Now, the fireplace in the little bedroom is flickering softly with pale blue flames as I listen to Baelfire sleeping softly to my right. He tried curling up around me, which was great until I started to break into a cold sweat and couldn’t breathe right after about thirty minutes. He noticed and backed off, instead resting my hand on his chest so I could feel the steady, soothing thrum of his heartbeat as he drifted to sleep.
Apparently, my stupid fucking touch phobia is going to be a bitch to get rid of entirely.
On the other side of Baelfire, Everett looks like a contentedly sleeping angel, the faint blue firelight casting an almost eerie wintry glow to his white-blond hair. I smile when I glimpse some of the hickeys I left behind on his neck, others hidden under his pajama shirt.
Silas is quietly sleeping in the chair in one corner of the room. He fell asleep reading a book he pulled from his pocket void earlier.
Crypt is watching me in Limbo. I’m sure he’s waiting for me to fall asleep.
That makes two of us.
I’m not ready to admit out loud to him or the others that sleep eludes me the more I think about Gideon being here in the mortal realm to hunt me down. Not to mention the looming threat of falling behind on my tasks as thetelum. I haven’t even found etherium yet, let alone hunted down another member of the Immortal Quintet. Melchom hasn’t answered calls, and while I would gladly track down another demon to wring answers out of, I can’t risk getting found by a multitude of enemies who would waste more of my time.
Still…even with the dread hanging over me like a cloud, I can’t help tracing the thin, square House of Elementals emblem now decorating the center of my chest like a delicate rune.
I’m officially bound to Everett Frost.
That painfully gorgeous, conflicted, brooding, adorably awkward, perfectionistic snow angel is all mine.
The rightness of it makes me smile, and finally the Nightmare Prince appears. He’s sitting on the hardwood floor, arms folded on the edge of the bed beside my pillow as he rests his chin on them to gaze dreamily at me. There is also an undeniable edge of lust in his silver-flecked purple eyes.
“Restless, love? I’m happy to send you off to sleep. The only thing I ask in return is that you let me slowly devour that sweet little cunt of yours while you bask in sinful dreams.”
Heat floods my neck and pulses between my thighs.
Gods, he’s silver-tongued—and I wouldn’t mind indulging my somnophiliac as much as he wants. The last time he played with me while I was unconscious, I had the most fantastic sex dream and woke up to all of my matches delirious with need.
It’s one of my favorite memories.
Still, I hesitate. “I was with Everett earlier.”
He hums in agreement. “Are you asking me to wake him up to join? If so, I’m for it. I hardly mind sharing when watching you come undone in so many ways is so delectable. Anything you like tonight, my darling, so long as I get to taste you as you dream.”
Fucking poetic incubus. Now I’m really flushed.
I try to play it off by rolling my eyes. “Imeant, he finished inside me.”
I showered afterward, but still.
His lips turn up devilishly. “Lucky him. What’s your point, love?”
How is he not getting it? “My point is, you don’t want to go down on me after he’s…”
The Nightmare Prince’s grin widens, and he leans to whisper against my ear on the pillow.
“Don’t I?”
Oh, gods. That raspy voice, his accent, his sweet leather scent, and the way he slowly kisses down my jaw…
Okay, this incubus can have whatever the hell he wants. The effect he has on me is completely unfair.
Clear my throat twice in a row, I finally nod, trying to ignore the burning heat and excitement trickling through my system. The idea of him between my thighs while I’m unconscious is doing all kinds of things to me.
Crypt leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Use your words.”
“I told you already. You have my full permission to use me at night. That has no expiration date.”
He groans softly, his voice turning ragged. “Close your eyes. I swear I’ll give you nothing but pleasure.”
