Page 90 of Malice
“Well, I guess I should do something about it then,” I said with an anticipatory smirk. Pleasuring my girl was quickly becoming my number one favorite quest.
Before I could part her thighs further and sink my fingers inside her, she tensed, one hand coming to my wrist.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked, confusion swirling in my head. “Aren’t we here to make sure you’re fed and happy?”
“It’s . . . I want to. I just . . .”
Concern replaced the confusion. She was stressed about talking to me. That wouldn’t do.
“What is it? You can tell me anything.”
“Malice gave me some homework, and if I don’t do it right now, I’m going to get too distracted.”
Annoyance replaced my concern. “Malice gave you homework for while you’re with me? That interfering jealous fuck.”
“No, no, it’s not like that. It’s because—” She cut herself off and readjusted until she was sitting up in the lounger. “He wants me to test the limits of my control while we’re in these dreamwalks. He’s trying to prove a point. Okay, maybe that’s not totally fair. He wants me to learn how much power I have here.”
She was being very deliberate with her words and purposely avoiding my gaze. My eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Why now? What aren’t you telling me, kitten?”
Glancing around as though someone else was here, she shook her head. “I can’t talk about it here.”
“Merri,” I warned.
“It’s important. Trust me.”
“Of course I do. You’re the boss. If you need to do thishomework,we can do it. I’m excellent at group projects.”
Her smile was soft and sweet, and it was a potent aphrodisiac. My dick gave a happy jerk, begging for her attention. As discreetly as I could, I placed my hand on top of him. No need to distract her when she was trying so hard to focus. I could be patient. I was the most patient. No one had ever been more patient than me.
Lies.
All fucking lies.
I had the patience of a kid on Christmas morning. But it was just because I loved her so much, you know?
“Okay, what do I need to do to help?”
She frowned, her lips pursing as she considered my question. “I’m not sure. I think I just have to do it.”
“Do what?”
And just like that, I was awake, in bed with the woman I loved, and back to real life. Rolling over, I found her looking at me.
“That,” she said.
I’m the first to admit I didn’t always understand the way Malice’s mind worked, but I was struggling to see how Merri pulling us out of a dream—that we were in for the sole purpose of allowing her to safely feed and hopefully get knocked up—was a good thing.
“So... we’re not in the dream anymore. Can you elaborate on the reason for this assignment the great and powerful Mal gave you? It really doesn’t make a lot of sense to me.”
Merri licked her lips, her eyes darting around nervously before landing back on mine. “We, um, sort of... well...”
“Just spit it out, kitten. There’s nothing you ever have to worry about saying to me.”
Releasing a heavy breath, she blurted, “Lucifer can infiltrate my dreams. He has been for weeks now.”
Fury and panic hit me at the same time. “What?”
She held up a hand, effectively silencing me. “Malice wanted me to prove, mostly to myself, that even when I am in other people’s dreams, I am the one in control. And that my strongest defense against Lucifer will be making the dream stop before he can manipulate me into anything.”
