Page 36 of The Book Reader
“I’ve heard of it.” I nod. “A few of my work colleagues use it; they have… er… certaintastesthat your club caters to.” She flicks her eyes to me, and I can tell that she wants to ask me something—My Rose, inquisitive as ever. “You can ask me anything, Ari.” My knee brushes against hers, making her look down, swallowing hard. Her scent gets even sweeter, and the reason for that…
She’s turned on.
I have to fight back a groan. I want to pull her to me, rip her clothes off, and feast on her pussy. I know how sweet she tastes when she comes, and I’ve been desperate for another taste of her for years.
Her eyes lift up to mine. “Are you human, or a supernatural?”
I can’t help the grin that crosses my lips. “Supernatural,” I answer. “A daemon, to be exact.”
“What kind of daemon?” She asks cautiously.
“I am a dream daemon.” It’s rare to find dream daemons topside. From the look on her face, she has never heard of us.
“Dream daemons? What does that mean?” She says with a little bubble of laughter.
I lean closer, my eyes locking with hers. “It means that I can be someone’s sweetest dream, or their worst nightmare.”
My eyes flick down, and I watch as her mouth opens and a tiny exhale of breath leaves her beautiful, full lips. “What about you? Supernatural or human?” I ask, trying to distract myself from devouring her completely.
“Supernatural, a witch.” She answers nervously.
Oh, but you are so much more than that, I think, but that’ll be a conversation for later.
“I could have guessed that from the beautiful necklace you wear.” She looks down at it and sighs sadly. I’ve not seen that necklace for many centuries—it’s a protector necklace, made by her soul in its first life cycle. I remember the care she put into making it, making me promise that I would give it to her in her next life and so on. She bound it with a spell from her book to give her future selves a fighting chance.
Neither of us had realized that she would not remember any of her reincarnations.
The fact that she already has it, in this life, and without my intervention, means something. I just don’t knowwhat.
“It belonged to my aunt, the lady I was with at the memorial.” Her voice breaks into my memories, and I clear my throat to shift the emotions that are threatening to spill over.
She’s here now, and that’s all that matters.
She lifts her eyes and frowns at me. “I’m not sure what the dragon represents, or the amber stone, my aunt never got a chance to tell me.”
I hide my grin, knowing that she picked the dragon because it’s my family crest. The amber stone is from her book.
It’s the key.
I can’t tell her any of this yet, though. Past experiences have taught me the importance of being patient. “Why not?” I ask.
“She died that day, actually…” Her eyes fill with tears, making me reach out and run my fingers over her hand. Shelooks down at it. She smiles softly, “I’m sorry, I promised myself I would have fun tonight and I’m being a downer.”
My face is a mask. I hadn’t realized that her aunt had passed away. This means that Ari is now alone in the world, with no family to teach her about her origins or the true extent of her power. This is unsettling.
Leaning closer, I place my fingers under her chin, lifting it to make her look at me. I could put my lips on hers if I leaned forward just a little. “Donotapologize, I want to know everything about you, my Rose.” I don’t realize I’ve called her by her pet name until she pulls back and frowns at me.
“What kind of powers do dream daemons have exactly, Gaelan?” she asks, her voice full of suspicion.
“The kind that will help me keep you safe.” I try to reassure her. She’s not ready to hear who I am to her just yet. The necklace is still whole, which means she hasn't found the book; so, neither her powers nor her past memories have been unlocked yet.
Her eyes search mine before she slowly nods. “Tell me why you call me Rose? You’ve called me that before.”
Have I? I must be slipping. “Because you smell like roses,” I answer directly. My voice has an edge of need to it because I remember the way she smells so much sweeter when she is riding my cock. Or when my face is buried deep in her pussy.
She is about to say something else, but Mark opens the door for us to step out. I climb out first, adjusting myself to hide the hard-on I now have.
“All clear?” I almost growl at Mark. I asked my security team earlier to inspect the place before we arrived to ensure it was clear of any daemons that might be looking for her.
