Page 44 of Sweet Nightmares
“If anyone knew the answer to that question, it would be you.” The leader of the Rose Vipers played with his pocket square, but his gaze cut directly to the Mirror God.
“Perhaps,” she said brightly, “Perhaps not. It is a puzzle.”
Nightmare leaned forward, his hand still protectively on Jane’s exposed thigh. The slit in her dress was probably far too indecent for polite company, but they were in the den of sins. If she were going to dress provocatively, why not do it here? “While all of this talk of Blood Mirrors is illuminating, we have a much deeper problem. More and more tremors have been felt stemming from the Lake of Mirrors and the tomb of the Seven Wicked Witches. If an evil is stirring, it would be there.”
“The Lake of Mirrors has been dormant for over a thousand years,” Darcy said. “Not even Chaos has been seen for the last eight hundred years. This city sits in the heart of an earthquake country. If the tremors mean anything, it’s that.”
“Are you willing to take that chance? Are you willing to do nothing and let Helene rise again?”
Darcy visibly shivered at this.
Who the hell was Helene, that she could make the two most powerful and terrifying Mirror Gods wary?
“So, in summary, two dark evils threaten the city.” François’s tone was light but also deeply concerned. “Wonderful. Does anyone have any plans on how we handle these stirring evils?”
Nightmare’s gaze flashed to the prince. “Where are the two Primordial Relics I left in your care?”
Emrys’s face blanched, and his body grew stiff, as did François beside him.
Fuck. This wasn’t going to go well. No matter what happened next and what came out of the men’s mouths, there would be disaster. Jane felt it bubbling in her blood, like foresight.
As Emrys said, “We currently don’t know,” Jane stood up and put her body between them just in time to be slammed between the Vampire Prince and the ancient god. At the impact, Nightmare’s hands wrapped around her waist, steadying her.
Periwinkle giggled and said, “The little witch seer.” At the same time, Emrys held his hands up defensively and put his body in front of François, shielding him. “We gave the location of the relics to one man, and he’s unfortunately now unreachable and locked in Pelican Bay.”
Nightmare let out a low, wicked growl. The whites of his eyes bleeding red, fury painted on every curve of his body, his fangs and metal nails bared. Ready to kill every mortal in the room if Jane didn’t do something quickly.
“Everyone get out now,” Jane said, her hand on Nightmare’s chest and her voice wavering. Her eyes never left Nightmare. “Thorne, my monster. Keep your eyes on me.” She dug her hand into his shirt while he tightened his hold around her waist. At the same time, she heard movement from all around them. Everyone else, leaving them alone in the room.
When he still hadn’t calmed down, and his eyes hadn’t lost any of the red, Jane asked, “How can I help you settle down?” Jane flattened her palm once more over where his heart should beat—but it never did. “What do you need?”
“I need to feed.” Nightmare’s eyes flashed, and he darted around, presumably searching for an unsuspecting human he could eat.
“Are you going to kill your food?” she breathed.
“Yes.”
“Do you have to?”
Nightmare blinked, his black, well-manicured eyebrows creasing together.
“Are you able to control yourself?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said slowly, cocking his head, his eyes fixating on her neck.
“Then feed on me.” She cocked her head to the side, giving him permission to take her blood.
“You may hate it.”
“It’s fine. I am not afraid of you.”
An unreadable sound vibrated in his chest, and then, without warning, he pushed her fiercely up against the wall, pinning her in and biting down on her neck.
At first, it hurt, his fangs piercing her skin and claiming her. It was a sharp pain, but then the wound began to tingle and turn… the feeling becoming something hot and pleasurable.
Every nerve ending in her body lit up with an intense feeling that she’d never felt before. Her pussy grew wet and oh so needy. A moan escaped her lips, and she suddenly needed to be closer to him, to be touching him, one with him. Fucking him. She needed him inside her, bringing her ecstasy.
She ground into him, and just the friction of her body against him was enough to send a wave of pleasure through her body. Her toes curled, and she let out a soft cry as her body shook in his arms.
