She laughed. “Dear one, we’ve got another dreamer. Orion has mated the sea witch.”
Wait. Sea witch?
Mormo and Kraft said as one, “What?”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Orion woke feeling sore but happy. And he didn’t do happy.
Not feeling happy sounded right in his head. The need to tamp down his negativity and present a bright face to his mate wasn’t there, not like it had been before.
He sighed with relief, turned, and stared at a very naked Kaia.
He froze.
She smiled and traced a finger down his abdomen to his belly, where his cock stirred and stiffly pointed at the creature he wanted like no other. Still. As if they hadn’t spent the entire night fucking until the sun had sent him into a death sleep.
But now, as the sun set, he stared into eyes pricked with blue and smiled. “I feel crabby about life.”
“Good.” Her smile widened. “I’m still not drinking blood and killing people because it’s fun.”
“Uh, okay.” Had they agreed she should do that? He couldn’t think because she followed her finger with her mouth, which settled on that very happy part of him pointing at her.
She took him between her lips and started sucking.
He held her head, dreaming, obviously, but rode out the pleasure as she blew him, taking him to the back of her throat while she cupped his balls and dragged her nails up and down his thighs.
The need to fill her wouldn’t leave him, and he yanked her off him before he came and flipped her to her back then shoved inside her pussy, pounding hard to fill her while she seized around him and moaned his name, milking him dry.
“Fuck, Kaia. Oh man, I can’t...” He jolted, coming again, the pleasure unrelenting.
Finally able to function, he blinked his eyes open and stared into Kaia’s beautiful face. At least, he thought it was Kaia.
“That was amazing.” She smiled, then frowned. “Orion, what’s wrong?”
It sounded like her. It still looked, smelled, and—
“Youbitme.” She gasped.
—tasted like her. But... “Kaia. You’re different.”
“Huh?”
“Your hair.”
She touched her head. “What about it?” She lifted a strand and stared. “What the heck is happening?” She pushed at his chest, and he withdrew, sad to leave her warmth but way too concerned to have another go.
Or so he told his randy dick.
He followed her into the adjoined bathroom and stared over her head at the mirror.
“I’m whiter than a ghost.” Her hair glowed.
“You’re still you.” He felt weak with relief but refused to show it. “Thank the Night. I thought I was having a sexy nightmare. Not cool.”
“Vampires dream?”
“Apparently.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Okay, I’ll say it. You do look a little like your mom. But you’re different enough that I know it’s you. And not just because of your kind eyes.”
