Maybe things were falling into place for us.
34
LAYLA
Fire rose on both sides of the long stretch of road. I was running for my life, screaming for them to stop. “Please!”
A pinging noise made its way into the deep recesses of my brain, jarring me into sitting up position. Disoriented, I blinked several times, trying to figure out where I was. The room was dark with a ray of light spraying in from the window. The clock on the nightstand read 3:00 a.m.
I kicked off the covers as sweat coated my naked body. That pinging noise started again. I flicked on the bedside lamp, and my phone’s screen brightened with a text from Sam:I’m on my way up.
He’d left hours before to finalize tactics and strategies for the meeting with my uncle. I thought he would’ve been back already.
I propped the pillow against the fabric headboard and shook off the remnants of my dream. Then I noticed another text from Jordyn:Hey, I tried to call but you must be asleep or with Sam. I made it to Boston. The apartment is fab. Call me before you take off in the morning.
I hadn’t been able to shake the macabre chills since Tripp showed us those slides of Noah talking to Lester. Maybe that was the reason for my dream—or what I could remember of it, anyway. Fire and…
The steel door opened, and Sam strutted in with an air of danger as menace poured off him. “Well, this is a nice surprise. I thought you’d be asleep.” He locked us in as his gaze devoured every inch of my naked body.
“I had a bad dream.”
He started peeling off his clothes. “Want to talk about it?”
“Nothing to talk about. It was darkness and fire. Then I woke up.”
“Sounds like you’re having PTSD about that night.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. It was a nightmare to see you hanging over the fire. But enough about that. I need a distraction or to do something to keep my mind from wandering.” We were scheduled to fly out at around eleven the next morning, which meant we had plenty of time to tumble between the sheets.
He fixated on my tits. “I want to suck those babies until the sun comes up. Is that a good enough distraction?”
I gently rubbed my breasts. “You can’t have these. They’re sore.”
He grinned as his green eyes flickered to a glowing silver. “I’ll be gentle.” He tore the leather strap from his hair and shucked off his boxer briefs.
Sheer power and dominance rippled across the room. Waves of heat and lust wrapped around me, and I moaned as if he was licking my pussy.
With slow, casual steps, he came toward me, stroking his erection.
I lost my breath and my mind. Nothing mattered anymore except having him inside me.
He crawled onto the bed like an expert cat burglar about to snag the most expensive jewel in the world.
A squeal escaped as my breath caught in my throat. The anticipation of his tongue on my clit had my stomach in knots as though it was the first time we’d seen each other naked.
He peppered light kisses over my left breast. “I heard that pregnant women are quite horny.”
I snorted. “How do you know this?”
“I’ve been reading.”
Shock rendered me speechless. There was so much I didn’t know about the alpha vampire.
“Your lust is strong tonight, baby doll.”
“Is that so?” I was still processing his admission that he’d been learning about pregnancy.
But my astonishment vanished as he straddled me before adjusting my body so I was lying flat. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was husky as he positioned his hands on either side of my head and lowered his lips to ghost over mine. “Fast, slow, or somewhere in between.”
