Roman raised his head and met her gaze, licking his lips that were covered in her arousal; she opened her mouth to speak, but he descended again to continue his blissful torture. Now he pumped one finger inside and she shifted at the intrusion but he thrust another, filling and stretching her. The pressure of his touch deep inside her tight body was strange. His fingers pressed in and out as far as they could reach and the intense pleasure he gave as he sank his fingers inside weaved its way through her bloodstream until she wanted his touch everywhere.
Isabella pressed her head back into her pillows, sinking into the abyss. She clenched her muscles tight, not wanting her body to surrender to Roman, but a pulsating and unbearable need grew. Automatically, she tilted her hips to enable him to delve deeper to give her the orgasm that teetered on the horizon. She wove her fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands as he swirled his tongue over her sensitive bundles of nerves. A wild spiraling frenzy of spasms took over her body. A glorious tidal wave of hot, pulsing tingles beckoned louder and louder. Unable to resist, she screamed out his name as her orgasm hit her fast and hard, like Roman himself.
Wave after wave peaked and crested, pulsing through her core and spreading up through her womb. A delirious craving for the man to possess her completely soared.
Roman elevated his head, his nostrils flaring and a content smirk plastered on his face. “Mine. All mine.”
Isabella twisted and stretched. The thrumming between her legs wouldn’t recede, and she clawed at the sheets, needing more. Reaching her arms out, she called for him, her voice strange even to her own ears. “Roman—I need you.”
Staring down the length of her body now covered under her duvet, with no sign of the vampire prince, she bolted upright, frowning. What the hell? The man moments ago lay between her legs, making love to her. Realization and adrenaline coursed through her. Fear and doubt settled in. A stupid dream—again. The dawn light filtered through the gap in the curtains, and she peered around her empty bedroom.
Isabella rubbed her forehead. No sign of Roman or his clothes in sight. Examining her damp, skimpy lace camisole and shorts, she sighed with relief. Another dream. As she closed her eyes, recalling her memories. Sinking back against the mattress, she let her hand slip down to her throbbing core. A wetness greeted her fingers as she delved inside, needing release. Damn Roman to hell. Ever since he had whisked her off to her room and gave her an orgasm, dreams invaded. Dreams of him seducing her and the blissful torture he would wield with his expert hands meant no sleep. He plagued her mind as well as her body. The dreams were too good as he teased and taunted her with pleasure, but left her needy and alone.
Getting to sleep was impossible and her nerves were in shreds after the events of the last week. Isabella planned to keep her distance from the vamp and continue to seduce Jake. She wouldn’t succumb to Roman—she wouldn’t—but damn it, the dreams were blissful torture. The vampire promised he wouldn’t touch her again and that she would have to beg. Well, that would never happen. She would fix this, even if she needed to buy herself a damn vibrator.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Marcus called the team together to discuss who would attend the second meeting in the Veil with the Ancient Ones to coordinate how to defeat the goddess of war, the Morrigan. After discussing the meaning behind Zephra’s vision, their coven finally believed they were on the correct path, but they needed a solid plan to defeat this ruthless goddess, who they had yet to see in her true form.
Isabella rubbed her neck and adjusted her black knit sweater, rubbing her arms at the cold. Goose bumps exploded up her arms and she shivered. For a moment, she wished she could return to bed to sleep. Last night, her erotic dreams were full of the blasted vamp, and if anyone asked her again whether she was okay, she would scream or throttle them.
Heading for the coffee machine in the corner, she stuck a disposable cup underneath and poured herself a dark roast to the brim. The caffeine was the only bright glint on her horizon right now. Even using her usual remedy of lavender, vetiver, ylang-ylang, and wild orange in her diffuser did nothing to help her. Her bedroom smelled wonderful, but instead of letting her sleep, she tossed all night as the dreams became more intense. Shaking her head, she pulled her cup out from the Keurig, spun around and slammed into a rigid wall of muscle. The coffee spilled onto the ground and over Jake’s gray shirt.
“Shit, Sparkles, that’s hot.” Jake lifted his top and a bright-red circle formed on his washboard abs.
Isabella zeroed in on them, immediately embarrassed at her clumsy action and having hurt Jake. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going. Let me help you—you need to put some cold water on that burn.”
Jake’s bright-blue eyes stared at her long and hard. “You all right?”
His words held meaning and it jolted her. Since the dinner party, their relationship remained strained. He gave her the cold shoulder and to be honest, she avoided
