y’all. Touch me.

Fingers touched her suddenly bared breast, drawing toward her achingly hard nipples, making promises that threatened to make her knees weak.

We’re going to mark you, Savannah, touch you deep inside. She fought to see, the room so dark, even as she nodded.

Strong fingers wrapped around her nipples, even as a stubbled jaw scratched down her belly, fingers working her leather pants open, rolling them down over her thighs. Blunt nails teased her flesh, the air chilly, making her goosepimple up.

Going to shave you, girl. Her curls were pulled, tugged. Gonna make you bare for my tongue.

Our tongues. You’re sharing that sweet pussy, boy. Oh. Oh, fuck. That was hot, the banter between the dominant man and the more subby one.

Sharing, sure, but I’m first. I’m going to taste her come on my lips.

The fingers at her nipples squeezed, pinched and rolled, and she cried out, the sound of his answering rumble sliding down her spine. Her legs were bared, draped over his shoulders. She cried out, frightened for a second that she’d fall, but both men and the ribbons held her up, supported her.

Shh. Shh, baby. Trust us. We got you. His hands were warm, leaving her breasts, sliding down to her hips, wrapping around her ass as a hot tongue slid up along her slit, dragging on her folds.

Then the tongue slapped her clit, lightning shooting up her spine.

She bucked, pushing up into the touch, desperate to feel it, again and again.

Oh, damn, honey. Do that again. She loved the feel of his breath on her shoulder, the brush of his beard stubble on her skin while another mouth slid over her pussy.

Mmmhmm. Lips wrapped around her clit, the suction steady, wicked, pulling deep in her belly.

Her arms tensed, her body lifting up, sliding her cunt over his lips.

The pull intensified, and she wanted them—wanted their cocks slamming into her, filling her up. Wanted them inside. A deep growl—less human than animal—sounded behind her and, she would have tensed, but the pressure at her clit increased, the fingers working her cunt pushed harder, faster, driving her higher.

She tossed her head, trying to figure out how to move, how to get them to give her what she wanted.

You’re ours. Teeth scraped over her shoulder blade, burning, and it only made her cunt ache more.

Yes. Anything. Please.

She begs so pretty, doesn’t she?

The answer was a deep, low rumble around her clit. It made her toes curl up so hard her legs threatened to cramp.

Come for us, Kit. A fire bloomed on her shoulder, teeth sinking in, scraping her skin, and that pushed her over, her orgasm making her scream.

Savannah’s eyes popped open and she gasped, her fingers still working her clit, prolonging her orgasm. The dream refused to fade, even when the shaking abated.

Oh God.

She was losing her mind. That was the only excuse. She didn’t let boys tie her up, she didn’t beg anyone to lick her down there, and she certainly didn’t have sex with two men. Concurrently or consecutively.

It would be a great way to lose her mind, she supposed, but it was crazy, nonetheless.

Savannah sat up, rolled her shoulders as she tried to decide whether to start coffee or shower first.

Oh, ow. That was tender. What the heck? Was that a spider bite on her shoulder?

She tried to see, but the dawn was just barely there and she-- Her fingers brushed something hot, sore. God.

Savannah slipped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, trying to see. She turned her back to the mirror, frowning at what looked like a bruise. What had she done, hit the headboard? Weird.

It was really dark, tender. A little scary really. She could see Tim’s lights on next door, could see the vet getting ready for his early run before heading to his clinic for surgery. She threw on a robe and pelted out of her room, needing to catch him before he got away.

Lean and blond, fine as frog hair, Tim was heading down the steps in his workout shorts as she caught up to him.

Tim?

Hey, darlin’. His voice was soft, Southern, warm as anything. What’s wrong? Your Needles okay?

Oh, she’s fine. Savannah pointed at the little King Charles spaniel who was standing at the door, wagging her fool butt off. I... I think I’ve hurt myself. Can you look?

Sure. Sure, let’s go in where there’s light.

I’m sorry. The cats disappeared when he opened the door, the birds in the back squawking hysterically. Big old Duke, though, he came up to her, pushing into her hand.

Duke, later. Go to your bed. Excuse the mess, honey. The mess. Right. Tim was meticulous at best. All these animals and the house was just pristine. The Great Dane lumbered off as she dropped the shoulder of her robe.

Here we go. He turned on a task lamp she hadn’t even seen and moved it down over her skin. Well, honey, why didn’t you tell me you had a new tattoo. That’s what’s bugging you.

A tattoo? What? What? I’ve never! I didn’t. I--

Oh, God. Her mother was going to have a fit. She could hear Mom’s voice now. Only trashy types get tattoos, Victoria. Don’t ever defile yourself.

Honey, it’s right there. A paw print. Pretty fresh too.

A paw— What the hell? She had a dog, sure, but she’d never been that into animals.

She looked at Tim, more than a little panicked. Oh, God. What do I do? I didn’t...I’ve never been in a tattoo parlor, Tim. Not ever.

She was going to cry. Or scream. Possibly throw up. A tattoo. Her.

Did you go out drinkin’? He touched her skin, not where it hurt, but just around, the sensation oddly soothing.

I didn’t. I was home last night, watching TV. I walked Needles, checked my emails and went to bed.

People don’t get tattoos by accident, hon. He clucked his tongue. Looks clean, but let me wash it and put some Lubriderm on it.

I didn’t get a tattoo! She did burst into tears then, burying her face in her hands. I don’t even. Your friend, that Ryder, he’s the only tattoo person I’ve met.

Tim frowned. Well, if you want I can get him to, uh, come by and look at it. Make sure it’s not going to get infected. He grabbed her awkwardly and hugged her.

He smelled of spice and soap and it was so dear that the tears came faster, storming out of her.

Shh. It’s okay, honey. I promise. We’ll find out what happened. He stroked her back, not touching her shoulder.

You... She sniffled. You think so?

"I have no doubt. You look exhausted, honey. You need to get another few hours of