Page 36 of Chaos
“You know why I have to. I’ve never lied about how I feed.”
I reached out and brushed a strand of hair off her face, tucking it carefully behind her ear. “But you don’t need to feed that way anymore.”
“I don’t?”
I shook my head slowly, my eyes never leaving hers. “You don’t.”
Her perfectly arched brows pulled together, and a tiny furrow formed between them. “Wait. You saidwhat is mine. What did you mean? I’m not yours.”
“The hell you aren’t.”
“You won’t come near me unless you have to. You can’t.”
A great crash of thunder shook the walls and Merri jumped, reflexively grabbing onto me and plastering herself to my chest. I stroked my fingers through her hair, then down to the bare skin of her lower back where her tiny shirt had ridden up. She was warm and soft and perfect.
She was mine.
“You’re touching me,” she murmured, pulling away just enough to look up at me. The wonder and appreciation shining in her eyes was breathtaking.
“I am.”
“And I’m not dead.”
“Of course you’re not.”
She took her lower lip between her teeth as my fingers traced the waistband of her sleep shorts. “But... how?”
“This is my dream, which means I can do whatever the fuck I want. Now”—I leaned close enough to run the tip of my nose along the length of hers so she could feel my next words like a caress against her lips—“get on your knees.”
A shocked gasp escaped her a second before lust flared in her eyes. Her tongue darted out to wet her plump lower lip, and I couldn’t resist diving down to trace the path with my own. She tasted divine. Like midnight and fantasies come to life. Or, more specifically, like her honey and strawberry lip balm.
“I knew you’d be sweet,” I whispered against her mouth.
“I thought you wanted me on my knees for you.” One of her hands pressed against my lower belly, trailing down until she cupped the bulge behind my fly. “Don’t you want me to show you how sorry I am for posting my pussy online?”
Fingers threading in the hair at the base of her skull, I made a fist and pulled tight until she gasped. I released her hair as my wildflower gracefully sank to her knees and waited patiently with her eyes on mine.
“Would you like to taste me now?” I asked her, reaching for my belt with deliberate slowness.
“More than anything,” she breathed. “This”—her cheeks bloomed a bright pink as she looked down, then brought her attention back to me—“this will be my first time.”
My cock gave a happy twitch in my pants. A first we could share. My tryst with Hel had been fleeting and she was far too selfish to ever offer. But more than that, I’d grown too bored with her to ask and knew better than to trust her teeth around my dick.
Eager for the experience, I allowed my trousers to fall to the floor in a rustle of fabric, the only other sounds in the room the pelting rain and our mingling breaths.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
“Permission.”
My chest tightened, and I blamed it on anticipation, but I knew I was lying to myself even here in my dreams.
“Take my cock out, wildflower.”
A wicked glint flashed in her eyes as she did just that. Her hot little hand stroked the length, pulling a groan from deep in my chest. It had been so long since a woman had touched me. An eternity.
“And what should I do with it, Daddy?”
Jaw clenched, I let a low growl escape before I fisted her hair and said, “Suck it.”
