Page 92 of Spit

Sev sat us, his gaze growing sharp and on edge. As if he was willing to rush into battle if I had said that his brother had done something untoward. I didn’t understand where the loyalty to me had come from. I wasn’t a likable person. I made it that way on purpose. To avoid people getting too close. Was Sev ready to drop Legion on his head, his brother, for me?

Why did that make my heart clench, like I was holding a perfect fluffy little kitten?

I waved Sev’s concern away. “He didn’t do anything. He was a perfect gentleman. It’s me. I’m the one with the issue. The one with the curs—”

Sev rolled his eyes and slumped back onto the floor. “Yeah, yeah, Pinkie Pie. The one with the curse. The one you won’t shut up about.”

“Hey!” I slapped his chest. “You’re meant to be one of the nice ones.”

“I thought I was hideously calculated.” Sev threw my own words back at me.

“It’s a valid excuse!” I protested.

Sev made the sound of a buzzer, like a contestant getting the answer wrong in a game show. “Try again.” His brows raised innocently. “Because we’re in a dream right now, Princess. I’ve watched you watching me. You smell like repressed emotions and desire when you’re awake. You bleed the burden you carry. You need to be fucked. Deep and hard until your eyes roll back. Until someone’s cock is so far inside you that you can feel it at the back of your throat.” He pressed on, folding his elbows and knitting his fingers together behind his head as he reclined on the forest bed. “And yet, you remain chaste. At my side in a dream without consequences, and you haven’t even thought about fucking me. I lay right here, ready to be taken advantage of. Ready to be your willing sex slave. It’s a dream. There is no curse here.”

His words dawned on me slowly. My brow furrowed, and my nostrils flared. If I was honest, I had removed sex from the equation so long ago that it wasn’t my first thought when I was around a good-looking, flirtatious male. In fact, most of the time, fear and avoidance were my main priority.

Suddenly, it felt as if the world had opened wide—frightening but exhilarating.

“I could take advantage of you. I could pin you down and fuck you right here, and you wouldn’t be cursed.” My words peeled out of my mouth like a carefully removed band-aid. “You’re lust.”

“That I am, Pinkie Pie.” Sev winked.

I took a deep breath and then another. “I think I’m going to have a panic attack.”

Sev sat up, alarmed. I began to heave and wheeze as my lungs struggled to find oxygen. Objectively, I knew I was in a dream. I knew what I was experiencing wasn’t real, but it felt real. Real enough that when my heart roared in my ears, I felt like I was dying.

My vision turned black at the edge.

Sev gripped my biceps, forcing my wild eyes to meet his. “Breathe.” He commanded. “Breathe with me. Lexi. You’ve got this.”

“You…said…my…name,” I said, panting. “You never say my name.”

Sev always called me a pet name— Princess, Pinkie Pie, etc. Never Lexi.

Sev’s brow twisted in concern as he held my arms and forced me to look at him. He mimicked breathing, waiting for me to take a similar breath.

After a minute, my heartbeat returned to something ordinary, but I still felt my blood at the surface of my skin, making everything feel more vivid. I knew my cheeks burned. I had managed to perfect a resting bitch face to be proud of, but I had never been able to beat the blush. It was another curse, though not as horrible as my main one.

It dawned on me how close Sev was as he helped me navigate through the waves of my own emotions. I licked my bottom lip, and his eyes flicked down to my mouth as a tortured expression crossed his face—there one moment and gone the next.

Sev had been right, though. I could have him without consequences. I knew he was saying it just to get in my pants; for whatever reason a lust demon needed to have sex. Conquest perhaps? I wasn’t about to question his motives.

I leaned forward, tilting my head until my mouth pressed the corner of his lips. As if on instinct, Sev’s tongue darted out and wet his lip. It would be that easy for him to succumb in the waking world. I was thankful that wherever we were, I wasn’t about to whammy him.

“No restrictions,” I whispered.

“Women usually say that when they’re about to suggest pegging.”

I pulled back, my eyes wide. “How often do you get pegged?”

“Let's save that for a second date, shall we?” I felt Sev’s lips tick up in a smile as he pressed his lips against mine.

His kiss was anything but tentative. It was sure, confident, and bone-melting. My lips buzzed and burned, and my fingers twitched with the urge to touch him. So I did. I reached up and tangled my fingers into his dark, wild hair, using it to pull him to me. Sev rolled his body until he was on top of me, nestled between my thighs.

I was cocooned by his body, his scent, and his touch.

Sev lifted his lips for a moment before tilting his head in another way as if he wanted a different angle to fully appreciate my lips. I moaned as his tongue swiped against my lips to seek entrance; on his insistence, I opened my mouth and allowed his tongue to meet mine.

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