My eyes widened, and I didn’t know what to do. I’d never had a woman gyrating against me while sleeping before. She’d shed her pants and was clearly having some kind of orgy in her dream.
“Samara?” I cleared my throat and shook her shoulder lightly. “Wake up.”
“Yes!” Her voice was a hiss, and she rubbed against me more frantically. “Don’t stop.”
My cock was hard, and I could only imagine what was happening in her dream. Three people. She was having a sex dream withthreepeople.
I couldn’t take it anymore without making a fool of myself, so I shoved her off me and onto her back. Heaven help me, I could see her hard nipples through her white shirt.
She mumbled, and then her eyes flew open. She was out of breath and put her hand to her chest. “Oh my.”
“Oh my, is right.” I sat up and ran my hand down my face. I knew letting her sleep in my bed was a bad idea, and I should have moved to the guest room or the couch.
I slid out of bed and went to the bathroom before she could see my erection. This whole situation had disaster written all over it. Not only because of the boundaries she clearly didn’t need or want, but because now I was going to jack off thinking about her.
I’d locked the door, but that didn’t stop my brain from imagining her coming into the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, stripped down, and stepped under the cool spray. The water cascaded over me, but it did nothing to cool the heat coursing through my veins.
My hand wrapped around my length, and immediately my mind conjured an image of Samara on her knees in front of me. Gray and gold eyes lifted to meet mine through dark lashes, water droplets clinging to her skin. Her lips parted as she took me into her mouth, her perfect breasts swaying with every movement.
I stroked myself harder, imagining the warmth of her mouth, the way she’d moan around me like she had when she was dreaming. The vibrations would drive me insane. She’dtake me deeper, her hands gripping my thighs as I threaded my fingers through that purple hair.
In my mind, I came undone, spilling down her throat as she swallowed every drop. But my fist kept moving because my body refused to follow my imagination over the edge.
Frustration built in my chest. I leaned against the wall, letting the water beat down on my shoulders as I tried again.
This time, I imagined backing her against the shower wall, my fingers sliding between her legs, finding her wet and ready. She’d gasp my name—not the three men she’d moaned, butmine. I’d push two fingers inside her, feeling her clench around them as she rode my hand.
Her head would fall against the tile, lips parted as she panted. I’d curl my fingers, finding that spot that made her legs shake. She’d dig her nails into my shoulders, begging me for more as I pumped my fingers faster.
The image of her coming apart in my arms, her walls squeezing around my fingers as she cried out, did it for me.
I groaned as my release finally hit, spilling over my hand and the wall. My forehead pressed against the cool tile as I tried to catch my breath.
What the hell was I doing? She was a demon. I was an archangel. This couldn’t happen. Thisshouldn’thappen.
But my body clearly didn’t care.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
NICO
Istared at the bars of the cell, attempting to bend them with the sheer force of my mind. There was no point in trying since they were spelled. If I’d had my nuts, I might have been able to.
Fuck. This whole thing was a mess because of the bloodsucker. If we got out of this damn dungeon, I was going to kill him. Not just for putting Sammy in danger, but for making me think she was dead.
I didn’t care if Val had nothing to do with what his father had done. They were the same as far as I was concerned.
Knowing Sammy was alive had saved my sanity, but it didn’t mean she was safe. And here I was, trapped in a vampire’s dungeon while she hid in another world.
The worst part was not knowing if she was okay. The image of her wandering some strange landscape, purple hair making her a target for whatever dangers lurked there, sent a sharp pain through my chest.
I was way too old for this amount of grief and worry.
“I have to get the fuck out of here,” I muttered, more to myself than to Amari.
He hadn’t moved from his position with his back against the wall. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was awake because the man didn’t sleep.
