Andboy,was it a kiss. He stole her thoughts, desire consuming her from the inside out.
She lost the ability to reason, kissing him back with all the suppressed hunger inside her. He ran kisses from her mouth to her cheek and down to her neck, where he sucked with a delicate pressure that set her entire body ablaze.
“What—what are you?—”
Fangs nipped her throat, and she swore he groaned her name as his tongue feathered over her pulse.
Time vanished, every sensation centered where they connected, body to body. The feel of his suddenly naked flesh against hers had her listless and submissive, needing to obey her future lover.
The room grew dark. She lay on a bed with black silk sheets. A random thought about their vanishing clothes was there and gone, because Khent lowered himself on top of her, his eyes hooded as he stared into her soul.
The feel of him, hot, heavy, and thick between her slick thighs, made her lose her mind.
“Khent,please.”
“Much, much better, my little deathmaker.” His cruel smile had her arching her neck, begging for another bite. “Now we’ll share our own little death together, yes?”
He nudged her thighs wider. Val didn’t know when she’d ever been so aroused. She could barely think about anything but feeling Khent inside her. And then he thrust, and they were one…
Val bolted upright,breathing hard, and had no idea where she was until a pretty blond shifter called her name.
“Val? Val?” The woman, Misty, waved a hand in front of Val’s face. “Are you okay? I heard you moaning in here. Or groaning. Either way, it didn’t sound like a pleasant dream.”
Val was shocked to find herself breathing hard. The last memory she had was of a surprisingly warm male body blanketing her. Her neck throbbed, and she put a hand over it, surprised to feel her neck wet.
“What happened?” Val pulled her hand away to see a red stain on her fingers. What the…?
Misty frowned. “Looks like you’re bleeding.”
“What?” Val shot out of bed on shaky legs and moved to the mirror on the wall above the scarred dresser.
And saw a bite mark that shouldn’t have been there.
Where her fantasy vampire had bitten her.
What the hell did that mean? And why did arousal, not fear, fill her at the notion her dream might not have been just a dream after all?
CHAPTER
TEN
Khent groanedand spilled onto his bedsheets, not half as satisfied releasing into silk as he would have been jetting into the warm little human he’d been about to take.
Really, Morpheus? You bring me there and leave me high and dry?
He swore he heard laughter, but when Khent opened his eyes, he saw nothing but darkness in his room.
The sun had set. He felt it, as all his kind did, an innate knowledge of when it was safe to move under a sky shielded from sunlight.
Khent was out of sorts, aware he hadn’t had one ofthosedreams in over five hundred years, when he’d first gone through puberty.
He cleaned up in the shower, shocked at yet another dream he shouldn’t have been able to have, wondering what it meant.
Returning to his bed, he stripped his sheets and used a spell to dissolve them. He’d find new linens later. He didn’t need Hecate or Mormo learning of his loss of control and judging him. And Death forbid his kin learn he dreamed of a human. They’d never let him hear the end of it.
But what a delicious human she’d been. He could still smell her, savoring the sweet taste of her blood on his tongue.
His fangs elongated in arousal, and he had to get a grip on himself.
