Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131708 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 659(@200wpm)___ 527(@250wpm)___ 439(@300wpm)
“My opinion?” he rumbled, his voice as delicious as him. “She would have had it coming if you’d punched her.”
Everleigh blinked. “Sorry?”
“She called you a whore, right?”
“Right.”
“Then she would have had it coming.” He stalked toward her with the animal grace of a predator on the hunt. “Everleigh, isn’t it?”
Her demon narrowed its eyes, sensing he was no demon himself. If she wasn’t mistaken, he was a celestial. “Yes. Who are you?”
He grinned. “Let me buy you a drink and I’ll tell you.”
The fog swished around them, blocked her sight, muffled her hearing, and misted her thoughts.
Her surroundings seemed to melt as every color spread and changed shape, looking more like a pastel painting. Then it cleared, every detail coming into view. Her house. She was walking toward her house.
A figure prowled out of the shadows—tall, dark, sinfully gorgeous. And a man who had some serious game in the bedroom.
Everleigh slowed, taken aback that he’d showed up here. Had she told him where she lived? She didn’t think so, but she’d been pretty tipsy that night.
She’d tried not to think about him since. Really, really tried. And failed. Oh, failed so very dramatically. “I have to admit, I didn’t expect to see you again.”
He blinked. “You remember me?”
She frowned. “Of course I do. I wasn’t that smashed last weekend.” But he still appeared strangely thrown. “What brings you here?”
“You,” he replied bluntly, the heat in his eyes making it clear what he wanted from her.
Temptation fluttered in her belly just as a sense of excitement rushed through her veins. Her demon’s mouth curved, liking his blunt response.
She didn’t believe in playing dumb, so she reminded him, “That night we had was supposed to be a one-time thing.” She’d made that clear, and he’d agreed.
“Supposed to be,” he allowed.
“It’s not a good idea to do it again.”
His shoulders lifted and fell. “Don’t much care.”
To her dismay, she found that neither did she. Her inner entity didn’t see why she should consider it a big deal. Sex was sex, in the demon’s opinion.
Much as Everleigh wished it was that simple, she knew it wasn’t. Not merely because he was a freaking angel, but because nothing about the night they spent together had felt casual. They’d connected on a level she couldn’t explain. “Don’t you think once was enough?”
His gaze darkened. “No. And neither do you.”
The fog swallowed everything in front of her. Every image, every noise, every emotion. All gone.
Her mind seemed to drift, blissfully empty. Clear. At peace.
Sensations penetrated, making her surroundings come into view once more. The fog hovered on the edges again, smudging all but what was in her line of sight. Him.
He was above her, in her, thrusting hard, stuffing her full, eating her up with his gaze.
“I could live right here in this pussy, never leave it,” he gritted out, forcing his cock deep. “No one fits me better than you.”
An alarm blared, dragging Ella out of her dream. Her eyelids fluttered open as the haze of sleep began to disperse. Images, words, and sensations lingered. Lingered but faded. Faded and faded and faded.
And still, she remembered. Remembered one thing: Familiar piercing blue-eyes staring into hers while a long, thick cock was buried so deep inside her.
Huh. Apparently, she was having sex-dreams about Viper now.
Ugh.
Scrubbing a hand down her face, she sluggishly sat upright, her shoulders slumping with fatigue. As if it wasn’t bad enough that the dude flowed into her waking thoughts far too often, it now seemed he also featured in her dreams. Wonderful. And unfair.
Ella threw back the covers and shuffled to the edge of the bed, letting her legs dangle over it. What was with the X-rated dream content lately? It obviously wasn’t caused by sex deprivation, given she’d let Viper ravish her a couple of nights ago.
And why hadn’t the talisman worked? It should have. Mia’s magick had never failed her before.
Not having the time to ponder this just now, Ella forced herself out of bed. Forced herself to get ready. Forced down food and coffee. And when she met her sister in the foyer, Mia winced.
“I look that bad?”
Mia twisted her mouth. “I’d like to say no. I really would. But I can’t. Didn’t you get any sleep?”
“Oh, I did. I also dreamt, though. I swear, it’s like dreaming takes a toll on my brain these days or something.”
Mia’s brow creased. “Dammit, I really thought the talisman would work. I can’t understand why it didn’t.” She walked in a circle around Ella. “You haven’t been jinxed or anything—I’d sense a spell if one clung to you.” She sighed. “What’s happening with you isn’t normal. Dreaming doesn’t tire the brain. It just doesn’t.”
No, it didn’t. And Ella couldn’t work out why that would suddenly change for her.
CHAPTER TEN
Standing in the center of the main clubhouse area, Viper crossed his arms over his chest as he glared at his brother.