The Fae King's Dream (Between Dawn and Dusk #2) - Jamie Schlosser Page 0,71
to see if we can make someone sleepwalk.”
Whitley
I wake to Damon kissing his way down my stomach. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, I moan. Spreading my legs, I peek at him through heavy-lidded eyes.
Nothing could turn me on more—the sight of him kneeling over me. His hair tickles my lower stomach, and his warm breath puffs on my skin. The way he licks his lips while he looks at my most intimate places is so incredibly hot.
Grinning, his gaze darts up to mine. “Good morning, my mate. Or should I say afternoon?”
I squirm because he’s just an inch away from my clit, which is so close yet too far away at the same time. “Did I sleep that late?”
“Yes, but only because you’re right next to me. The rest of the crew woke a few hours ago after I was able to reel in my slumber vibes. Unfortunately, you absorbed the excess.”
Still a little groggy, I yawn. “I don’t mind some extra sleep. We went on quite the adventure last night, huh?”
Memories of the dreams rush back at me. After visiting Silas, Damon left me to go gather objects from a few people on the ship so we could dream hop, as he likes to call it.
Our first victim was the captain. Since sleeping on the deck had to be uncomfortable, we wanted to convince him to move to his bed, but it was no easy feat. Linus takes his job very seriously, and leaving his post was a hard no. First, I created a bad storm, thinking he would take shelter. I was wrong. He held onto one of the posts for dear life, and I felt bad because I was probably scaring the crap out of him. I ended up “cloning” Kirian. Since Linus belongs to the Night Realm, I figured he’d take an order from his king. Thankfully, he did, no questions asked, and he staggered down to his cabin.
The second command I—er, Kirian—gave him… I’m not sure how necessary the prank was, but I have to admit it was funny.
Heavy boots pound over the ceiling above us, and I can picture the surly man stomping around. “He’s never going to let us on his ship again, is he?”
Damon grimaces. “I haven’t spoken to Linus yet, but I’m pretty sure he’s not happy.”
“It might’ve been going a little far to make him put on a skirt.”
“It was a good test. We had to see how much we could make him do.”
Covering my mouth, I giggle behind my hand. “I’d say the lipstick was too much.”
“He’ll forgive us someday. Maybe.”
After invading Linus’s mind, we went to Kirian’s, but we left pretty fast. He was having a hot and heavy dream about Quinn, and it seemed wrong to interrupt.
At that point, I was mentally exhausted, so we decided to give it a break. Having mercy on my wrung-out brain, Damon put me in a deeper state of rest so I could spend the remainder of the night recharging.
Now we know the extent of our abilities. Whether or not we can do it when Damon’s powers are at his baseline is still a mystery, but we can always try again another night.
I’m just glad I’m finally awake, because reality is good. Really good.
Damon finally closes the distance between his mouth and my neglected clit. There’s no build up. No playing or teasing. He goes straight for my swollen bundle of nerves like it’s his one mission in life.
He lets out a guttural groan when he licks me, like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, but he doesn’t take his mouth off me to dole out the praise I know he wants to give. His satisfaction is wired straight to mine, and I can tell how much he’s enjoying this.
Sliding his palms under my ass, he gets a good grasp on my flesh while he anchors his face to my pussy. His thumbs come up to either side of my lower lips, spreading me wide open. Stiffening his tongue, he swirls around my clit before flicking it with rapid strokes.
Just when I think it can’t get any better, he sucks it into his mouth.
My inner muscles clench.
“Oh my—” I moan something incoherent. “Shit. Damon. Ahh—”
Should I be embarrassed about getting off in less than a minute? Or should I just be thankful I have a man who’s so enthusiastic about eating me out?