“Have you tried to walk away from me? I mean, in the dream?” I asked.
“Walk away from you?” Star's voice dropped even further. “How the fuck can I do that, Seren? You come into my bedroom and say things . . .” He made a rough sound, somewhere between a moan and a growl. “And you expect me to what—throw you out? Of. My.Mind?!”
“All right, I'm sorry,” I hissed. “I don't mean to say those things, Star. They just come out. It's as if I have no—”
“Resistance,” he finished for me. “I know, love. And still, you expectmeto resist.”
“I don't expect anything. I was just asking because I've tried and failed.”
Star made a huff of sound and then admitted, “I've tried laying a hakhil around myself before I go to sleep.”
“You have?”
“Yes, and it didn't work.”
“I've tried using Light to protect me.”
“Of course you have,” he muttered. “Enough of this, Seren. Nothing can keep us apart. We've proven that.”
“Then we have to try harder.”
“Seren,” Star whispered. “I spend all day thinking about the coming night. Fuck, I automatically adjust my sleep schedule to match yours when you . . .”
“When I visit my husbands,” I finished for him. “I know. I'm just as frustrated as you. When this first started, and I went to visit Raza, I expected to have a night free of these dreams. But there you were.”
The sexy drawl came again. “My body knows when you're in need.” His voice rolled over my skin.
I gasped as my overly sensitized flesh, still wet and aching from what we'd done in our dreams, responded and sent me over the edge into a mini-orgasm.
Star made a happy purr. “Did you just come for me, my naughty little star? Whileawake?”
Yeah, we were both stars by name—Seren meaning “Star” in Welsh and Astaroth having it right there in the middle—andhe loved that. Star often recited poetry about it or something nastier than poetry.
“Star, I can't go on like this.”
He went silent for a moment. “I know.”
“Oh, thank the Gods. Maybe if we—”
“Come to me in the flesh, Seren. Or I will come for you. Do not think you're safe in Fairy. I will fucking tear through the worlds to claim what's mine. You have thirteen days.”
The scry phone went dark.
“Star? Star! Son of a biscuit!” I snapped the leather cover closed. I was shaking again, but this time, it wasn't sexual.
I was scared.
Also, thirteen? Was that a Demon thing, or was Star trying to be cryptic? Motherfucker!
Chapter Two
Lately, it felt as if my life was about sex and taking care of the results of sex—my children. Not that I didn't love sex and my children, but I was getting exhausted. There had been no missions for me to help Killian with on Earth. It was as if the human world had gone silent, waiting for something in the aftermath of the “Angel Revelation.” Then there was Star, taking up my every sleeping moment with wild sexual interludes to slake the desire we'd both been denying for years. As for my waking hours, I only spent three days with each of my husbands—six days in Twilight since Killian and Severriel were both there—so they were all pretty randy by the time I got to them. The rest of my waking hours were dedicated to my kids. And one of those kids was learning to speak and fly at the same time.
I don't mean Mirielle was learning how to do two things at once. I mean, she was building her vocabulary and also learning how to fly with her finally fully formed wings. And the potential Queen of Heaven was worse than my little dragonling with the damn flying.
Ducking again, I cursed and then shouted, “Miri, don't make me come up there!”
I was trying to eat breakfast after the wild sex I'd had with Kill and Sever that morning. After the scry with Star. And yes, both of them together. Sometimes, those two liked to share. It meant they got extra time with me. Because I loved them, I didn't tell them that it was doubly tiring for me, especially after we'd gone a few rounds the night before. At least this morning, they'd done most of the heavy lifting, as it were. Still, after the night I spent with Star and then our talk, the sex with Kill and Sever had worn me out. I was mentally and physically exhausted. Very satisfied, but exhausted.
