There’s all this proof that there is a hell all around me. Demons like Phoenix are a surplus here. Angels. I’ve never met one. They’re lie for all I know.
But the curses someone like my best friend here is damned with, it just makes me believe that someone out there thinks he should be punished.
I hate them for that.
I hate them for hurting him.
And there’s nothing I can do about it.
Big green eyes open slowly, his bare chest rising and falling in rapid heaps of air.
The tensing of his throat makes me wonder just how dry his mouth is for him to keep swallowing so hard like that. His wild eyes shift to me and my smirking face.
“Is the sweet little prodless a good fuck?”
He pushes up from his mattress so fast, I don’t even have time to react, until his lips are against mine, tasting me deeply. I can’t keep up. Big hands slide along my back and he pulls me down to him, rolling us until I’m pinned perfectly beneath him. The smooth planes of his chest press into mine, his cock grinding into me relentlessly and I thrust against him with more quiet groans slipping between my lips, his fingers fisting my dark hair hard enough to hurt.
I groan against him, the pain building to a demanding pleasure.
Harder and harder he grinds his dick against mine and harder and harder he kisses me, bruising our lips as he seems to search for something.
And then he pulls back, a frustrated breath pushing from his lips, his teeth grinding with the murderous look in his gaze. His head shakes back and forth with agitation growing in him, his palms pushing through his short red hair with a bit too much force.
“She really fucked with you, huh?” I can’t catch my breath, but I can’t help the excitement spiraling through me either.
I knew she’d get to him.
“She fucking... she made me come, and I felt... I felt everything,” His words shake with so much anger you’d think he wasn’t talking about how good the Prodless’s pussy felt.
“You felt it? Like really felt it?”
He nods.
My fingers glide down the hard lines of his chest and when my palm slides around his thick shaft, he just stares down blankly. With slow strokes of my wrist, he watches, making me so hard it fucking hurts.
His muscles, his dick, the way he moves, and the natural way he knows how to work his body in the best way with someone else's, it’s all sinful sexuality and I can’t help but remember how good he feels when we’re like this together.
But his features never change.
He’s erect and ready. But nothing whatsoever happens. Not for him. Not ever.
Except today.
“It was just a dream,” Phoenix whispers on a vacant breath.
My touch slips away and if I had a heartbeat, it would be a sad little pathetic sound right now.
Words that go unsaid cling to the surrounding silence.
It was more than just a dream.
The bed shifts hard beneath his weight and he shoves out of the small space, his perfect ass demanding my attention as he flings the closet door open. Slowly he pulls on a pair of khakis, his gaze lost along the dirty floor and the meddled thoughts I can see shifting across his face. One button after the other, he adjusts his shirt until it’s hugging the form of his biceps perfectly. He grabs the red tie from the rack and hangs it carelessly over his broad shoulders.
His empty eyes meet mine, jawline set so hard I think it might crack across his flawless features.
“I have to get to Demonology.” He grabs a binder off the small square table near the door and with his cock still straining his pants, he walks out.
My head hits his lumpy pillow, a sigh tumbling from my lips.
I knew the pretty little feck would get to him.
It’s only a matter of time now.
My eyes close peacefully.
“Why the hell does it smell like a teenager’s dirty beat-off sock in here this morning?” Malek growls from the bunk above me, his heightened senses clearly giving away far too much of what he missed out on.
Mmm, that’s just the smell of my success.
Ten
Izara
It happens in what I can only assume is the middle of the night. My endless loneliness finally comes to an end. The breath knocks from my lungs and I land on the thin mattress of my bunk with a gasp tearing from my throat.
Muted moonlight pales the room and the first thing I do is look up at the incubus across from me. The vivid dreams were so real that I can taste his mouth against mine, his dick buried so deep inside me I can still feel him there.
But he’s sound asleep now. Not thinking of me at all, I’m sure.
I wonder if he worried about me, thought about me the way I strangely thought so much about him.
It’s a stupid thing to consider. He’s not my real boyfriend. He’d be a terrible real boyfriend. He’s a shitty person in general, so it’s only natural to imagine him as a shitty friend, partner... lover.
Then why I am I still thinking about him?
He did something. I don’t believe those dreams were just innocent—incredibly dirty—dreams.
Is the incubus really powerful enough to somehow control or manipulate my unconscious mind?
I arch an accusing eyebrow at the peaceful sleeping demon.
I’ll have to be careful around him from now on.
Not just when I’m awake, I guess.
Springs groan under shifting weight. Movement shuffles in the darkness and then a lean body covered in swirling black lines slips down from the bunk across from mine. Malek’s dark hair and amber eyes look completely black in the shadows of the room. He holds his finger to his lips before bending down to meet me at eye level, his boxers sliding up his strong thighs as he kneels there.
“Scoot over,” he whispers, his accent cutting into his deep masculine voice.
The pull of my brows is just the start of my confusion because the moment I shift, a gorgeous, half naked werewolf slides into bed with me.
Wow. These dreams of mine are really getting elaborate.
But I’m not dreaming. I know I’m not because instead of kissing me senseless, he keeps his hands sweetly to himself, his body heat washing over me and surrounding me with that scent of deep pine. He’s close, but not touching. Respectfully so.
“What are you doing?” I lie flat on my back, looking up into the shine of those dark whiskey-colored eyes.
“What’s the deal with you and Phoenix?” he asks with so much seriousness in his features that it’s unsettling.
Instead of searching for a real answer to give him, the memories of my dream flood into me and heat creeps over my cheeks until it’s hard to pretend to breathe rationally.
Little clips of air meet my lungs and I try my very best not to sound like an orgasmic, breathless idiot. “What do you mean?”
He shifts at my side and tries again. “He said you were dating. Why would he say that?”
Right. Dating. Kind of.
“Phoenix protected me yesterday. Several people keep telling me I’m weak here. I’m not. I’m not fucking weak. I’m...careful.” My head shakes at how off track I’m getting. “I need someone like Phoenix to help me. Not only to protect me from the others but…”
His thick brows lower over his pretty eyes. “But?”
“But to protect them from me,” I whisper so quietly the words barely come out.