Page 63 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)

He lifts his fingers; they’re glistening in the faint moonlight. He puts them on my lips.

“Suck.”

We’ve done this before.

I open my mouth to tell him to fuck off, but he takes the opening. He shoves his fingers into my mouth, and the taste of me takes over my senses. Tentatively, I touch my tongue to his fingers. He presses down on my tongue, and saliva fills my mouth.

His gaze are fastened on my lips.

I bite down on his fingers, scowling at him, and he jerks back.

He grins. “Didn’t take you as one into blood play.” He flips me over so my back is against his front. He puts his hand on my stomach, pressing me into him.

It’s possessive, and I’m still irritated. The most surprising part: he has an erection. It touches my ass, and I can’t help shift my hips back ever so slightly, wondering at the feel of him.

His hand comes up and tweaks my nipple again.

I freeze.

“Careful, love, unless you do want to wake up your foster parents by screaming my name.”

I frown.

His slow chuckle vibrates in his chest. “Just sleep.”

And the most surprising part: I do sleep.

Caleb curled around me wards off the bad dreams, and I wake up once, in the middle of the night, to find that I’d flipped around in my sleep. My cheek is plastered to his chest, head tucked under his chin, and I’m wrapped around him like an octopus.

As much as it disturbs me, I let his quiet shush drag me back under.

In the morning, he’s gone.

I stretch out, flipping onto my back, and realize that he must’ve left through the window not too long ago. The spot he was lying in is still warm.

I shiver. It isn’t that I dislike what happened… it’s just that I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t ask for his attention or his torment. And even if I’m into Caleb, he’s twisted. He’s getting into my head. And I need him out.

This is exactly what I asked for the other night. I left my window open for the devil and was upset when he didn’t come.

My head hurts from the confusion of it all.

Riley picks me up for school, telling Robert—my usual, trusty ride—that we need girl-talk before school. Once we’re locked away in her car, an iced coffee in hand, she glances at me. “Are you going to spill, or what?”

“Spill about…”

“Everything, Margo. I think it’s time we talked about your secrets.”

I scowl. “Your bribery isn’t going to work.”

She rolls her eyes and reaches into her backseat, revealing a bag from the coffee shop. I open it, staring down at the muffin.

“Okay, the bribery might work,” I say. “I knew Amelie and Savannah in elementary school. And Caleb, of course.”

“Right. You knew more than just them, I’d reckon.”

“Well, yeah. But they’re the important ones. I just… Amelie said she’s dating Caleb? That he’s her boyfriend.” I gnaw on my bottom lip. “He snuck into my room last night.”

She gasps. “Excuse me?”

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