Page 37 of Gods of Prey
“Probably not.” I lean down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “But I’m finding there are a lot of things I shouldn’t do when it comes to you.”
She closes her eyes at the contact, and I feel her relax completely against me. When she reopens them, something else resides behind her stare.
Something mischievous.
Her hand slides up my arm, slender fingers tracing every muscle as they pass. Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth as her hips begin to circle against mine, creating just enough friction for my erection to begin pressing into her center through our clothes.
The same erection that was standing at attention when she was watching me shower. What I couldn’t admit then was that it was her white hair I was imagining wrapped around my fist.
My brows pull together in a confused frown as I lift my gaze to meet hers, shocked to find the knowing little smirk she’s wearing.
Talking to her in my dreams is one thing. Fucking her?
That feels like a step too far into Awkward territory.
“I don’t know if we should—” I begin to protest, but it’s hollow. My palms wrap around her hips and guide them in bigger circles.
“We should,” she interrupts in a husky voice. Before I can express any more doubts, she grabs her shirt and yanks it over her head, her two pale, perfectly plump breasts bouncing right in my line of sight. “Stop trying to be so stoic all the time. No one can see us here. No one has to know. Just let go.”
I consider her for a moment, torn in half.It’s a dream. No one has to know, just like she said.
Or I said?
Fuck, this is confusing.
With my mind made up, I release all my restraint and lean forward, taking her breast into my mouth. Sienna releases a soft sigh, arching her back in a way that shoves her breast even further against my tongue.
Lifting my hips, I press my cock against her clothed center, and she moves her hips in deeper circles to add friction. In a single blink of an eye, all of our clothing disappears altogether and I don’t know if it was a trick of my mind, or if I used divine magic, but I can’t get myself to care either way.
Everything that happens next is a frenzy. She lifts her hips a few inches, reaching between her legs to grab up my cock and line it up with her. Gazing at me through her lashes, her lips twitch with a smile as she relaxes back down, enveloping me with her surprising warmth.
I nearly finish right there.
Death shouldn’t feel so gods damn good.
She eases all the way down and finds an easy rhythm, wrapping her hands around my neck to pull me in closer so she can capture my mouth in a desperate kiss. Her tongue pressed against the seam of my lips, and I open up to her immediately. I fold, just as I always seem to do for her.
I lean into the moment, allowing my hands to roam all over her body—from her breasts to her hips to her ass. She groans against my mouth, her movements becoming more desperate as our pleasure builds and the wave begins to crest over us. I snake my hand between our writhing bodies to rub her clit and send her over the edge before I embarrass myself and finish too early.
But my own ecstasy is building even faster, and as she grinds against me, I can’t stop the electric feeling buzzing up my spine. I move my thumb faster against her clit and she grasps my shoulders for stability as her orgasm takes hold of her body. Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her muscles going taut. I whimper—fuckingwhimper—as my own release follows directly behind hers.
As the last of my arousal fills her, she slumps against my chest and rests her cheek on my shoulder, clearly feeling as boneless as I do.
My only solace for coming undone like such a pubescent little twat is that she’s equally affected.
“This is going to complicate everything,” she murmurs into my neck.
“It already has.”
“What happens when we wake up?”
I consider this. In reality, it doesn’t matter. Whenever I wake up, she’ll be there. The same brooding, disobedient goddess who goes against everything I ask of her. But I still feel like I should answer. “I don’t know. Maybe we go back to being enemies working toward a common goal.”
“And if we can’t?” she asks quietly. “If we can’t go back to the way things were?”
“Then we figure it out,” I say, tightening my arms around her. “Together.”
None of this is real, anyway.
