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“What a sweet little pet you will make,” he purred as his lips touched hers, in a hint of a kiss.

“I might have to forge a collar under silver starlight to put around your delicate little neck,” he whispered.

“Would you like that, little one? To wear my mark of ownership on your body?” Then he slanted his mouth over hers, assaulting her senses with the mastery of his kiss.

Stars burst before her eyes as his lips moved over hers.

Kate clutched his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin.

She’d never felt like this, like a kiss held the power to take her life simply from the sheer intensity of it.

He tasted sweet, like something she felt she should be able to name but couldn’t.

His lips entreated hers to open, and she gasped as his body pressed fully against hers.

The feeling of being trapped between the cold wood behind her and the hard, hot body of the man in front of her made her legs tremble.

There was hardly anything between her body and his.

She felt the press of his cock against her belly, and the overload of sensations and lust was overwhelming.

His kiss demanded dark, delicious things from her.

Her mind spun with wild, erotic visions of his naked body and hers entwined in the satin sheets of his bed.

Of her wearing nothing but a silver collar and him holding a delicate chain attached to it, wrapped around his fist while he made love to her… owned her.

“ Yes, ” he whispered in her mind. “ You’re mine now .”

A flash of clarity broke through Kate’s mind.

She shoved at the mountain of his shoulders.

He backed away, his eyes still glowing bright blue, and licked his lips as if savoring her taste.

He reached around her to open the door to his bedroom.

She scrambled back from him, but rather than continue his pursuit, he walked past her to the tall silver-and-gold armoire set against one wall.

He dropped the towel from around his hips to the floor, and she spun around to avoid staring at his naked ass again.

“You will lose that mortal modesty in time, little one,” he said. “Someday soon you will greet me in nothing but your pretty skin, begging me to take you.”

Little one... He kept calling her that. He didn’t know her name, did he?

“My name is Kate Winslow.” She couldn’t believe she was correcting a naked Fae lord. This was one hell of a dream. And apparently…a very kinky one. She’d never known she’d fantasied about a man putting a collar around her neck and calling her his pet. She hated how much it turned her on.

“I am aware of your name. You gave it at the doctor’s office, if you recall,” he replied with an amused chuckle. “ Little one is a term of endearment. And to be fair, you are quite smaller than me.”

“ That’s an understatement. How tall are you?”

“By your standards? Seven feet.” He shrugged, as if that was quite normal.

She heard a rustle of cloth as he spoke, which meant he was getting dressed.

She turned back to face him when he’d finished.

He wore black boots and black leather trousers that fit his long legs and showed off his strong thighs.

The white tunic he wore was unlaced at the throat, along with a dark-silver vest that he left unbuttoned.

His silver hair hung down past his shoulders, no longer wet at the ends.

Magic. Definitely magic. She would have killed to have the ability to dry her hair in seconds.

He retrieved a long silver sword from the top of the dresser.

It held a luminescent moonstone in the pommel.

The blade itself was etched with a flowing script.

It was a thing of lethal beauty, and she wanted to ask a thousand questions about it.

Roan strapped it to his side, and she realized he was leaving.

She ran after him. “Wait! Where are you going?”

He halted at the door and faced her. “I have a war council to prepare for and orders that must be given. You are to remain here. Strip off your clothes, bathe, eat the food the brownies bring you. When I return, I shall take my pleasure with you.” He leaned in, his mouth lightly touching hers with a sultry promise of deeper kisses yet to come.

Then he raised his head and opened the door.

She started to protest, but he exited the room and locked the door behind him before she got even a word out.

“Take my pleasure with you?” she echoed in bafflement. What in the actual hell? And why did it sound both amazing and terrifying?

Kate jerked on the handle of the locked door and muttered a curse. It didn’t budge, not that she had expected it to.

But if this was a dream, she could get control of it.

She was familiar with the idea of lucid dreaming, even if she didn’t know the details of how it worked.

She just needed to change the rules of the dream and get herself out of this room or find a way to wake herself up.

Because as interesting and tempting as it might be to explore what Roan meant when he said take my pleasure with you , she wasn’t going to let him be in control. This was her dream.

She had to wake up.