Page 24 of Loving Nightmares
“Holy shit,” I cried out. “You’re so deep.” Like so incredibly fucking deep that it was painful yet so incredibly pleasureful.
“You are milking my cock, precious, I’m going to come—”
And I needed him to come instead of me. I was shaking, nearly crying with frustration and the need to come—
The orgasm blasted through me.
It was like I’d left the physical realm as pure pleasure turned my body and brain into a euphoric mess. I cried out his name as he continued to stroke into me, and when I heard the roar of my name, our magic collided into one as he spilled his seed inside of me.
Every ounce of death magic he possessed ran through me, like a shot of adrenaline straight to the heart, causing me to feellightheaded and dizzy, visions of his past running through my head as my heart stuttered for a moment before continuing. His magic was vibrant and dangerous, growing larger inside of me before it exploded out and flooded back into him.
As it pulsed out of me, I was left with a sense of contentment I would never fully get used to. Tears streamed down my face, and Amun groaned as he felt the effect of our bond. His hand tightened in the sheets next to my head, trying to keep himself upright. I tightened around him as his cock pulsed again, making me wonder if he had come inside of me again…
I couldn’t fully hear anything or think, or do anything but lay there in a haze of perfection. In fact, the only thing I did feel was Amun’s cock pulling out of me. I whimpered in distress, not wanting him to leave me, and a distant chuckle told me he knew why I was upset.
When I was pulled into his arms and carried from the bed, I didn’t think twice about it, burying my head in his neck. Even when we stepped into the shower and hot water ran over me, I didn’t move as my feet touched the ground. Amun supported me, washing my frame and kissing my skin. I had no idea why the effects of the bond were causing me to feel so intensely, even more than normal—
“I think the more bonds you create, the stronger it affects you,” Amun murmured. “In fact, I have a feeling—”
“Get the fuck out here, Amun,” Saint’s voice boomed from the other side of the bathroom door, making me smile. Not because of his tone, but at the idea of seeing my mate.
“I’m going to fucking kill him—” Razar’s voice was cut off by Zain’s more calm one, although I couldn’t hear exactly what he said.
Amun sighed, turning off the water and chuckling. “Yeah, Saint may be right.”
“About what?” I asked as he wrapped me in a robe, tucking and tying it around me.
“I keep getting myself into these situations.”
10
ARABELLA
I now realizedwhatsituations he was referring to.
Murmuring to myself and shaking my head, I sat on Amun’s lap while patching up the gash on his eyebrow. I knew it was in the nature of nightmares to fight, and none of them seemed bothered by it, but I still didn’t like the injuries on Razar or Amun, even if small. I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised—Razar didn’t know how I was feeling, so he assumed I was injured…but I was still mad at him.
Although ‘mad’ was an extremely loose term. I had still patched up the cut on his left cheek and kissed him, but other than that, it was thecompletesilent treatment.
Sort of.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her give you the silent treatment,” Damian mused, looking elated as Razar damn near pouted.
What did he expect?! He’d hit first.
“It’s refreshing,” Blackwell agreed, taking a sip of his drink. I didn’t know what it was, but I didn’t think it was alcohol despite the fancy glass.
“You and Damian have deserved every single time that’s happened,” I pointed out as Amun gently ran a hand up my back. I noticed briefly that the mark on my arm was lined with a gold that hadn’t been there before, like a slight shimmer. I loved it.
I had to assume it had to do with our mating, an explosion of power that had sent all my mates coming to find us.
“I can vouch for that,” Zain agreed, making me smile.
“I’ve never gotten the silent treatment,” Saint boasted, the cocky smile on his face making me nearly sigh like I was…well, stupidly in love. Which I was.
He wasn’t wrong, though. It was really hard to stay mad at Saint, especially with how damn persistent he was.
“What is the silent treatment, exactly?” Ashur asked. “Is it when Arabella refuses to speak to you?” I could tell by the furrowing of his brow that he didn’t like the concept of that at all.
