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Alina felt herself blinking. She wasn't usually so self aware when she was dreaming, but what else could this be, she asked herself. She was standing in General Kirigan's bedroom. She recognised it from glimpses she had seen, from times in his war room when the door wasn't closed. This was different somehow, the edges were blurry, like she had tunnel vision. Also, the scene in front of her was one she had never seen, could never see. This was like a fantasy Alina remembered indulging, when she and Aleksander had returned from the stables, both hot and sweaty. They had headed off in separate directions for baths. That must be what triggered this dreamscape.
The Darkling.
Naked.
In a bath.
Since this was just a fantasy dream, she decided she could indulge herself and enjoy the glorious sight in front of her.
Steam was rising in tendrils above him, as sweat glistened on the parts of his body that were exposed over the waterline. His head was leaning back over the edge, eyes closed and mouth gaping open. As magnificent as that sight was, it wasn't what her eyes were fixated on.
She couldn't help but stare as his fist breached the surface of the water over and over again, the water rippling as he stroked his cock, barely glimpsing the top of his member between his tight fingers.
Oh saints. She reminded herself that it was just a dream. It was just as well, because she knew that even if it was real, she would struggle to move. She was frozen in the space between a side table and the bathtub.
This wasn't like that dream of a week ago. When she had been in her bed chamber, just about to climb into bed. She had spotted him standing near the door. Unlike the other times she dreamt she saw him standing watching her, or when she dreamt she was in his rooms, watching him, that dream he didn't stay still. That time, he walked to her. He stopped close enough for her to feel the heat from his skin, the breath from his mouth. Near enough for her to see his eyes dilate, and then he leaned down and touched his lips to hers.
Aleks had kissed her oh so softly. As she returned the gentle kiss, she felt his lips part and his tongue skimmed along the seam of her lips. She opened her mouth and welcomed him in, his tongue stroking hers in a slow, sensuous slide. His arms wrapped around her and it was so intense and all consuming. His left hand continued rubbing her back, as his right hand brushed along her shoulder and neck, leaving tingles on her exposed skin. As their kisses grew heated, one hand moved up to fist in her hair, and the other moved along her arm, across to her waist and undid the loose belt and gently parted the sides of her dressing gown.
His fingers ghosted along the top of her sleep shorts, then slid up beneath the hem of her top. The heat of his hand was hot on her stomach as it rose to her breast. She felt him inhale sharply as he found her nipple peaked beneath the thin material of her bralette. "Alina," he groaned, as he griped it between his thumb and finger and squeezed. She felt pleasure spike between her legs, even more intense than when he had pulled tight on her hair and angled her mouth to deepen their kiss.
She heard a wanton moan escape her lips, and felt him chuckle against the jaw he was now kissing and sucking. "So needy Alinochka. So responsive. We were made for each other. Only I can pleasure you like this, pull those beautiful moans from your lips."
She had woken from that deeam gasping, surprised to feel her hands mimicking The Darkling's hands from her dream, one hand fisting tight in her hair, the other on her breast. The thin material of her bralette was barely a barrier between her fingers and her nipple. Pleasure so fierce it was almost painful, sending spikes of desire that she felt all the way down to her centre. She pushed her hand into her sleep shorts, beneath the elastic of her knickers and over the hair at her mound. She was shocked to feel the curls at her opening were soaked. She had been having such intense dreams lately, but this was the first time ever she'd woken wet from one.
She quickly parted her labial lips and rubbed her fingertips in the slick from her entrance up to massage her throbbing clit. She urgently freed her other hand from her hair, psuhed her fingers down to where they were desperately needed. She plunged two fingers as deep inside her vagina as she could, pumping inside herself with a raw need that had started in her dream and was so visceral it had roused her to consciousness. As she circled her clit faster, she sought that special place inside her. She imagined Aleks' hands everywhere, that it was his fingers inside her, his thumb on her clit, his lips sucking bruises into her neck as he whispered filthy oaths is his rough rumble. The orgasm that had started to build as she woke, crashed over her body with the intensity of a Tsunami, she was helpless to contain her wail.
She had never come like that from masturbating before, those orgasms but a pale imitation of the intensity of this moment. And that was just from a dream.
The next morning, she had given herself a stern talking to. What she had been telling herself for weeks was a harmless crush, was clearly more than that if these dreams were anything to go by. She might be developing feelings, and that was a mistake. She had to put a stop to that.
She'd listened as Nadia and Maria had gossiped about everyone having a crush on the general at one point or another. She'd had crushes before, she even thought she'd loved Mal, and she got over all of that. She could and she would get over this madness.
Anyway, it was Zoya who shared his bed. That's what the girls had said as they looked at her with awe, and possibly a tinge of jealousy. Alina knew she may be the Sun Summoner, but Nazyalenksy was so beautiful, so confident, so poised. Alina couldn't hope to compete with her.
She'd just got the wrong idea when the gossiping had turned to The Darkling continually watching Alina. Both girls said he looked at Alina in a way they'd never seen him look at another. She'd brushed it off as him being interested in her powers as The Sun Summoner. She hoped they hadn't noticed her blushes.
She shouldn't have indulged in fantasies that it was desire that made him stare. She was not going to think about him like that again. Definitely not.
At least, that's what she'd tried to do.
A low sound brought Alina back from the memory of her previous dream about Aleksander to the present one. "What did he just say" she wondered. A whispered "Alina" escaped his lips. Her heart thundered in her chest as her hidden desire was echoed by him. "No, no, no, this is not good," she thought to herself.
Shaking her head, she stumbled into the table beside her, jumping back in horror as a book fell to the floor from where it had been perched on the edge. All the fuzziness at the edges of her vision disappeared, the whole scene coming into sharp clarity as his eyes flew open and snapped up to meet hers
He stood from his bath so quickly, water spilled over the edge and she felt her feet wet as it sloshed over the book and onto her toes. Not that she consciously registered the water on the floor. She was too captivated by the sight of his naked form. His broad chest, his chiselled abdominal muscles leading down to a mound of hair at the junction of his toned thighs. His cock was standing to attention out from his body, so much bigger than she imagined when she glimpsed the tip earlier as he pleasured himself.
In horror, she threw her hands up to hide her face, and found herself back in her bed, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Her heartbeat was loud in her ears as her panic rose. The sight of her bedchamber made her realise exactly where she was. And what was really happening. And more importantly, what had not.
It was a dream. Just another vivid dream starring 'Him'. So vivid, she could still feel the ghost of water on her toes. She'd had dreams where she was unseen watching him, dreams of catching a glimpse of him watching her, but this was the first time either of them had reacted to the others presence. Thank the saints it wasnt real.
This was getting out of hand. She really needed to get a handle on this ridiculous crush of hers. There was no way the general could want her like that. Alina was no Zoya, or the other beauties the gossips said he'd shared a bed with.
He'd told her of his hopes of vanquishing the fold, how hard he's fought for Grisha to be safe. It was her necessary role in his achieving those two feats that made him interested in her. That was it.
She'd got little sleep after those most recent dreams and Botkin had noticed and made comments about good sleep being essential for good training. She needed to calm herself enough to have some hope of avoiding more comments from her instructor, let alone more remarks from Bhagra about the bags under her eyes.
She was concentrating on her breathing to try to get some semblance of sleep, when the door burst open.
General Kirigan was in the doorway, mismatched clothes not quite buttoned up right.
In his hand was a book.
A wet book.
The one she'd knocked over.
Oh saints