Dark Side of Dawn: The Nightmare Chronicles (24 page)

He slipped a hand between my legs, his fingers sliding easily into my wetness. I gasped in delight as he expertly found my g-spot. Damn, that was intense.

He fingered me for a few minutes, until I was pushing against his hand, beyond caring and ready to pop. Then he withdrew his hand and replaced it with his erection. The thick length eased inside me, stretching me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine. When he was fully inside, he wrapped his fingers around my cocked thigh, holding our bodies tight together as he began to move.

The position made me so tight I could feel the ridge
of the head of his cock as it pushed deep into me. I was panting and gasping, lifting myself on my hands to better bear down on him, to force him to my rhythm rather than submit to his.

The hand that held my thigh slid around to my front, reaching beneath my hips to find my sweet spot, the aching little button that thrilled the second he touched it. He stroked firmly but gently, knowing exactly how to build the fire within me with slow deliberation. Noah was all about my pleasure, but he liked to make me wait for it, the jerk.

I moaned. I think I might have drooled on the pillow too. Did I care? Hell no. He leaned over me, the hair on his chest tickling my side. “Do you like that?” he whispered. When I nodded he said, “How much?”

“A lot,” I managed to rasp.

“Tell me what you want.”

Talking dirty was still fairly new to me, so I wasn’t totally confident in it, but I sure liked hearing him do it. “You,” I told him, meeting his hot gaze over my shoulder. “I want you.”

I think it must have been the eye contact that did it, because he rammed himself deep inside me and moved his fingers with increased ferocity. My body was humming, arching in response to every touch and thrust. My skin dampened with sweat as I moved closer and closer to climax.

And then I exploded. I cried out as orgasm ripped through me, so intense I couldn’t think. I was vaguely aware of Noah stiffening above me, his groans mixing with my own noises.

God, I think I could have died right then and would have been all right with it, I felt so damn good.

Afterward, we lay together; breathing heavy, sated.

“Bet Verek couldn’t do that,” Noah remarked drily after a few seconds, his voice breathy.

I laughed even as I gave him a soft nudge to the ribs with my elbow. “I don’t plan on ever finding out.” He liked to make jokes at the handsome Nightmare’s expense on occasion. I didn’t mind his jealousy, or his insecurity. It was kind of sweet knowing he wanted to keep me—that he was worried someone else might actually steal me away. That someone might
want
to steal me.

It was really nice having someone who thought I was that great of a catch. Of course, I thought the same about him. I would never have reacted to Amanda as I did at first if I didn’t.

Hadn’t I said no more worrying about Amanda?

“I’m glad you’re mine,” I told him, threading my fingers through the thick, silky black of his hair.

“Me too,” he replied, kissing the top of my head. It was too soon to be making declarations of forever. Hell, sometimes I think it’s too soon to be in love, but I
guess that’s just one more thing that’s out of our control as humans.

I was going to cling to my inability to control everything. Sometimes, late at night, I’m scared that that’s the only thing that can keep me human—or at least half of me.

But you see, oddly enough, I don’t mind so much anymore. I mean, sure, when I think about it I get freaked out, so I try not to think about it. I am half Dreamkin, half human, and that’s okay. It’s me. I vow to no longer worry about not belonging to either world and focus on the fact that I actually do belong in both. When you think of it, that’s pretty damn cool.

My cell phone rang, surprising me so much that I jumped as the ringtone blared, ruining the silence and relaxation of the moment. “Damn it!” I cried. I thought I had turned the bloody thing off.

“Better grab it,” Noah said, casting a glance at the alarm. It was after one. “It might be important.”

It had better be important, I thought as I snatched up the offending technology. I flipped it open. “Hello?”

“Dawnie.” It was my brother, Mark. Instantly all the fight and annoyance drained out of me. I knew from the sound of his voice that it was important after all.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He explained quickly and efficiently—that was his job as eldest. I listened without interruption, which
was hard for me as the youngest, but I did. I couldn’t believe what he told me. In fact, it filled me with such a deep sense of dread and foreboding that I didn’t understand it.

But I knew I had to do something about it.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I promised. “I’ll call you when I’ve booked a flight. Love you too.”

When I closed the phone, Noah’s hand came down on the back of my neck, his fingers tracing the tattoo-like figure there. “Who was it?”

“Mark,” I replied, somewhere on the verge of feeling nothing and feeling too much. “My brother.”

“Is something wrong?”

I looked at him, but didn’t really see him. “My mother’s awake.”