"Tell me about your insomnia," I said, as he dragged his hand lazily over my lower belly. My loose, long-sleeved shirt hung over my stomach, but that had never stopped him before.
We never talked like this, in the dreams, but I didn't see why we couldn't.
"There's not much to tell. Tell me about you and Scorch."
"Why? Are you jealous?"
"Obviously. My female ran away from me to hide with a fucking sex god."
"If sex gods existed, you'd fit in that category too," I pointed out.
"No. I feed through sex, but Scorch radiates pleasure."
I nodded lightly. "If you tell me about your insomnia, I'll tell you about me and Darius."
"You're stubborn."
"So are you."
Grayson sighed quietly, but gave in. "Incubi and succubi train ourselves to stay awake while most people sleep, so we can slip into someone's dreams. When we get out, we're worked up beyond belief, and getting back to sleep afterward is difficult."
"Do you..." I trailed off, suddenly regretting the question.
"Do I what?"
"Get yourself off afterward?" The words were hesitant.
"I usually jerk off, yeah. It's just not what my body needs, so I'm not satisfied afterward."
"What does your body need?"
"You, Mer." His hand slipped beneath the waistband of my pants, and I sucked in a breath. The sensations weren't nearly as blissful now that I knew what it felt like to have real, good sex, but still felt good. "That's all there is to it. Your turn."
"Darius and I are family, but we're also good friends. Callum and Liv became ridiculously close, so we were stuck together a lot. We didn't really like each other at first, but the relationship developed, and we realized we could work as friends. Now, he keeps me sane and I keep him alive. It's not really complicated."
Grayson slipped his hand into my panties, and I bit back a moan as his fingers trailed toward my clit. "What about me?"
"What about you?"
"What do you feel about me?"
A soft, humorless laugh escaped me. "Intimidated."
"Intimidated? How do you figure that?"
"I don't know. I'm death, and you're... life. It's intimidating."
He finally brushed his fingers over my clit, and my body arched harder against his.
"Don't be intimidated, Love."
"I wish it was that simple."
"Since I met you, you’re all I've wanted. I didn't think there was anything to our connection other than obsession, because I couldn't even convince myself towantto slip into someone else's dream. My mind was always on you." He worked my clit slowly as he spoke, dragging me quickly to the edge of a climax.
I came with a cry, and Grayson drank my pleasure in.
The dream ended as quickly as it started, and I opened bleary eyes to look up at Dare's ceiling again.
