“No man knows till he experiences it, what it is like to feel his own lifeblood drawn away into the woman he loves,”he rasped into my ear.
Another line from Dracula.
I drew back to pin him with a dazed look, my head knocking back against the few books that remained on their shelves, pillowing my head. I’d seen nothing as stunning as Sterling’s stern, marble-sculpted face streaked with red shocks of my own blood.
“Fucking beautiful,” he told me, echoing my own thoughts as he thrust one, two, three more strokes inside me before he covered me on the inside with thick spurts of warm seed.
I came with his third thrust. Stars dotted my vision, blinding me more than the sun swelling over the horizon.
Even when he finished unloading inside me, he didn’t pull out. He just held me there. Rocking me softly, humming a piano melody I recognized as his own composition.
I never wanted this moment to end. It was too perfect. Well, maybe not perfect. It would be perfect if all my mates were here.
Especially Corry. I missed my youngblood.
Time seemed of little consequence here. But that was the dreamscape for you. I could only guess how much time had passed until Sterling pulled back to take me in.
He looked at me a lot in his dreams, not that I blamed him. That was another great thing about the dreamscape. Disabilities were like all of our other problems bound to reality and couldn’t follow us here.
It took a second to adjust to the glaring light of the sun, but as my vision adjusted, I saw his lips curling into a smile. My silver prince was already panty-melting gorgeous. But when he smiled?
Bloody hell. It was absolute heaven.
It reminded me of the first time I’d seen him smile at me like that, with our time in the attic when we first mated.
I reached up, my fingertips tracing the curve of his mouth. “There’s magic on your lips, Priest.”
Chapter twenty-three
Dead Boy's Homecoming
“Ruby,Focus.OrI’lldo what any teacher would for an unruly pupil such as yourself.” Sterling’s command came out hard and icy—an attempt to intimidate me into submission. That tactic would normally work on me…if it wasn’t for the fact that he was trying to get me to focus on the book he held in his lap and not his cock, which was just visible—and still semi-erect—beneath it.
My God. I’d never get over how beautifully made he was. Thick, virile, and still glistening with traces of me. I needed more.
Crawling on my hands and knees across his bed, I tried pushing the book away. He didn’t give me a chance. Capturing my throat, his slender fingers applied the perfect amount of pressure—enough to leave me gasping while the place he’d just fucked stirred with renewed desire.
He snaked his free hand under my skirt and rubbed the pads of his middle and index finger over my seam. His lips quirked at how wet he found me.
“You’re a very sinful girl, Ruby Renada. Tsk on me for thinking that threats of discipline would do anything but excite you.”
I wiggled my hips, so his fingers slipped through my folds. “What are you going to do? Put me over your knee and spank me?”
His eyes flashed, and he tugged me closer until our mouths were nearly touching. “I’m a Catholic, love. I know a thing or two about discipline. I’m more liable to force you to kneel before me—” He gave a dramatic pause. “—and fuck your throat until it’s black and blue. Then we’ll see how quick you are to disobey me again.”
“Sterling—” Before I could get another word out, he pulled his fingers from me, tossed the book aside, and rolled on top of me, pushing me back into the mattress.
With a shift of his hips, he thrust inside me. I moaned, and his hand moved up from my throat, his thumb stroking my lower lip. “There. Maybe that will help my slutty little mate focus. Now, what did I just say?”
Damn him. Having him shoved up inside me was doing the opposite for my concentration. By the wicked quirk of his lips, that was his intention. He was enjoying watching me try and fail to think straight while his cock split me in half, obliterating all hope of intelligent thought.
“Y–you were telling me how I can get you and Corry into the same dream. How it would be easiest if I leave your dreams and lead him here myself. Be—” He paused, a long moan bleeding from me as he started to move at a slow rhythm. “Because you’re older. You have more memories, and it would be hard to guide him here through your dreams.”
“That’s right,” he rasped. “So you were paying attention.”
“Y–yes.”
“Good girl. Now, lay back and take what I give you. I’m going to fuck you until you lose your hold here. It will be just like falling asleep all over again.”
