Hooking my arm around the back of his neck, I pulled him back in and crushed my mouth on his with a feverish passion. I had no idea what had gotten me so in the mood, but we were alone and there was a curtain and there was no time like the present. I almost died, and I was in love—might as well capitalize on that whenever possible. As soon as he noticed this wasn’t going to be a normal kiss and release, he moaned and pressed himself further into me.
Pulling back, I panted. “I need help out of these wet clothes.”
His eyes blazed as his hand came up to help me strip off my top and then unclasp my bra. As my breasts freed, his head dipped down to take my nipple into his mouth, and heat rushed through me, causing me to moan. The world was going to hell, but life was too short not to get laid when you could. As his hands slipped down my pants, I smirked. This was totally something Maxine would do. I could officially check having sex in the Dream War off my bucket list.
After we’d fully enjoyed ourselves, I rifled through my pack and changed into dry clothes. Condoms weren’t exactly plentiful in the Dream War, but I was on birth control and we’d had “the talk” and were both clean from STDs. The pull-out method wasn’t exactly foolproof, but with my birth control I trusted it.
“How does your face feel?” Damien examined my cheeks, pulling out a water bottle and snacks for us both. He was shirtless and I was enjoying the view.
I shrugged. “It hurts, but I’ve had worse.”
He chuckled. “You’re badass, freckles, you know that?”
I scrunched my nose. “Maybe a little.” I winked and we both laughed.
As he pulled his shirt over his head, I heard someone approaching the den.
“Knock-knock,” Ronnie’s voice called out.
I quickly looked for any lingering signs of our sex session and then peeled the curtain aside to greet her.
“Hey, Doc,” I welcomed my bestie, making sure to give a good scowl at the psychotic cat chilling in the sling around her neck.
“You two better learn to love each other,” she scolded me, gesturing to Luna.
“Whatever. What’s up?”
Ronnie held out a packet of pills. “The special birthing pool took care of the breeder poison, but you could still get an infection, so I want you to take a course of antibiotics.”
I nodded, popping out one of the pills. She cleared her throat. “And I just have to remind you that antibiotics can reduce the effectiveness of birth control.”
Fuck. I’d forgotten that little horrible side effect of antibiotics.Aww, you’re sick? Let’s make you more susceptible to having a baby.
I glanced at Damien, but he didn’t look as horrified as I felt. He just… shrugged, like having a kid in this shithole wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.
Before I could process that, it started to rain.
Big, fat, dark blue droplets fell onto Ronnie’s arms and my own.
It never rained in the Dream Wars.
For a second I was too stunned to do anything.
Blue rain?
Then I felt the burning… and all hell broke loose.
Galadrias took to the skies in panicked screeching; younglings were crying out for their mothers.
Ronnie the trauma surgeon was eerily calm when she grabbed both sides of my shoulders.
“Open the biggest god damn portal you’ve ever seen. It’s acid rain.”
Acid rain.
The breeders were trying to take out Skyhome.
Oh hell no.
