Page 19 of Twisted Lies
He looked different than he had earlier in the day.
“What?” she asked as his clothes vanished before her eyes.
Sweet, Odin! Every ounce of bronzed skin was on full display for her viewing pleasure. And pleasurable it was.
“Do you like what you see?” His voice like music to her ears, pulling her deeper into the mystery.
“H—How did you get here? What do you want?” she stuttered.
“It’s your dream, doll. Why don’t you tell me what I’m doing here?”
Dream?
Mikah looked around the room, trying to figure out if it was indeed just a dream. She called to her wolf.
Silence.
She reached out to pull from the majik they shared only to feel a lull in power, indicating the animal was asleep. Tension and anxiety immediately fled from her body. She perched on the edge of the bed with her leg tucked under her.
Jason leaned in, placing his head in her lap. Her fingers combed through his dark hair, loving how soft it felt against her skin.
Mikah giggled, knowing damn well how preposterous it was that her mind had conjured her mate straight to her bed. If her wolf were awake, she’d probably laugh herself silly.
All giggles disappeared when his palm slid up her inner thigh, his fingers skimmed the hem of her shorts. Even in the dream, heat flooded her body. It had been far too long since she’d been interested in a man and even longer since a man had touched her in a sexual manner.
“It’s just a dream, right? Why not go for it?”
The logic made perfect sense. The dream setting was safe. It would allow pleasure without the possibility of being hurt.
His lips kissed a path up the juncture of her thigh. She sucked in a deep breath, her heart fluttered and a surge of heat pulsed through her body.
“I want to taste you,” his voice soft, begging.
It’s just a dream.She reminded herself.
His fingertips slid under her shorts, brushing against her core. Gods, she needed him—wanted him. Even if it was just a dream.
The second her mind was made up, her clothes vanished just as Jason’s had done. This dream majik sure was handy!
All thoughts of majik and dreams and anything else flew from her mind as Jason’s tongue landed on her pussy. His hands snaked around her hips, tugging her closer. He dug in like a man who had been starved for far too long, devouring her. His tongue slid up and down. Down and up. Over her clit and back to her entrance before dipping inside. Her body quaked beneath him
“Jason!” Mikah screamed, her fingers tunneled into his hair, holding him exactly where she had wanted him.
“The sweetest honey I’ve ever tasted.” Up and down his tongue continued.
The sweetest torture she’d ever felt. He slid a finger into her, pumping in and out. Her hips rocked against his face, against his finger. She needed more—wanted more.
“Oh God! Yes!”
“Do you like that?” he asked, adding a second finger.
“Yes! Yes! So damn good.” She raced toward a climax that she’d long denied her body. Pent up anger and frustration fled as she inched closer and closer to the edge.
He added a third finger, filling her to the brink. The delicious stretch of her tightness around his fingers had Mikah panting, moaning—lost to each slide of his fingers. In. Twist. Out. In. Twist. Out. Repeat.
Sweet fucking bliss, she’d never felt anything so erotic—so pleasurable in her entire life. She would have done anything, given anything, agreed to anything that he’d asked as long as the pleasure continued.
“So hot. So wet. So, fucking tight. I want you to come for me, Mikah. I want you to come on my fingers—on my tongue.”
