“I don’t want to sleep all day, especially with you guys being gone tonight,” I murmured, wanting to push past the fatigue I felt from last night. I knew they always came back, but there was an instinctual, panicked part of me that always clung to them in the hours before they went on missions. The concern that they may not come home or that I could lose them in some way was very real, very overwhelming. Probably the closest I ever got to legitimate fear.
“Humans sleep when they are tired, so if you need it, you should,” he rationalized, my eyes darting to his mouth as he spoke. His fangs flashed, making my skin prickle as I wiggled closer to him, wishing they were back near my neck.
I knew what I wanted was dangerous, but that just turned me on. Cy wouldn’t hurt me, but I did want to know how his teeth and other parts of him felt buried inside of me, desperately. I even wanted to know how his venom felt running through my veins, because everything told me it would feel good, even if it wasn’t supposed to. Even if it was on the line of pleasure and pain.
You know, I was starting to think I may have some odd kinks…
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, wishing that I could taste him. That I could run my tongue along the markings that littered his skin.
Inhaling sharply, I tried to shake myself, feeling as though I was growing more impossibly frustrated and flushed by the moment. My nipples tightened painfully against the lace of my bra as I pressed my thighs together, trying to control my reaction, knowing that he was watching every inch of my expression. He could probably tell how much he affected me, and instead of feeling ashamed by that, I wanted to know how he felt about it. I wanted to press even closer to him and see just how hard he still was… or maybe to even make him harder. I had the ridiculous urge to tease the man until his willpower broke.
Instinctively, I knew it would yield dangerously delightful results.
“But if you aren’t sleeping, why would I?” I teased, running my fingers up his chest to brush them against his tattooed neck. A low growl broke from his throat, despite his face staying void of the need I could feel in his body, making me know he hadn’t meant to release the noise. Unfortunately for him, being half-exhausted and turned on, the noise encouraged me, and I continued to run my fingers along his neck, letting my nails trail his skin as he tried to restrain a near shudder rolling through his frame.
Honestly, it boosted my confidence way too much.
“Pixie, if you aren’t sleeping in my bed, we shouldn’t be in here,” Cy murmured, his eyes melting into a silver as his pupils shifted into a slightly narrower shape. A stream of excitement soared through me as my nails dug against his throat, the action causing his hand on my waist to tighten enough that it was nearly bruising. I loved it. I couldn’t look away from his gaze though, feeling absolutely mesmerized and caught up in it. Caught up in the need I saw there.
“Why?” I questioned, knowing I was pushing him. His eyes ran down from my gaze to where my frame was laid out practically underneath him before moving back up to my lips. He hesitated momentarily before inhaling sharply and sitting up, leaving me laying on his abandoned pillow, feeling far colder than before. I fought the urge to reach out to him, my fingers twitching as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes closing as if he was trying to gather himself.
Honestly, my confidence moments ago was retreating, and I tried my best to hang onto it. I felt emboldened today, and while I didn’t know if that had to do with my concern over the mission tonight or something else, I wasn’t fully ready to give it up.
“Cy.” I swallowed a bit nervously, letting my fingers lightly brush his back as a shudder actually rolled over him this time, his eyes flashing open. I wasn’t positive what exactly I wanted from him besides to feel his body pressed against mine and his lips on my skin like before, so I offered a small and weak protest against his attempt to distance. “Please? I like your lips on me, even if it’s only like when we woke up.”
I wanted so much more than that, but I would take anything, and I was hoping I wouldn’t regret my boldness when I woke up more.
A squeak left my throat as I found myself pressed into his bed, his hard body caged above me so I could feel every part of it against mine, my hands trapped over my head by his. Cy’s eyes were now completely silver, and his pupils had narrowed into full slits as he examined my expression in a way that I could only describe as predatorial. A shiver wracked through me as a moan caught in my throat at how hard I could feel he was, the length of him pressed against my stomach causing me to shift against him. My entire body felt like it was being licked by icy flames that managed to heat and cool me at the same time, causing a heady reaction that had me feeling dizzy.
I couldn’t even tell you how many times I had imagined us just like this but with my legs wrapped around his hips as he drilled into me, his teeth buried in my neck. It was a dangerous thing, loving nightmares, because you instinctively knew that anything physical was an extreme danger to you… but it literally didn’t matter to me. In fact, if anything, the fact that the danger was so natural to them, a part of them, only turned me on more. I had been in a lot of different situations with Cy over the two years he’d been here, but even I had to admit I had never felt this strong of a tension between us.
It made me wonder where his mind had been while I slept.
“Arabella. We should really go into the other room.” His voice was soft, caressing my ears, but edged in a frustration that wasn’t normal for him. My toes curled as his nose brushed along my cheekbone and caused my entire body to jolt. I don’t think he wanted to leave this position at all, and I had to admit, I was very much a fan of the ‘stay in the sexy monster’s bed’ concept.
“I like being under you,” I admitted breathlessly as his lips paused at my jawline, his cock jumping against my frame and causing heat to once again explode throughout my body. He had to know just how much this was affecting me, right? I mean, holy hell.
A surprised moan left my mouth as his tongue darted out, tasting my skin, as my eyes fluttered shut. A weird, hazy sense of satisfaction surrounded me as my body turned pliant, and I wrapped a leg around his waist, wanting him further against me, scared he would pull away. His energy tightened, crackling in the room, as I began to feel almost euphoric. I had absolutely no idea what was going on, but I was a huge fan of it.
“Fuck.” He pulled away, something seeming to jolt him from his lips and tongue on my skin. The skin there still felt electrified, though, and I bet his mouth would feel absolutely amazing on other parts of me. When his large hands clasped my face, my eyes fluttered open and I offered him a lazily smile, not realizing I’d closed them. Honestly, I had no idea why he suddenly looked so worked up and concerned.
I could stay like this all day with him. Despite feeling more needy than ever for him, this was amazing. Just feeling him against me.
“Pixie, I need you to snap out of it.” Cy’s voice was soft and edged with concern as his eyes swirled between green and silver, distracting me from whatever I was supposed to be focusing on.
“Snap out of what?” My now free hands looped around his neck as I continued to try to nuzzle against him, absolutely loving how he felt against me.
“Cy.” A familiar rough voice had the nightmare on top of me freezing as his head snapped towards the door. I didn’t bother doing the same. In fact, I was rather frustrated that anyone was interrupting us to begin with.