And Shade, whose presence lingered in my mind.
What am I going to do? I wondered, overwhelmed.
A firm lick between my folds drew my attention downward, a plea on my lips for him to stop and grant me a reprieve. Only, the head between my thighs wasn’t the one I anticipated.
Long white-blond hair.
Sinful silver-blue eyes.
I jolted, scooting backward until I hit the headboard of an unknown bed behind me, then brought my knees upward to my chest. Kols and Zeph were gone, and the sheets were a silky black very unlike the dark red ones I’d been in moments before.
“What are you doing here?” I breathed, gaping at the figment of my imagination.
“You called for me,” he replied, prowling forward like a predatory cat, his upper body fitted muscular perfection. He even had those little muscles by his hips. I knew because I’d created them in my dreams. Just as I’d ensured he was well-endowed to round out the package. Yet tonight he wore black pants.
I cocked my head to the side. “You shouldn’t be here.”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because I don’t need pleasure right now.” I frowned. “And… well, it’s sort of wrong, I think. I mean, it wasn’t before because my mates were being dicks. But now…” I trailed off, thinking. “It sort of feels like cheating.”
His lips curled, amusement shining in his hypnotic gaze. “Cheating, hmm?”
I nodded. “I created you to avoid them.”
“Did you?” He paused right before me on the bed, his chest pressing against my shins as he planted his palms on either side of my hips.
So big, I marveled. Even more muscular than Zeph, his shoulders broad and taking up my view of the room. “You shouldn’t be here,” I repeated on a whisper.
“Probably not,” he agreed.
My brow furrowed. “So why are you here?”
“You tell me, little star.” His voice dropped to a dark whisper that teased my senses. “Why do you think I’m here?”
“Because I’ve dreamt of you every day this week,” I thought out loud. “So it was only natural to call you to me again.”
“Definitely natural,” he agreed, his face a few inches away from mine. “Did you think of me when they made you come?”
I shook my head and bit my lips. “No.” But now I felt like I should have, which was ridiculous considering I made this guy up for my own personal satisfaction.
He didn’t appear disappointed, just curious. “Did they bite you again?”
Shouldn’t a figment of my own imagination already know the answer to that? “No.”
Now he seemed pleased. “Good.”
Odd. “You don’t want them to bite me?”
“Not particularly, no,” he admitted. “Do you want them to bite you?”
His words gave me pause. Is this my subconscious’s way of telling me I don’t want them to mate me? I wondered, the thought making me uneasy. “I… I don’t know,” I whispered. “Do I?”
“That’s not for me to tell you,” he replied, easing backward just a bit before moving to sit beside me with his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles.
He reminded me of sex. Dangerous, hot, sweaty sex. Not that we’d indulged in any of that in my fantasies. It’d always been him pleasing me, never the other way around.
Hence, fantasy.