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He flips me around, and his hand trails down my dress. He hikes it up, and I debate whether or not to let him in. But this can’t hurt, it’s just a dream after all, isn’t it? He exposes my pussy, and the breeze runs down my opening. He trails his index and middle finger down my slit. I groan in pleasure as he moves it at a leisurely pace, up and down. My whole body trembles with need. I don’t want this to end. I want more. It’s as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking. He finds my clit and traces it in slow circles. The sensation is so intense, I almost come undone. No toy can compare to this. I almost regret what we’re doing because, after this, I can never go back to doing it myself.

I open my legs wider for him, and his fingers are at my entrance in seconds. I gasp at how exposed I am. I’ve only ever let one person get this close to me, and he paid the price for that mistake with his life. Now I have someone who I barely just met fucking me with his strong fingers.

He pumps them slowly, and hums in my ear, “I’m going to make you beg me for your release.”

I chuckle. “Not going to happen.” I am not begging anyone for shit. Although considering the way my body reacts to his, I’m not sure I’m above begging if he pulls away.

“So, you want me to stop?” His voice is hoarse and full of need. Shit, the man has me wrapped around his finger.

His dick pokes my back. I’m glad I’m not the only one that wants more. I want to turn around and play with him, but I’m paralyzed. I can’t move. I’ve never felt these emotions before. If this is what it feels like outside of the dream world, then I’m missing out, and I have to find a way to fuck without accidentally murdering. Why does this feel different from Nick? Was it because he was human? Or maybe it was because we were both inexperienced. Either way, this is different from what I felt with my boyfriend.

“No, no stopping.” I can’t even form a coherent sentence, and my voice is a little too breathy, showing him how much he’s affecting me.

He bites my earlobe, and all I can feel is the intensity of pleasure coursing through my veins. I never knew a man could have this power, to make me forget reality and everything between.

I’ve never had this experience before. I can kill someone in the real world if I have any sexual interactions because I can’t stop feeding. I don’t know how to control it. Will it work the same in this dreamscape? Will I end up killing Killian? My mind screams at me to stop this from going further, but it’s already too late.

“Make me come,” I gasp, barely able to form words with how much pleasure he’s wringing out of me.

No wait, stop Zelyah! What are you doing? You could kill him.

“You forgot to say please.” I almost roll my eyes at him, but he has what I want.

“Please, make me come . . .” I gasp, trembling against him. “Please, Killian.”

His growl sends chills down my spine, a primal sound that ignites every nerve in my body. His touch is electric, and the connection between us crackles with raw intensity.

I know what he wants just as much as I do. The thought of being together for real instead of in our dreamscape rips right through the air, begging us to finish what we’ve started.

“Hearing you say my name on your way to your release makes me want to go to your room and wake you up.”

I’m starting to forget why that would be a bad idea. I want him here between my legs. I want to feel his cock—not on my back but inside of my pussy. I want to be able to touch the real him and for it to not be a dream. I want him in my bed, and I want to be underneath him as he thrusts inside of me.

He circles his fingertips around my clit in a faster rhythm, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through me with every move. His touch is so addictive that it quickly builds up until I’m consumed and trembling uncontrollably at the brink of orgasm. He’s so close to me, his face buried in my neck, his breath hot on my skin, and his scent surrounding the air around us. My hips buck against him, begging for more. His fingers are the only thing keeping me grounded in this orgasm, holding me back from flying too high. He keeps me on the edge of the cliff, begging me to jump off.

“Come for me, Zelyah,” he whispers in my ear, sending my body over the edge. It’s not just my body trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm, but my entire body is quivering from the pleasure.

Once it fades, I gasp in fear, but when I look back at Killian, he’s intact. I didn’t kill him. His cocky smile fades when he takes a glimpse of my face.

A ringing sound begins in the background, growing harsher with each passing second until it jolts me awake. The sharp sound of my phone pierces through the remnants of my dream, and I sit bolt upright, gasping for breath. I look around in confusion, the dreamscape replaced with reality. But as I clench my thighs together, the sensation of desire still lingers, and my pussy is drenched from where I’d been moments before.

I grab my phone from the end table and stare down at the text message from Easton.

Easton: Picking you up at 8. Can’t wait!

Zelyah: Me too.

I drop my phone next to me on the bed. What the hell did I just do with Killian? I can’t face him now after what we’ve done, and I certainly can’t get in bed with someone who’s trying to take me prisoner. How am I supposed to sleep when Killian can invade my personal thoughts at any moment? I’ve got to guard them tightly, if not, I may accidentally reveal who and what I am.

Chapter 22

Cooper

Ialways get to the murder scene late, after the killer has been gone for hours, but this time, it’s going to be different. I want to prevent another supernatural woman from dying, so that means I have to track the killer before he or she decides to strike.

There will be a killing tonight, it’s a pattern now.

That’s why I have to get up from my comfy bed and get on with my day, or I should say evening now. Zel and I spent the whole night and some of the morning in my realm, so she might still be sleeping. She’ll probably wait until the last minute to get up so she can get as much sleep as possible, but she knows how important this is.

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