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sitting room with Gracie’s mother, Olivia, she found Gracie curled up sound asleep, with her head pillowed on her son’s chest.
"Good morning, Son." Even in light of Gracie’s threat, it warmed her heart to see Gracie in such an embrace with her son.
"Morning, Mom." Gently he caressed Gracie's hair.
"Did you work things out with her? Will there be no more talk of her using the loophole?" Keeping her voice low, she waited for his response. When his nose flared, she realized nothing had been worked out as of yet.
“Unless she wants her ass paddled again, she’ll be wise not to speak of it in front of me.”
“Randall!”
“Aria, this is between our son and his chosen. The Law states we can’t interfere between chosens. They’re going to have to work this out themselves.” Mica placed his 66
hands on his wife’s shoulders. “Let’s leave them be for now. If you need to talk later, son, I’ll be in my office.”
"Of course.”
* * * *
Gracie awoke in degrees. She’d been waiting for the Queen to return. Yawning she couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep. How embarrassing! Sitting up, she groaned when she felt the familiar weight of her chosen’s arms. Opening her eyes, she focused on Rand. He was sleeping soundly with her wrapped in his arms. Damn, I wonder what the chances of getting free without waking him are?
She jumped when a moan rumbled out of him. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.
“Why not turn the tables on him? He’s no qualms about entering your
dreams.”
She couldn't resist. Taking a deep breath she initiated the dream merge. At first she was surprised when she succeeded.
Looking around she found herself in his bedroom. Nearing his bed she could hear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. Curiosity ran through her but she was unprepared for what she saw. She was the woman on the bed. The moment she locked into her own dazed eyes, she replaced the woman writhing under her best friend.
* * * *
Even in his sleep, Rand knew the moment the real Gracie replaced the one of his dream. It was no longer just a solitary dream. Somehow his feisty little chosen had slipped into his dream - never realizing how her actions would thrust him into untold 67
frustration and stress the shaky hold he had over his need to possess. Poised on the edge of claiming his lover, he fought the violent need to possess her.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, we need…”
“I can’t, Ruzac. Tradition demands no consummation until after the vows.”
“You and your damn traditions.” Gracie’s voice washed over him.
"I’m sorry, Wildcat. I can pet and hold you, but I can’t consummate our union in a dream. Physical consummation has to come first.”
Arching under him, Rand’s control nearly snapped. Grasping her hips in his hands, he fought to control her frantic movements. "No, Gracie, not like this. Let me explain.”
"Please." Her plea and the act of her wrapping herself around him tighter had him groaning while he rolled them over so she was straddling him. Reaching up, he ran his hands through her hair and pulled her down to lock their mouths together. After several moments of intense kissing, he broke their kiss to drag in a deep breath of air. When she pulled his hands down her body to cup her breasts, she ground her ass against his cock and nearly shattered his control.
“We’ve got to stop.” Pushing her off him, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair. Drawing a few deep breaths to calm himself, he finally turned back to face her. The desire to give in almost brought him low when he took in the sight of her rubbing against one of his pillows. She was obviously trying to find her own release.
“Damn it, Wildcat, we can’t do this right now. Stop, Gracie.” Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her off the pillow she’d been trying to ride.
Her eyes glazed with passion when she looked up at him.
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“Rand please…” He dodged her mouth as she tried to fit it over
"Good morning, Son." Even in light of Gracie’s threat, it warmed her heart to see Gracie in such an embrace with her son.
"Morning, Mom." Gently he caressed Gracie's hair.
"Did you work things out with her? Will there be no more talk of her using the loophole?" Keeping her voice low, she waited for his response. When his nose flared, she realized nothing had been worked out as of yet.
“Unless she wants her ass paddled again, she’ll be wise not to speak of it in front of me.”
“Randall!”
“Aria, this is between our son and his chosen. The Law states we can’t interfere between chosens. They’re going to have to work this out themselves.” Mica placed his 66
hands on his wife’s shoulders. “Let’s leave them be for now. If you need to talk later, son, I’ll be in my office.”
"Of course.”
* * * *
Gracie awoke in degrees. She’d been waiting for the Queen to return. Yawning she couldn’t believe she’d fallen asleep. How embarrassing! Sitting up, she groaned when she felt the familiar weight of her chosen’s arms. Opening her eyes, she focused on Rand. He was sleeping soundly with her wrapped in his arms. Damn, I wonder what the chances of getting free without waking him are?
She jumped when a moan rumbled out of him. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.
“Why not turn the tables on him? He’s no qualms about entering your
dreams.”
She couldn't resist. Taking a deep breath she initiated the dream merge. At first she was surprised when she succeeded.
Looking around she found herself in his bedroom. Nearing his bed she could hear the unmistakable sounds of pleasure. Curiosity ran through her but she was unprepared for what she saw. She was the woman on the bed. The moment she locked into her own dazed eyes, she replaced the woman writhing under her best friend.
* * * *
Even in his sleep, Rand knew the moment the real Gracie replaced the one of his dream. It was no longer just a solitary dream. Somehow his feisty little chosen had slipped into his dream - never realizing how her actions would thrust him into untold 67
frustration and stress the shaky hold he had over his need to possess. Poised on the edge of claiming his lover, he fought the violent need to possess her.
“Fuck!”
“Yes, we need…”
“I can’t, Ruzac. Tradition demands no consummation until after the vows.”
“You and your damn traditions.” Gracie’s voice washed over him.
"I’m sorry, Wildcat. I can pet and hold you, but I can’t consummate our union in a dream. Physical consummation has to come first.”
Arching under him, Rand’s control nearly snapped. Grasping her hips in his hands, he fought to control her frantic movements. "No, Gracie, not like this. Let me explain.”
"Please." Her plea and the act of her wrapping herself around him tighter had him groaning while he rolled them over so she was straddling him. Reaching up, he ran his hands through her hair and pulled her down to lock their mouths together. After several moments of intense kissing, he broke their kiss to drag in a deep breath of air. When she pulled his hands down her body to cup her breasts, she ground her ass against his cock and nearly shattered his control.
“We’ve got to stop.” Pushing her off him, he sat up and ran his hands through his hair. Drawing a few deep breaths to calm himself, he finally turned back to face her. The desire to give in almost brought him low when he took in the sight of her rubbing against one of his pillows. She was obviously trying to find her own release.
“Damn it, Wildcat, we can’t do this right now. Stop, Gracie.” Grabbing her by the waist, he lifted her off the pillow she’d been trying to ride.
Her eyes glazed with passion when she looked up at him.
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“Rand please…” He dodged her mouth as she tried to fit it over
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