Page 35 of The Daughters of Nyx

The second lit an inferno within me.

I gasped as he teased his fingers around my opening, the intense need to have him inside me, the promise of his claiming almost destroying me. When he inserted the first finger, I cried against his lips, my pussy fluttering as a second digit joined the first, pumping to the rhythm of our thundering hearts. His thumb teased my clit, circling the nub, and forcing another strained sound from my lips as I edged closer to my climax.

“You are mine, little flower,” he said against my lips, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Say it.”

“I—” the words lodged in my throat as he added a third finger, all coherent thought flying out of my brain.

He growled, slowing the pumps, dragging me from the edge of my climax. “Say it.”

“I—I’m yours.”

His thrusts quickened. “Come for me, sweetness.”

Like he commanded, my climax hit me fast and hard, a scream passing my lips as I sagged into the bed. He didn’t stop his thrusts, slowing only as the climax released me from its shuddering grasp.

“Beautiful.”

I tried to speak, but found the darkness edging closer to where we lay, disrupting the orgasmic glow with tendrils of shadow reaching for me. I was forced to watch as everything around me disappeared, leaving me alone once more.

My eyes flew open as I sucked in a breath. Heart thundering, I reached for the lamp beside my bed, flicking it on to take in the room. Like always, I was alone, and yet, that

dream had felt far toorealto be anything else. So completely unlike the last one I’d had that I was surprised I didn’t combust.

Rubbing my eyes, I sat up. The glow of a streetlight glared through the gap between my curtains, giving me a reasonable idea of how late—or early—it was. The idea of sleep escaped me, though.

I was a puddle of desire, wet with an orgasm I’d had in a dream.

“Is this my life now?” I muttered to myself, climbing out of bed. Sweat clung to my body, my sleep shorts and tank top sticking to my flushed skin.

I couldn’t even really remember who the dream was about. Adrian? Rowan? Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if it were Elias—he definitely gave me dominating vibes.

I shook my head.No. One man is more than enough. You do not need to be having sex dreams about all of your new neighbours.

Dear God, how was I going to face them?Adrian?I couldn’t. That dream was beyond what I normally concocted, usually only seeing flashes of scenes that would make any girl blush. But that… That had to be something else.

I changed from my pyjamas into a clean, oversized shirt before pulling out my desk chair and plopping down in front of my computer. As the screen flickered on, I sighed, 4AM glaring at me from the top right of the screen.

The planner beside me, open to the day with all my goals and my schedule for the retreat, glared at me, like it knew I wouldn’t have the energy to pull off the goals I’d set. Not with that dream lingering in the back of my mind.

Should I feel guilty for it? For not being sure if it was about Adrian or Rowan? I wanted to go to Thea, but Jase occupied her bed again, and breaking into her room over a sex dream and conflicting feelings didn’t seem like the best thing to do this early in the morning.

Deep down, I knew I should have. I should have felt some sort of guilt for wanting both of them. And yet…it wasn’t like that at all. My head might have been telling me it was wrong, but my heart soared at the idea of both men, of not choosing between sweet Adrian and flirty Rowan.

Maybe Thea was right—I didn’t have to choose, not right now. But if I had to, could I?

13

ROWAN

I stared blankly up at the window belongingto Ivy. The wards we’d placed around the building and her apartment specifically were working as well as we’d hoped, with no more demon appearances to account for.

I was almost a little disappointed that the little bastards hadn’t come back. I was itching for a fight, my magic straining inside me to dosomething.

That something was claiming Ivy Wilson, which made no fucking sense. It wanted more of her, and I couldn’t help but agree with it.

But Adrian had swooped in and was now taking over where I’d started. I couldn’t help but feel disappointed and angry—not with Adrian, because he was doing his job, though

maybe a little too well with how much they texted—but more with myself. It should have been me getting closer to her, listening to her thoughts, laughing with her in the stairwell, receiving her beautiful smiles. Her pretty blushes should have been for me as I flirted with her to prove just how fucking perfect she was.

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