It took a few minutes, but eventually, my eyes closed fully. The moment I slipped into a dream, he slid in after me.
four
MERRILY
I’d never had morethan an ounce of control over my dreams with Grayson, and this one was no different.
We were in the meeting room the Cabinet used, but the long, rectangular table was empty other than us. I sat in my chair, at one end of the table. He sat in his, on the other. Twenty seats separated us, and I didn't look at any of them.
Or the expensive stone tile beneath my bare feet.
Or the paintings on the walls, a few of which had been created by Liv's mate before they were together.
All I saw washim.
The demon king I wanted obsessively. He was still completely naked, his dark blond hair wild and messy as he sat with his legs propped up on the table, a hand behind his head while he took me in.
Like always, the lust in the air was so thick I could hardly breathe. The need and pleasure his magic provided for me was irresistible.
I'd never managed to keep him out of my dreams.I wanted him too badly.
Grayson's lips curved. The sight alone made me ridiculously, outrageously wet. "My bed feels better with you in it."
"You can't feel your bed when you're in my dreams."
He tilted his head to the side, his smile widening. "Can't I?"
Fuck, I needed to touch myself.
Needed him to touch me.
His magic was heady and overwhelming and so ridiculously delicious. He had me trained to need him like this every night.
"Take those clothes off, Death. You know you're my favorite thing to look at. Let me see you."
I was average height, built curvier and softer than the majority of immortals. He loved that, or at least pretended he did.Considering fate had paired us, I didn’t think he was pretending.
There was no point in acting like I didn't want to strip for him. Not with his magic rolling through the room and my need rolling through me.
No point in pretending the feel of his eyes on my skin wasn't so fucking addictive that it took everything I had not to just climb him. In these dreams, overwhelm couldn't hurt me. The only things that existed were me, Grayson, and pleasure.
I stood long enough to slide my loose pants and my panties down my thighs, before I sat back down on the chair and parted my legs just the way he liked. My bra went over my head, afterward.
"Damn." The growl that escaped him was enough to make my toes curl. "Are you wet for me?"
"You know I am."
"Prove it."
I leaned back in my chair a little and dragged my finger slowly through the slickness around my clit.
The low sound that escaped Grayson was nearly feral.
Some nights, he would only watch me touch myself until he was sated.
Others, he would touch me.
Most nights, he would bury his face between my thighs until I couldn’t think straight,getting me off again and again until he finally fucked me.
