Devilish Game (Shadow Guild: The Rebel 4)

I gave in to my baser urges. It was a dream, after all.

In one harsh motion, I tore the tiny scrap of cotton away from her hips, revealing her to the moonlight and to me. She arched toward me, so perfect and beautiful.

I fell between her thighs, burying my head between them as I gripped her hips tight, unwilling to let her get away.

Instead of struggling, she wrapped her thighs around my head until my entire world was consumed by her. Her scent, her taste, her wetness.

Her cries echoed in the room as I tasted her deeply, devouring her like it was the last time.

Please don’t be the last time.

If all I could have were dreams like this, I would take them. If there was only this one dream, this one last scrap of her resurrected by my memory and fantasies, I would take it and remember it forever.

It didn’t take long to drive her over the edge, almost nothing at all to make her scream and squirm in my arms.

Hunger roared inside me. Hunger to bury myself deep in her, hunger to forget everything in her embrace. Hunger to taste her.

I’d never bitten someone like I wanted to bite Carrow. It was depraved. It was wrong.

I did it anyway, giving myself over to the dream.

She clutched my head tightly as I withdrew my mouth from her soft flesh and moved the short distance to the flesh of

her inner thigh. My fangs burned to sink inside her, to be enveloped by her flesh. They descended quickly, the hunger roaring inside me.

I didn’t hesitate. As soon as I felt the smooth skin of her inner thigh on my lips, I sank my fangs deep into the soft flesh there.

She screamed and bucked, the pleasure tearing through her as I drew deeply at her. The warm rush of blood over my tongue made my head fill with visions of her. Fill with the taste and sound of her.

I could drink her forever, just drown in her.

I ground my hips against the bed, desperate for friction.

“Please, please, please.” Her hands tugged at my hair, her voice soft and begging.

Icy terror shot through the dream.

Was I hurting her?

I drew back, fangs retracting, and looked up at her. Desire fogged her eyes and her lips were parted. She tugged on me, pulling me up her body instead of pushing me away.

“Please, Grey. Now. I want you now.”

Understanding dawned, and nothing in the world could have torn me away. My sleep trousers were gone in one swift movement, and I fitted myself to her softness, a harsh shudder going through me at the feel of her.

She clutched me close and dragged me to her, unwilling to wait. Unwilling to let this play out slowly as I might have.

I sank into her, so deep that the pleasure shot through my body like lightning. She clutched me close as a shudder ran through me.

Unable to bear it, I buried my head in her neck and rutted like an animal, gripping her hips tight and holding her still for the nearly brutal movements.

She moaned at my ear, holding me tight as I lost myself in her. When the pleasure came, it wrapped hard around me, crashing into me in impossibly huge waves. She followed, gripping me tightly as she cried out.

As soon as it was over, I woke.

Gasping, I stared at the ceiling, my body still hard and my breath still short.

What the hell.