Page 39 of Kat Bethel

I gasped awake and found sunlight filtering through the window. I let out a ragged breath as I thought about the dream. I must have passed out once I got back.

I had to quit thinking about the thing I was hunting like this.

My ancestors would be ashamed of me.

Fuck if I wasn’t throbbing to be touched like that though. I rolled over onto my back, trying to get my panting under control.

The desire coursing through me was impossible to ignore. It felt like I’d been taken to the edge and left hanging.

A little fantasy never hurt anyone.

I reached between my thighs. There was no way I could focus with my clit throbbing like a greedy bitch.

Once my fingers made contact, I realized something wet and warm coated the entire area between my thighs. Guess that dream was wetter than I thought. I pulled my hand back and found thick black ooze covering it.

A scream tried to go up my throat, but it came out strangled in alarm instead. My vocal cords refused to work.

It wasn’t a dream at all.

I felt movement inside me and froze.

I realized too late a weight was on me, and something was still moving deep inside me.

“You kept begging for me in your sleep,” he said, as if that was an explanation, but I couldn’t see him. The darkness in the room was so thick I couldn’t see past my nose. It was like he was everywhere. “I couldn’t leave you in distress, Dandelion. Not with you saying my name like that.”

He’d kept going while I was asleep. His hips slammed against me, and he growled in a way that made my entire soul shake.

“Wait,” I whispered, trying to get my thoughts together. Was I okay with this? I was supposed to be angry. Right?

So why was it, when he paused, I was already tilting my hips to meet the next thrust.

Fingers caressed the back of my neck, and what little resistance I had left me with a groan. “Fuck me.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling it to my mouth. I opened my lips without thinking, accepting my fingers. Before I could think about it, I sucked on them. My eyes went wide as I realized what I’d done.

I tasted myself and something distinctly him, darkness and death. We tasted perfect together. We were everything fucked up in the world. I ran my tongue from my palm to the tip of my fingers and his hips snapped into me, the movement teetering on the edge of violent and painful.

It was perfect.

A few thrusts and the orgasm hit me like a train that didn’t stop coming. I moaned loud enough that I’d probably get a noise complaint. I didn’t think saying, “the shadows of the room fucked me too good,” would be a legitimate excuse.

My muscles locked and tried to curl in on myself, but something heavy kept my thighs pinned. Tears of pleasure rolled down my cheeks. I could swear something wet licked them away.

Orgasms rolled into one after another, until I lost count and couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began. It was all a smear of overwhelming pleasure.

I wasn’t sure how much time passed before he let out a growl and a hot fluid painted my insides to drip down my thighs. Like I was already too full to handle anything else.

I lay there with my chest heaving and my face hot. His growling lowered into a pleased grumble, and his fingers caressed my neck, like we hadn’t ruined anything innocent and soft between us.

Fuck was it delicious though.

He slowly pulled out of me, and I could feel how his cock was formless, pouring out of me like a fog. Once he was finally out of my body, I was immediately cold and empty.

It made me want to cry and whine for him to come back.

Just like he said I’d shamelessly done in my sleep.

I shivered uncontrollably, bringing attention to the way every muscle screamed of overuse. So many thoughts went through my mind that I couldn’t get a grasp on one to process it.