That someone was Caius.
34
Rory heardthe door open shortly before midnight, and moments later, the living room light flicked on. Some of the alcohol had left her system, and the room no longer spun.
She yanked the blanket over her head with a groan. “Turn itoff.”
Sam chuckled softly as the sound of his footsteps grew closer. She lowered the blanket and tried to kill him with her eyes. “Why are you always loud?”
Sera stirred in the chair, but Keith and Kordie were unphased in their drunken slumber.
“You are loud,” Sera agreed, shielding her eyes. “Turn off the light.”
“We will talk in the morning,” he told Rory before switching the light off.
Rory grumbled and turned over, slipping back into a deep sleep.
35
VINCULA
Caius stoodin the middle of the arrowball field with nothing but his pajama pants on. The wildflowers covering the turf made him smile. Their soulscape.
He searched for his mate, and panic set in when he didn’t see her. “Rory?”
A giggle sounded from somewhere down the field, and he smiled as he followed it.
An arm shot up from the tall flowers. “Here I am!”
When he approached, he smiled at the sight of her sprawled out like a child making snow Angels. “What are you doing?” She giggled again, and he crouched down. Rory didn’t giggle. “Are you all right?”
Blindly reaching for his hand, she pulled him down beside her. “My friends and I had a few drinks tonight.”
He chuckled lightly. “Are you drunk, Miss Raven?”
She held her hand up and flipped it side to side. “Tipsy.”
Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips. “I’ve missedyou.”
“Mmm, I missed you, too.” She threw her leg over his lap and straddled him. “A lot.”
When she twined her arms around his neck, her breasts pushed against his chest, and she pressed her mouth to his, running her tongue across his bottom lip. He deepened their kiss as a hunger that would never be satisfied took over.
Fisting her short, brown locks, he tilted her head back and moved his lips down her neck. She moaned and rocked forward. His want was all-consuming, but she was drunk, and he reluctantly stopped his descent.
“You’re drunk,” he murmured.
Her wide eyes blinked at him. “And I would still fuck you if I were sober. You promised you would finish what you started last night.” Grinding against him, she whispered, “You’re my mate.” The shine in her eyes almost did him in. “Please, Caius. I need to feel you.”
He returned his mouth to her neck, licking and sucking, unable to get enough of her taste.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
They flipped over, and he stared down at her. When their eyes met, she nodded slightly. “I’m only tipsy, I swear. We passed out hours ago.”
Looking down at the tight jeans and low-cut shirt she wore, he bit his lower lip. She was a fucking wet dream. He needed her naked. In the blink of an eye, both of their clothes disappeared. He’d forgotten this was only a dream.
Hovering his mouth above one of her nipples, he blew until it pebbled. She arched her back with a moan when he flicked his tongue over the tip. “No time,” she panted. “Fuck me before we wake up.”
