Page 122 of The World Undone

Darius let out a growl that sounded more wolf than vampire as I sank my teeth into the side of her neck.

She tasted decadent and deep, like the richest dark chocolate, a sumptuous dessert.

One mouthful and I was intoxicated.

She clenched around me as I spun her around so that her back was on the chaise and I was above her.

I drove my dick into her, harder—faster, as I drank my fill.

Her nails, longer and sharper than they were in waking life, clawed into my back as she chased her orgasm. Her screams echoed around the walls, amplifying with each pump as she reached the edge and I poured into her, both of us falling over it.

Stars swam through my vision as pleasure rolled through us. We had a habit of feeding on each other’s powers in these dreams, making every touch electric, every breath fire.

After a few breathless moments, both of us in a boneless tangle, Darius’s loud clanging broke through my reverie.

The fucker was even more pissed now.

Good.

I shot him a smug smirk as Max climbed off of me and sauntered over to him, her neck and chest dripping with her blood.

The vamp eyed her, unblinking, the desperation of his hunger and desire hitting me like a molten wave.

“Fuck.” I bit my lip, trying to reign my own desire in.

But that was the thing about these dreams, about Max. I got off just watching her too, even if I wasn’t the focus of her attention.

In a slow, languid tug, she released some of the tension in Darius’s restraints, until his feet met the cold floor, his arms hanging only loosely above him now.

He leaned forward, his body inching toward her, fangs extended as he licked his lips.

Power from the two of them bolted through me as she pressed a chaste kiss to his lips.

“You want to play nice, now?” She asked, voice coy.

He didn’t blink, didn’t look away—but I heard the low growl building in his chest, a predator desperate for his prey.

I knew what he wanted, could feel it in my body as if the desires were my own.

To chase.

To fuck.

To taste.

Her.

He wanted her, nothing more, wanted to consume her completely until there was nothing left.

There was lust, obviously, and beneath that, love and obsession. Those things were always there, for all of us, when Max was around.

But there was anger too, pain—woven tightly through the darkness riding at the surface.

With a simple snap of her fingers, the cuffs released him.

He didn’t move at first, just let his arms drop to his sides as he stared her down.

If this weren’t a dream, I’d be between them in an instant.

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