Chapter Six
Macgrath
Iwoke roughly,half sitting on the bed. Groaning, I lay back amid the tangle of sheets and pressed a hand over the center of my damp chest. I glanced down and groaned again. The sheet was tented over my hips, likely due to the fact that my dick was hard as a rock.
Two days ago, I’d told Ava that all my dreams were of her. It wasn’t a lie. Since the first time I saw her, she haunted me. My dreams had never been so vivid and realistic. And now they were sexy as hell.
Though I’d never seen Ava naked, my subconscious seemed to have its own ideas about how her body would look. Down to a small beauty mark on her left hip.
In the dream tonight, I’d been lying on my back, staring up at Ava as she rode me. Her skin glistened with a fine sheen of sweat and a flush in her cheeks that spread down her neck and chest. Her hips rocked in a slow, steady rhythm, driving me insane. I gripped her hips and silently urged her to move faster. She chuckled, low and wicked, but refused to heed my direction. Instead, she slid down my dick until our bodies were completely merged and remained motionless, except for squeezing me tightly with her inner muscles.
“Fuck. Me.” My voice sounded more animal than human, which was exactly how I felt right now.
Ava laughed again and shook her head. “I’m on top, therefore I’m in charge.”
In a blur of motion, I grasped her hips and flipped us, eliciting a sharp gasp from her throat. I withdrew slowly before thrusting deep and hard into her pussy. She arched and gasped again, throwing her head back against the pillow.
Whether she meant it as an invitation or not, I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to her throat, feeling my fangs lengthen behind my lips. “And now I’m in charge,” I whispered.
I bit her then and she screamed, her pussy clamping down hard on my cock as she came immediately. I pinned her beneath me as my hips pounded into hers and she writhed with her orgasm.
Then, just as I was about to come, I woke up. Now I was lying on my bed, desperate for release.
“Fuck,” I growled, my hand sliding down my body to grab hold of my dick. My balls ached with the need to come.
I grasped my dick and closed my eyes. I pictured Ava as I stroked firmly, letting the images from my dream fill my mind. I imagined her breasts swaying with the movement of her hips and tightened my grip.
When I came, I said her name.
Sweat slicked my skin as I collapsed against the mattress, my breath coming hard and fast. The sky was still dark, dawn hours away.
The sheets were damp with my sweat and come. Even if I changed them and showered, sleep wouldn’t be possible again tonight.
Sighing heavily, I threw back the sheet and climbed out of bed. Naked, I gathered the sheets from the bed and carried them through the house into the closed-sized laundry room just off the kitchen. The stacked washer and dryer were tiny, meant for a small apartment rather than a house, but they got the job done.
Once the washer was running, I headed to the shower. Hot water rained down on me, washing away the remnants of sleep from my brain. As I lathered my hair, I realized that the short length suddenly felt alien. In my dream, the strands had been longer, brushing my collar and jaw. For centuries I’d kept my hair unfashionably short. Irrationally, I hated long hair and cropped it close to my scalp on a regular basis.
Idly, I wondered about that small detail, focusing on the change in my physical appearance. It prevented me from wondering if fucking Ava in real life would be as mind-blowing as the dream.
Cutting off that train of thought before it could derail me, I finished my shower quickly, twisting the hot water tap off to rinse my body under the icy flow. More awake and no longer turned on, I dried off and dressed before glancing at my phone.
Five a.m.
Unlike all the vampire legends that humans perpetuated, my kind weren’t relegated to darkness for eternity. Like many predators, our excellent vision and hearing made hunting at night much easier. The darkness was helpful camouflage rather than necessity. Humans were less likely to notice the physiological changes, like fangs and supernatural speed, at night.
When they finally did realize that they were in danger, they were already snared, their minds rolled and open to any suggestions a vampire might want to plant there. Other supernatural creatures such as witches and shifters were not as susceptible, but they could still be controlled in the right circumstances.
However, I was up with the sun despite the fact that I rarely went to bed before midnight. I required very little sleep as long as I had a steady supply of blood.
That being said, the modern custom of coffee in the morning was one I’d adopted happily. I liked the warm bitter brew. The caffeine didn’t truly affect me, but I enjoyed the ritual and usually made a pot of coffee every morning.
I was sipping my first cup when my cell rang. I glanced at the screen, surprised to see that it was Callum.
“Callum,” I greeted him, lifting the phone to my ear.
“Macgrath,” he replied. Then he fell silent.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. He said it would be twenty-four hours before he contacted me and it had been a little over twelve.
