Is he mated?
A tear escaped without my permission. He couldn’t see me weak.
Before the darkness took me, a blanket of softness met my back. I sank into the way-too-comfortable mattress of his bed. My lids grew heavy, locking on the steel-gray crescents of his eyes staring down from above. Angels had halos. He had none. Where was the light?
A rumbling sound, like gravelly laughter, vibrated as the bed dipped under his weight. He wrapped me in his warm embrace.
“Oh, Babygirl. I’m no angel,” he growled.
Then nothing.
No dreams.
No chains dragging me into the past.
No monsters chasing me.
No gasping, pleading for air.
No clouds.
No rain.
No Amos.
And then, there was light.
The shift hit me before I was even fully awake. My body was an inferno, my thighs tensing and toes curling. I was slick—soaking the sheets. The fog of sleep and jello shots evaporated, replaced by a sober, razor-sharp focus. My fingers gripped thick,luscious hair as I slipped into the present. I was breathless, the flick of a tongue on my clit captured my full attention.
“Ah!” I cried out.
My eyes snapped open to find a beast of a man between my thighs. One of my legs was hooked over his shoulder, and a tatted hand gripped my breast. Gray eyes locked onto mine, but he didn’t stop; his tongue licked up the length of my spread lips.
“Dane,” I gasped. His mouth wrapped around my clit and electrical pleasure shot through my core. It was different now—overwhelming. His expert tongue drew an infinity symbol on my clit while his fingers pounded in and out of me. I was so fucking close—I could taste it.
“Good. Feels so good,” I whined. The hand on my breast pinched my nipple. Wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me filled the room as I thrust my hips toward him. His fingers sped up, driving me over the edge. Then I was coming harder than I had in my life.
“Dane!” I moaned. His eyes remained on mine as he sucked up every drop of my orgasm until my hips were jerking, my thighs twitching. When I was spent, he lifted his head, jaw glistening.
Total satisfaction consumed me as I stared down at him. The monsters were gone, and in their place was a devil who worshiped with his tongue.
Secrets
A minute passed before I came down from the high of the orgasm Dane woke me up with—it hit me. I had one trigger, and the sex-god of my dreams chose to do it. Waking up to a man between my legs should have been my living hell. I’d read enough dark stories to know the tropes, but the reality was supposed to be different. Amos had made sure of that. I should have been screaming, clawing my way back to a past I couldn’t escape, but I wasn’t. I was just… warm.
Amos used to take what he wanted from me when he wanted it. No explanation was needed. Nor was consent a thing in his world. I was his—to have and to do with as he pleased. Something so normal for him haunted my sleep. Not only had I made it through the night without a single nightmare, I hadn’t burst into tears when I woke up to Dane’s tongue in my pussy.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Dane asked. His morning voice was lower than normal, gravelly. It made my core tingle. I’d just come all over his face and not even five minutes later I was ready to go again.
“Like what?” I rasped. I’d run a marathon, or I sounded like it. My cheeks flushed, and hopefully he didn’t see my fat. I was alone with a man like this and my only concern was the fact he might notice I never stepped foot in a gym. I snorted. That’s how I knew I was losing it. My Omega instincts purred in agreement, and I chose to ignore the humiliating thrill of it.
“Like you didn’t know I was the devil himself here to feast on your soul,” he chuckled.
“Uh, I…” I trailed off, breaking into a nervous laugh. He leaned down and kissed the beauty mark at the top of my pussy. The laughter died in my throat. There was nothing funny about Dane’s proximity to my spread legs.
“What was that for?” I asked.
“Are you complaining?” He didn’t wait for an answer, pressing kisses to every inch of me.
