A.N.: This is justa little idea that popped into my head that takes place after Hunted. A new dream about Kalona that Zoey has. I wrote this before Tempted came out.
This story was edited on 08/01/15
Disclaimer: I do not own House of Night or any of the five books that are so far published in the series (or for that matter any of the books that are yet to be published). I also do not own the characters.
Dream
It had been almost a month since I had forced Kalona's retreat. I no longer thought about him except on the rare occasion, like tonight. The reason I was thinking about him was because I was alone. Erin and Shaunee were doubling T.J. and Cole at the movies (the fact that they were still dating those two boys was a miracle). Aphrodite was with Darius in her room and I didn't want to think about what they were doing right now (ugh, gross mental picture). Damien was sleeping with Jack tonight (eesh, that picture wasn't much better). Erik, my first boyfriend was currently grading papers in his room in the professor's wing. Heath, my human consort was currently sleeping in his bedroom back in B.A. And, Stark, my second boyfriend (yes second) was visiting my friend, Stevie Rae, and the red fledglings who still lived in the tunnels (eww). So my mind was wandering and had found its way to Kalona.
It was true that my spirit had been drawn to him, but I still didn't think I was A-Ya (yes I did, but I wasn't about to admit it).I had felt drawn to way too many men though, and – after Loren – I didn't trust my taste in men.
I quickly fell into a restless sleep, still thinking of Kalona.
I was standing in a large building with marble walls, wearing a white buckskin dress I recognized all too well. I looked out a large window and would have fainted if it weren't for the fact that I was already dreaming. I was on that island again, only this time I was in the castle.
"You called for me, my love?" Kalona's voice snaked out from behind me.
I turned slowly. His body was fully substantial this time and he was once again completely naked. "No I didn't call to you." My voice was shaking as I realized I probably had called to him. It's what I got for thinking about Kalona as I fell asleep.
"Of course you did, my A-Ya," he murmured.
"My name is Zoey, even if it was once A-Ya."
"So you admit you know me, that your soul knows me. You admit that you're A-Ya."
I sighed. "Yes, but I want you to call me Zoey."
"Very well, Zoey, you admit you're made for me."
I was glad he didn't know I had thought that from the first time I saw him. "Yes," I whispered.
He relaxed and came toward me slow enough that I could run. I could run but I didn't. He wrapped his wings around me and pulled me to him. He nuzzled his face in my hair and whispered, "You admit it, so stop resisting and let me have you."
I couldn't help it; I fell. His voice was too seductive, the pain he was causing me felt too good, and it was just a dream. I fell. "Yes."
He moved his lips to my ear. "Thank you, Zoey, your words have allowed me return to you."
I couldn't focus on what he was saying. The only thing I could focus on was the erotic pain that was coursing through every inch of my body. He moved his hands to the hem of my dress and promptly pulled it off. Then he pressed into me. The pain that burned through my body was coupled by an indescribable sensual pleasure. He was moving deeper and deeper and all I could do was moan. He was kissing me deeply and not showing any uncertainty. He owned me completely as I reached my climax.
I started shaking, waking up in a cold sweat that covered my body. I shook my head back and forth, it was just a dream – I kept telling myself. He said he was returning, and I knew I was suddenly in a very dangerous position. I knew I could never fall like that in real life, for if I did; I wouldn't resurface.