Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Sage
Loose hay scatters around us as I claw and scrape at the bales beneath me. His head is between my legs, the scruff of his jaw scratching against my flesh just right, and his tongue…oh, his tongue is doing magical things.
The skirts of my dress are up around my waist, so I can’t see his face, just his large fingers digging into my thighs.
I don’t even know this man’s name. He appeared in the distance, literally riding on a white horse, and scooped me up into his arms before bringing me to this barn.
With the very first touch, something inside me seemed to click into place.
It’s as though I’m now a whole person, whereas before I was just wandering around with this missing piece that I believed didn’t exist.
He stops the wizardry with his tongue before an orgasm hits and I don’t know whether to claw his eyes out or beg for him to get back down there, but his green eyes bore into mine from between my legs and I’m practically melting.
There’s so much emotion behind his gaze.
Lust and yearning and also a hint of sadness that I wish I could wash away.
No words pass his lips as his palms caress my thighs and a devilish grin takes over his whole face. Just as I think he’s about to pull my panties off, like he usually does at this point in the dream, he stops and closes his eyes before lying beside me.
Wrapping an arm around my waist, he positions himself as the big spoon to my little spoon and the warmth of his breath against my neck feels so real.
I sigh into him, arching my back and pushing my ass into his rock-hard cock.
There’s no denying that small—well, fucking huge—fact because I can feel it pressing up against me.
“Do you want this, Satapti?”
My nipples are so hard there could be a mountain range named after them as I nod.
His tone drips with seduction, his voice oozing confidence as the gorgeous fucker asks for permission.
That’s one of the sexiest things about my demon dream man.
He can be a monster to the world, but he treats me like the most precious thing to ever exist. Wait… demon dream man?
I gasp when he pulls my panties aside and pushes two fingers into my slick folds, easily finding my clit and making me lose my train of thought.
Fuck my train of thought…that can wait for awake Sage. Dream Sage is having fun.
“You’re so wet for me.” He pushes his hard cock, still covered by his breeches, between my ass cheeks and it’s enough for me to feel…everything.
I grind against his fingers and his dick, encouraging more of all he has to give, and his other hand reaches from beneath me, curling around to tweak at my nipple.
An orgasm begins to build, and I’m begging my subconscious to stay asleep for the peak of it, but the fact that I’m aware enough to now be thinking like this means it’s all going to stop in the next few seconds—because that’s what always happens.
He continues pinching my nipple, the sharp bites of pain only adding to the sensations rippling through my body caused by his thick fingers playing my clit with expert precision.
My skin feels like it’s on fire as a pressure builds from my toes, growing so rapidly I’m not quite sure what’s happening.
My legs go numb. No, not numb, they’re tingling.
Like, actually tingling. The feeling zips through me like lightning, my nerve endings burning with pleasure and fuck…
I can’t control the scream that rips through my throat, then tears fill my eyes and my legs shake, my whole body alight with a euphoria I’ve never experienced. Not once.
The light chuckle by my ear brings me back to Earth—only a little because holy shit I wanna go again—and he presses a gentle kiss on my neck that feels more real than any dream before it.
“I’ve missed this.”
This is new too…
Turning to face him, I realize the scruff on his jaw isn’t quite as long as usual. It’s more of a five o’clock shadow than the beard he usually has in our barn scene. His smile takes over his whole face, his eyes dancing between mine, but something’s definitely off here.
I’m no longer being scratched by hay bales, I don’t have a mass of skirts up around my waist, no corset, and the sheets beneath me are…soft?
“Oh, shit.” My eyes are so wide they hurt a little and I jerk backward before blinking an insane number of times just to make sure I’m fully awake.
Because there’s a man in my bed.
Not just any man. Oh, no.
It’s him.
My dream man. My new stalker. The fucking insane, crazy weirdo who thinks I’m his chosen person or some shit.
“No. Nope. Not today. Actually, not tonight, fucker. Not tonight.” I jump out of bed, dragging the sheets to wrap around my body. My tank top is bunched up, my panties are uncomfortable and wet, and the man in my bed just seems…amused?
“Not tonight? Does that mean tomorrow night, we’re on? Because I can’t wait to sink my cock into your—”
“Woah! Ex-fucking-scuse me, Zelos whatever-your-last-name-is, get the fuck out of my bed and leave. You are not welcome. I rescind your invitation…not that you ever had one.” I’m trying to be stern, at the same time not too loud so as not to wake Danika, but it’s difficult in these circumstances.
I’m mad as hell, but I have nowhere to go other than standing here with a dark-purple bed sheet wrapped around my almost naked body.
Not the most authoritative look, but it’s what I’m working with.
“That only works on vampyres.” His wide grin doesn’t shrink an inch as he raises his brows, ready for my next comeback.
It doesn’t come.
What does come, though, are a thousand thoughts all at once as the memory from last night hits me. It’s like a barrage of information that is too wild to be even remotely true, but the thing is, there’s something inside me that believes every bit of it.
I’m internally at war with myself, with one side wanting to scream and shout and tell this crazy fucker to just fuck off, and the other side wants to jump his bones, to experience another world-altering orgasm.
“Sage, Satapti, what’s wrong?”
I blink and he’s right in front of me, now standing too, dark jeans and a black shirt hiding any skin I absolutely do not want to see.
My face feels like it has a mind of its own as I tilt my head a little and slowly squint my eyes, no signs of a smile because did he really just ask that?
“What’s. Wrong?” I say each word carefully, making sure he understands the two simple syllables. “Do you want the real answer or the get the fuck out answer?” The way this man makes me curse is unhealthy.
“Always the real answer. I don’t want any lies between us. Not ever.” He seems so sincere in his words, rubbing his palms up and down the tops of my arms delicately, as if I could break at any moment.
I won’t lie to myself completely, it feels nice. More than nice. But all it does is remind me of how my vagina is still pulsing with need. As much as I want to revel in my first orgasm and spend the next month—or year—experiencing many, many more, I can’t.
“It’s funny that you say you don’t want any lies after all the bullshit that flew out of your mouth last night.
And now…? Ha.” I inhale deeply, trying to find my center that feels so far up in the air I’m not sure it even exists anymore.
“I have just been woken up by an uninvited man in my bed giving me my very first orgasm. A man that claims to be a demon while telling me the supernatural world is a real thing.” It dawns on me now, that I have no idea how I even got into my bedroom.
“Oh my goddess, did you drug me or something?”
It’s a horrifying thought. We’ve had more than one student from the local college come into the shop having experienced the effects of Rohypnol.
There isn’t a lot we can do for them other than offer them a coffee and a listening ear, but we always encourage them to go to the cops and occasionally we send them off with a warding spell Trina showed me how to make.
If I’m a real witch…does that mean the warding spell is actually real? I always imagined it was very much a power of thought thing, like if we believed something hard enough, we could make it true. Magic exists in intentions, not with actual supernatural add-ons…
No. Nope. Witches don’t exist. Demons don’t exist.
“You’re asking if I drugged you?” His dark-blonde brows furrow together in confusion, but somehow he only looks hotter. All brooding and unsure.
“It’s a simple question, Zelos. How else would you explain me standing in the middle of my shop—with you—then suddenly waking up in my bed—again, with you?” I shrug his hands off my arms and step back, immediately hating the feeling of loss.
“That would be best explained by the vampyre in your living room.” He glances toward the door, as if waiting for it to open any second.
“Oh, so there’s now a vampyre in my home too?
” Am I delirious? Have I woken up in some strange alternate reality?
I must have, because this man is the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on and he just easily gave me my first orgasm, but he makes me so angry I could spit.
Plus all the witches, demons, and now vampyre nonsense.
“Yes.” He nods slowly, as if I’m the crazy one here.
“Okay, get out. Get out. GET OUT!” I’m screaming at this point, fighting the urge to throw anything and everything within arm’s reach toward the man who now haunts my dreams, apparently.
“And there’s my cue. I’ll be outside when you need me.” Unbothered by my outburst, he grins and sucks on his fingers…aaand I have just realized why.
“You’re a dirty bastard. I’ll never need you.” My clit says otherwise, but she’s not in charge. I am.
“Oh, but you love it when I’m dirty.” One final wink before his head begins to transform into a…pumpkin? A white horse appears beside him and he gallops into thin fucking air. Poof. Again.
My bedroom door opens and a head of bright-red hair appears…one that isn’t attached to my best friend.