“Anything for my wife,” he said, winking. An actual wink.
I couldn’t string together a single argument to his brazen flirting. He released my hand, and I tried to stand, swaying on my feet for a few seconds.
“Okay, goodnight.”
“Goodnight, little witch,” he purred, staying seated.
I could feel his heated gaze roaming my body as I grabbed my phone and clumsily walked down the hall to my bedroom.
Hecate’s shades, he’s irresistible, but I can’t indulge. It wouldn’t be right. He wouldn’t want me if it wasn’t for the fact I picked up his coat. That’s what I need to focus on.
He was the only thing I saw as I got ready for bed. Throwing myself into the big fluffy bed, I couldn’t stop replaying the feel of his hands working mine. The feel of his lips on my thumb. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Groaning, I pulled the covers up higher and slid my hand under my waistband. I needed to relieve some of the tension or I’d throw myself at him before I knew what happened.
I was so freaking wet already. It shouldn't have surprised me. My selkie husband had sucked on my finger! I was so sensitive, it only took a few soft touches to make my legs shake. I lost myself to the pleasure.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I could easily picture Caspian touching me, instead of my own hand, with his smug smirk in place as I writhed under him. I detonated, my body twitching as I stifled a moan.
It wasn’t until I came down from my high that I realized my moan had held a name—Caspian.
Chapter 8
Teeth Marks
Caspian
Juniper’s back arches, her head thrown back and her pale hair pooling across the pillow. Her fingernails dig into my forearms where I hold her luscious thighs apart. I run my tongue over her center again, reveling in the taste of her.
It isn’t as good as the real thing, but dream sex with Juniper is still mindblowing.
She moans my name over and over with each breath as I work her body, drawing her closer to that edge. Her legs jerk in my hold, and she twists under me. I hold her down, unable to keep from grinning.
“Shh, little witch,” I warn her, my lips moving over her sensitive skin. The vibration of my words has her gasping and cursing. I love when she curses.
“Fuck! I’m coming,” she whimpers, her body so tight she has toshatter. One last open-mouthed kiss, and she breaks for me.
“You’re so beautiful,” I say for the hundredth time.
She presses the back of her hand over her eyes. “If only we could do that in real life… I don’t know how much more I can take. You’re too fucking seductive,” she whines.
My stomach clenches. She doesn’t realize this is a shared dream. I’m taking advantage of the situation, but I can’t help myself. I need her like I need the ocean to survive.
“Juniper,” I say softly, moving to lay beside her. We’re in a bed I don’t recognize with thick, fluffy covers and sunlight streaming in a window above the headboard. The buttery light makes her hair glow.
“Seriously, if you could stop being so perfect, it’s disgusting,” she says, pushing my face away with her hand.
I laugh, falling onto my back. Her hand rests over my cheek, her thumb stroking absently.
“Sorry, my love,” I murmur. “I’ll try to be less appealing.”
Her face lights up with an unrestrained, unhindered smile. The world stops spinning. At this moment, I know I’d die for her. I’d kill for her. Anything she needs, anything she wants, I’m hers.
I try to pull myself together. She needs to know the truth. “Juniper, we need to talk—”
“Shut up,” she says, rolling over to climb atop me. Her legs straddle my hips, and I am very, very awareof her warm pussy hovering over my cock. “Make me come again before I wake up.”
She told me to shut up, so I bite back all my eager affirmations and brace myself. Her hand reaches between us, running over my shaft.
