“But it’s impossible to do that when you’ve gone too long without it, right?” she guessed.
I nodded slowly and rubbed my temple. “I’m exhausted.” And horny. Being so wound up drained me.
“I can keep them busy for a bit while you sneak off…” Kitty let her words drift off as she winked.
“I don’t need that. Just sit right here and keep an eye on me.” Her nose wrinkled, and I rolled my eyes. “I enter their dreams and satisfy my lust within people’s fantasies.”
“How the hell do you do that?” she asked.
“Dad was an incubus demon before becoming the Grim Reaper, remember? Incubi can enter the dreams of others. We inherited the ability to dream-walk from him.” It was still weird to think Dad used to be two separate individuals before he merged and became one with the skeletal monster known as the Grim Reaper.
Her mouth curved into an O before she grinned. “You’re sneaky. I can’t believe I haven’t tried to enter someone’s dream.”
A wave of desire rolled over me. I squeezed my thighs together as my clit throbbed. “I need to get this over with. Okay?”
“Then you can go back to being the ice queen?” Kitty asked. “I kind of like you honest and open like this.” I frowned, and she bumped my shoulder. “But I get it. I really do, sis. Whatever makes your curse easier to handle.”
“Thanks.” I smiled and tried to ignore the tightness in my chest.
Turning on the stool, I scoured the crowd in search of someone to serve my purpose. Skipping the dance floor, I didn’t want to put someone to sleep in the middle of dancing, and searched the booths in the darkened corners. A tall, handsome vamp caught my eye, but the fact that he was already looking at me was a hard pass. I didn’t want anyone chasing after me in the real world—or in a dream—because of a hot fantasy. I skipped the next booth because of the two ogres in it. Yuck!
The third booth was my winner. A tiny female sat on the lap of an oversized werewolf. I shuddered, liking the idea of feeling small. He grabbed the collar of her shirt and ripped it down the middle. I couldn’t see her breasts, but I saw the moment his claws went toward them.
Okay.
They were about to screw each other, anyway. I wouldn’t feel guilty for sending them into a dreamworld. Since they were together, I’d need to put them both asleep. Focusing, I sent out a little power. Immediately, the woman slumped against his chest. The male attempted to shake off the sudden tiredness, but his head fell back against the booth.
Propping my arms on the bar, I laid down my head and closed my eyes.
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Even in someone else’s dream, I was always in total control. I could set the scene any way I preferred. Dark colors were my favorite, so I gave them a black canopy bed with black satin sheets and pillows. The man was no longer a werewolf. He took the form of a handsome man with black hair and a thick beard, but he still dwarfed the female.
He dropped her on the bed, and she giggled. Their potent and musky lust filled the air. My pussy clenched in need, craving what I always denied myself. A man. Correction. A man’s cock.
Lust might hate it, but she survived on what I gave her. It wasn’t that I wanted to be a voyeur, but anything was better than losing my choice. Lust didn’t care about my virginity, my feelings, or what I wanted. Or more accurately, who I wanted. It wanted me to fuck everyone in sight.
As a kid, it wasn’t so bad. I always had an overwhelming need to rub my clit. I didn’t know at the time that I was giving myself orgasms, but it always made the ache in my body disappear for a little while. Then I hit fifteen and everything worsened. My needs became more demanding. I masturbated every thirty minutes, but the desire only intensified, leaving me empty. The throbbing between my legs was a constant reminder there was a space needing to be filled.
One day, an older Reaper stopped by the house. It was the first time I wanted to touch someone other than myself, but I didn’t realize it was lust awakening. When I rubbed myself against him, the man flustered and tried to gently push me away. Too horny