Oh gods. No.
I shake my head, trying to dispel the thought.
Ididnot just have a sex dream about Leon. He’s theNightmarePrince, for gods’ sake, not…whatever that was.
I try to push all thoughts of it away as I climb out of bed and peek behind the curtains. It’s early morning, and my cleaned dress has been laid out for me.
But as I start dressing, the damn dream keeps coming back to me in vivid flashes.
Hands skim across my breasts, making me gasp.
I yank on my stockings, nearly tearing them in the process.
“Touch me,” I say, begging him to give me what I need.
I shove my feet into my shoes so violently, I almost break a toe.
I spread my legs for him?—
Enough.
My mind wouldn’t have gone there,couldn’thave gone there. Surely, I wouldn’t ever want to be touched like that by that brute, knowing what he’s done.
Then why did it feel so good? Why did I feel a crush of disappointment when I woke too soon? And why am I still yearning for more?
The answer comes to me like a sledgehammer.
Magic. It has to be. I didn’t dream this on my own—that bastard slipped back into my mind while I was sleeping. It all makes sense to me now.
There’s a knock on the door, then barely a pause for me to answer before Leon strides in. He’s still not back in his cloak, but his sword is at his hip again, and he looks aggravatingly calm.
I fix him with a look that would wither a weaker man.
“I told you to stay out of my head.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me. “I see someone has woken up in a sunny mood.”
“I mean it. You have no right to mess around in my dreams like that.”
He folds his arms across his chest, his shirt sleeves rolled back, emphasizing the toned lines of his forearms.
“The only time I deliberately used my sensic power on you was to calm you during the worst of your fever. I pulled you out of your dreams, but I didn’t give you any.”
He certainly gave mesomethingin the scenario I witnessed.
I shake my head, still fueled by my anger that he would do this to me.
“That’s not what I’m talking about,” I say.
“Then what in the name of Classitusareyou talking about?” he asks.
I can feel the blush creeping onto my cheeks, and hate that I hesitate, unsure how to phrase it.
“I’m talking about last night, when you made me dream…when you and I…”
He looks confused for a moment, then his eyes brighten, and a smug smile slowly stretches across his face.
Oh no.
