Page 71 of Dark OZ

I had to admit, she’d caught my curiosity. “And how do you suggest we do that?”

“I’ll tell you one of my nightmares, and then you replace it with a new, better memory.” Her hand skimmed over my stomach, resting along the band of my boxers. Suddenly, I was liking this idea a whole lot. “But you have to go first.” She bit down on her lower lip, looking unbelievably delicious. “Tell me what you were just dreaming about.”

Thea pushed up on her hands and knees, hovering over me. The curtain of her dark hair hung over one shoulder. “Go on.” She leaned down, and her lips grazed too damn lightly over the skin just below my navel. Her soft lips brushed the line of hair as she spoke, awakening every impulse in my body. “What scares the scarecrow?”

Alarm bells rang in my ears, drowning out everything but the sound of that one word—Scarecrowe. I ran my hand down her arm, lifting her back up. “Where did you hear that name?”

“Nowhere. I was just being funny. From the look of death on your face, I’m guessing it’s anything but. Does it mean something?” She innocently stole a kiss from me, dissolving my shock and replacing it with something entirely more carnal. Her tongue teased at my lips before dropping to my jaw and running down my neck.

I swallowed hard. Thea moved with the flexing muscle, making sure to kiss each swell.

“Tell me,” she purred with a seductive voice that was impossible to deny.

“It was me, in my past fucked up life. Before the guys and I started YBR, we worked for Nick’s dad.” Thea’s nails softly raked over the curves of my abdomen. It was distracting enough I stopped talking, forgetting exactly what I was supposed to be telling her, and became laserfocused on the trajectory of her hand. When my story paused, so did those stalking digits. There was more devil in this girl than her angelic features let on.

“I showed a natural proclivity for coercion and intimidation. He’d send me to scare away anyone who might be trying to move in on the Morphea trade and remove the carrion.”

“The Scarecrowe.”

I nodded. “It was my name.”

That sinful hand dipped below the waistband of my boxers, raking her nails slowly up my inner thigh. Her knuckles briefly brushed my painfully stiff erection. It seemed like I was permanently hard around her. The muscles along my spine flexed in an effort to keep myself still. The immediate impulse was to flip Thea off of me and bend her to my mercy. I wanted to demand that she relinquish all control because I’ve never been truly comfortable being at anyone else’s. For Thea, I would try.

“What did you do to them?”

My jaw tensed. I didn’t want to share this part of myself with her. I wanted to show her only kindness, not reveal that the man responsible for those fleeting smiles was actually the boogieman.

“I sent messages in broken bones and severed flesh.” Her fingers drifted up the length of my cock, gently wrapping around the shaft and sliding in one long stroke. I sucked in a breath. “Devil be damned, your hands are soft.”

I reached for her. She smacked my hand away and purposefully pressed it into the soft batting of the mattress. Her message was clear,“Not your turn.” Yet.

She sat up, hooking the sides of my boxers. “Continue.”

“You have a surprisingly wicked side to you. Did you know that?”

Her eyes glittered. “No, I just don’t appreciate having the few things I ask for denied.”

“Then be careful of what you ask for because Thea, I will never deny you…anything.”

She grinned, tapping my hips. I lifted them in invitation allowing her to pull my boxers free. My erection stood proudly between us, more than ready for some attention. She made no small show of gazing down at it. Fuck, the look in her eyes was pure deviance.

“And…keep talking, pretty boy.” For emphasis she leaned down and blew a drawn-out breath over the head of my dick.

“Fucking hell. Okay.” I was seriously starting to regret the times I’d drawn out her pleasure. Right now, I would give anything to see those pink lips wrap around my cock. I guess that was the point, and to think I’d said I was the one gifted with coercion.

I gritted my teeth, drawing a slow breath through them. Which was nearly impossible with how fast my heart was racing. “I’ve heard enough of your screams this week to know exactly what you would sound like being tort—”

My words cut off, and my brain short-circuited. Thea sat up, one leg thrown over my hips so that every beautiful, glistening inch of her body was on display.

She took my hand from where I was gripping the sheets and sucked my index finger into her mouth. Her tongue flattened against its length, then swirled expertly around the tip.

I was wrong.NowI would do anything. If there was any blood left in my body, it was below my waist. That racing pulse I’d fought against to breathe was now thrumming solidly in my dick, leaving me light headed.

My finger, held hostage between her teeth, she inclined her chin to me. A silent command to continue.

“I dreamt of you beneath my blade, your blood coating my hands and screams of pain on your beautiful lips.”

She trailed my wet finger between her breasts, sinking between her spread thighs, parting the flesh so that the slick pad made direct contact with her clit. She shuddered, letting out a low moan that made her entire body roll against mine. “Did it sound like that?”

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