I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to picture Drew instead. It didn’t work. I was too aware of my Drustan hallucination sitting next to me.
I grumbled, sitting up and getting to my knees next to him, “Do you want me or not?”
The pinch between his brows smoothed at my words. His pale pink lips parted at my question, and his golden gaze dragged over my body.That’s more like it.
“Do you want me?” he asked. He was staring at my stomach while licking his lips. I glanced down, forgetting what I was wearing. I wore a silk spaghetti strap tank top, but I was a tall woman, so it exposed an inch or two of skin between that and the hem of my silk pajama shorts. I glanced up at him with a bite on my bottom lip, gently dragging my index finger across my exposed waist.
“I want you very badly,” I admitted. Drustan was mouthwatering. I could admit it to myself in my stoned state of mind. Something about his height and muscle and voice and piercing gold eyes and dark red hair just did it for me.
Warmth was already pooling in my lower belly at the thought of him touching me. Something flickered across Drustan’s expression before he leaned toward me. His hand wrapped around my hip, and right when he started pulling me closer, he stopped.
“What the—” I stammered when he stopped. He released his hold on my waist, so I grabbed his large hand with both of mine and tried to put it back on me.
“Ah, did you drink this?” Drustan asked with a mischievous look in his eye. “Is this why you’re so friendly?” It took me a moment to realize he held my empty tea mug; he must have grabbed it off my nightstand with his other hand. He sniffed it once, before smirking and glancing up at me.
“Sure did,” I nodded, “Anyway…” I awkwardly wabbled over him, pressing my body against his side as I looped both of my arms around his neck.
He wassowarm.
He had a very large neck. Supported by firm shoulders that my hands squeezed of their own volition. I wanted to feel his large hands on me again. I wanted to be able toenjoyit this time. This tea made me very horned up.
Drustan released a whimper in his throat. His hot breath fanned against my shoulder, and I shivered from the feel of it. I slowly slid my hands up his neck, tangling my fingers into his hair.
“This color reminds me of blood,” I murmured against him. I inhaled through my nose. Thank god he smelled good. Spicy. My drugged-up brain knew exactly what I needed right now.
“Don’t tempt me, Vanessa.” Both of his large hands gripped my waist as his fingertips pressed into my skin. “I’m not an honorable male.” I shushed him before dragging the pad of my tongue up his neck like the animal inside me demanded. He tastedgood.
I mean, he just tasted like skin.
But my tongue reacted as if I had just licked a decadent ice cream cone.
Something buzzed in me from the action.
These were quite possibly the best drugs I’d ever taken.
“Vanessa,” Drustan groaned, tilting his head back to give me more room. “I’m not confident you won’t regret this when your mind is clear.”
“Shh,” I whispered against his ear, before nipping at his earlobe. “This isn’t real. It doesn’t count.” The point of his ear made me giggle, because what grown ass man had pointy elf ears like this? I traced the shape of it with my index finger. It twitched from my caress.
“Vanessa, it—it would very much count,” he murmured. “I would ensure you understood just how much it counts, actually.” He used his grip on my waist to pull me off of him, making me sit back on my heels. The pinch in his brow illustrated an entirely new emotion.
Drustan looked hungry.
But I glanced down, taking in what had just happened. Because he had just…pushed me off of him.
“No, this isn’t right.” I shook my head with my words, resting my own hands against either side of my neck. Oh, wow. My own touch felt good, too. Okay. That’s fine.
“Hmm.” Halluci-Drustan, or maybe Dru-cinagin, sighed while tucking a strand of my dark curly hair behind my ear. “No. I guess you wouldn’t think so.” His eyes softened, and I blinked, struggling to clear my vision enough to find heat in his eyes. Flushed cheeks. Anything to indicate he wanted me.
I…couldn’t find anything.
What the hell?
I groaned. “You’re supposed toravishme.” I dragged one hand up into my hair, while the other slid down my front. It pulled the low neckline of my tank down, almost creating a nip slip. Drustan grumbled something incoherent to himself before he clasped my hand with his to hold it still.
“Do you even know who I am, Vanessa? Where you are?” Drustan asked me. He looked amused at my behavior. Like aman watching a show. He shook his head once, as if clearing his thoughts.
“…Is that a request?” I quoted the words he whispered in my mind back at Bandthral. Drustan’s eyes locked on me then, and the intensity of them made me lose my breath. He was so focused on me;maybeI could convince him to keep touching me.
