“Oh. And you don’t need that validation now?”
“Your judgment is impeccable, princess. I have all the approval could ever need.” He hugged her for good measure.
She smiled up at him, pure fucking sunshine. “Then…why don’t we sleep for a while?” She did look done, lashes already drifting shut, and she lay like cooked noodles in his arms.
Raff quashed minor disappointment and said, “I was about to suggest that.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Before he could ask what for, she winked out like a light, flattering if slightly disappointing. He firmly closed his mind to all the sex stuff that wouldn’t be happening and tried to go to sleep himself. Briefly, he entertained the notion of sneaking to the bathroom and cranking one out, but if she woke up, she might read it as a rejection, instead of a practical move that held no secret subtext.
Better not risk it.
Still, it took him a long time to drift off, not least because she felt amazing, naked in his arms, and he had the bright, hot memory of her mouth and hands roving his skin. Stop, enough of that. Fuck, this is mission impossible.
At some point, he must have drifted into a horny, uncomfortable doze because that was when the scorching dream started. Like most dreams, there was no introduction, just suddenly, Thalia’s hot mouth was wrapped around his cock, and she was sucking him like she’d starve without his taste. His hips moved—no reason not to savor the fantasy—fucking upward, so that she nearly choked.
I can be selfish in my dreams.
“Deeper,” he mumbled. “Suck harder.”
She responded instantly, increasing the suction, and it felt so good that his balls tingled. There was no reason to hold back, nobody to impress with his control, so Raff gave himself fully to the pleasure, pushing his cock past her soft lips. Her mouth was wet and hot, her tongue delicate against his sensitive skin, and she was careful with her teeth, grazing now and then, but not enough to hurt.
Fuck, that’s good.
He didn’t realize he’d said it aloud until her laugh vibrated against his cock. Knotting his hands in her long hair, he pushed her head against him, and she renewed the suction, her mouth moving up and down with such alacrity that if he hadn’t been dreaming, he’d need to worry about her comfort, like if her neck and shoulders were tired or if this was a bad angle. This way, he focused only on the feeling and Raff brought his knees up. In this fantasy, there were no limitations. He could have whatever he desired.
It didn’t even surprise him when she shifted down, licking his balls with her hot mouth. Her lips and tongue went everywhere, even places he’d never dare ask for if he was awake. Raff squirmed against the delicious torment and he only stopped her when his cock spurted precome.
“I’m almost there. Let me finish in your mouth.”
“With pleasure,” she purred.
What a dream.
This was probably the only time the Eldritch queen would be so obedient to his every whim. Savoring the moment, he still couldn’t restrain a groan when she sucked his cock into her soft mouth. While he loved fucking, there was an extra decadence to laying back like a lazy bastard and getting serviced until he came.
Best. Dream. Ever.
Normally, he’d wake up before the best part because his unconscious mind was an asshole, but it showed no signs of interfering this time. Thalia was still everything and everywhere, her scent, her lips, her tongue. Raff went after his delayed satisfaction with complete focus, working in and out of her mouth until he couldn’t hold it. His strokes went short and quick, tension in his lower back, and then he went, spurting between her sweet lips in delicious release. In that weird moment between sleeping and waking, he had the awful surety that he’d come in bed, a wet dream the like of which he used to have as a pup, and shit, it would be so embarrassing—
Then his eyes opened, and he registered a few things. Thalia, between his legs, softly sucking. The covers were just gone, just as they were in the dream, tumbled beside the bed, and the room was cool. Thalia, licking his cock clean, his come on her lips. He blinked in utter confusion.
Not…a dream?
“I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I woke up feeling peckish.”
It took him a minute to find his voice. “Ah, no. I don’t. Mind. I gave you permission to do whatever you want, and that includes sucking me off in my sleep.”
“You make it sound so dirty when I was just leveling the scales.”
Raff shook his head, still reeling. “No reason to do that. You said we’re not playing a game, and I’m damn sure not keeping score, so you don’t owe me orgasms paid in kind.”
“Oh.” Her voice flattened, and he had the sense he’d hurt her, but fuck, he was still so dizzy and befuddled.
“Did I say something wrong?”
She sounded timid for once. “No. Maybe I did. Then…would you accept that I just wanted to? Not because I was in debt.”
He pulled her up, over his body, and the traces of his orgasm slid between them, her saliva, his semen, and it was all so delicious that he could’ve fucked her right then. “That’s the best of all possible reasons. It’s beautiful that you woke up and you wanted me, so you took me. On my end, it was all sweet and good. I didn’t hurt you?”
“No. I liked it.”
Raff kissed her then, long and deep, delighting in the taste of himself on her tongue. The moment they stepped out of this room, even if she scrubbed for an hour, every wolf would know how thoroughly she belonged to him. He’d have to find some other method to pass the word to the Eldritch, especially that bastard, Gavriel.
“Do you have the energy for another round?”
“I slept enough,” Thalia said.
With a wolfish grin, Raff rolled her beneath him.
