Page 48 of Sleep With Us
Vampires? Reynard?! He could hear—
I came hard, sputtering, gasping, losing my mind, and with my head still abuzz, Zee dropped my dick, grabbed my thighs, and pumped harder. In a few savage thrusts, he came too, growling each breath as his rhythm stuttered.
He caught me in his arms again, and fluttered kisses down the back of my neck, going from brutal and hard, to sweet and soft in a few dizzying seconds. Or maybe I was about to pass out, because everything got really dreamy and dappled after every time we did this.
“I’ve got you. Stay with me,” he whispered, then nibbled on my ear, bringing me sharply back into the moment. “I can’t fuckin’ help it. I take too much of you, every time. You’re more than me, more than I can contain. You blow my mind, and my load.”
Yeah, I sort of already knew that from everything Madame Matase had said, about the wards swelling every time Zee and I were intimate. “It’s alright, it’s . . . fine. I mean. We’re a lot. It’s nothing.”
“We’re a lot and nothing? Okay, sure. Adam Vex logic.” Chuckling, he drew me to him and pecked a chaste kiss on the top of my head, then freed me and opened the shower door.
“We should find our clothes before Reynard comes looking.” That thought stopped Zee halfway out the door. “Do you think he’d like seeing us naked?”
I switched off the water and gave him a playful shove. “Maybe. Do you think he heard?”
“Maybe.”
He’d have definitely heard something. We hadn’t been quiet. Maybe he’d heard and liked it? Tiny shivers ran through me—those breathless, stuttering ones that assaulted me every time I thought of getting personal with Reynard.
“I doubt Lord Fuck-Hard even knows what his dick is for,” Zee said, grabbing a huge fluffy towel from the rack.
I grabbed my own towel, but as I turned, Zee’s towel lassoed over my head, dropped around my waist, and hooked me almost off my feet. He roughly rubbed the towel all over me, jiggling me on my feet from the friction. “W-what is h-happening?”
“I’m dryin’ you.”
“O-oh. O-ok-ay.” It was kinda vigorous, and weirdly invigorating.
He stopped, blinked, and turned around. “Now, do me,” he said, spreading his arms.
“Erm . . .” I eyed my small towel, then his generous dimensions, and rolled my lips together. Where to even start?
“Don’t humans dry each other after bathing?” he asked, head tilted, as though puzzled.
“Oh yeah, sure.” Probably. “All the time.” I dove in, and patted his firm thighs, with their taut muscles. His tail swished back and forth, mostly dry already, so I switched to jiggle-drying his ass, then quickly looped the towel around his front, trying not to enjoy it too much. “After every shower, humans dry each other. Sometimes we like to dry strangers in public restrooms. It’s definitely a normal human thing to do.”
“I thought so. It’s a bonding thing.”
I dried his back, wings still hidden, then circled around and dried up his gorgeous abs, slowly collecting glistening droplets of water, until reaching his nipple. Just a little tongue flick, maybe a suck?
“So, the sparks?” he asked, while I gazed at his nipple. “What was that?”
“What?”
“The kiss?” He tipped my chin up, peeling my gaze off his chest. “And it’s happened before, when we touch.”
Oh, those sparks. “It’s nothing. Just erm . . . static. From all the uh . . . friction.”
“Right.” He took the towel from me, since I’d forgotten how to use it, and wiped himself down. “So it’s not dangerous? It’s not like the wards firing up?”
“Erm, no?” I didn’t think it was dangerous, but four ward weavers had died trying to get a look at my curse, and although Zee wasn’t technically trying to undo the cursework, he was, in a way, getting inside me.
Perhaps the sparks were like the wards? “Does it hurt?” I asked.
“Kinda. Not much.”
Daisy, the vampire princess, had said glamor was a type of ward we carried with us. But a curse was more like chains. What if one of the times we got all fired up and intimate, my control slipped, and I accidentally hurt Zee?
Oh no. I really needed to fix my curse. “It’s nothing,”
