22. CATALINA

TWENTY-TWO

catalina

Gasping, I shot into a sitting position. A heavy weight on my thigh dragged my attention to my lap. The white-haired dream vamp. Whipping my head side to side, I took stock of my bedroom, and we were indeed in a dream if the faded edges of my sight were anything to go by.

My head thumped on my mound of pillows and I whimpered. How was it possible I was so aware? I was never the type that could recall my dreams this way.

The vampire nuzzled my thigh as he shifted again, but his upper body remained sprawled across my lower half.

He seemed restless.

My fingers popped and I reached down, raking through the long white hair, combing it back from the sharp lines of his face.

A sigh slipped from his lips and he nudged his head into my fingers, asking for more.

I continued running my hands through the silky strands, marveling at his broad features and the bronzed skin that matched mine.

His eyelids fluttered open, red eyes narrowing on me. Oh... I’d stopped moving my fingers.

Dream vamp liked when I petted him.

He flopped on his other side so he faced my stomach. Each of his jostles made the bed creak. His nose grazed my belly, and he hummed as I scratched his scalp a little harder.

The vampire dragged his nose over my belly button and my face heated. He was getting closer to my core. His nostrils flared and he grunted as he tipped his chin to the side so his nose grazed over my covered clit.

I sucked in a deep breath, a flush of heat washing over me. He tilted his head, looking up at me, those red eyes eerie. I licked my lips, and before I could drag him off, he licked me again and again, until his saliva wetted the spot between my thighs. I was wet and wanting and I couldn’t take it anymore.

Leaning back, I gripped his hair harder as his teeth rasped across my pelvis. A cry slipped free and I wiggled my hips.

He pressed his hot tongue over the seam of my shorts, alternating with dragging his teeth over me, like he was going to bite through and into my clit.

I tensed at the thought and whimpered, arching my hips toward his needy tongue.

He snarled and reached to rip the material off...

I sucked in a breath, shooting up. My head spun and I blinked quickly as the vision fizzled away. What the hell?

“Catalina,” Tobias whispered, pushing my hair back from my face.

I needed the touches.

I blinked up at him and leaned against him. Exhaling, I sank into his torso.

“Sorry,” I muttered and tried scooting away. I didn’t want to overstep, especially since Asher had insinuated he wasn’t involved with anything sexual because of his profession as a human. Tobias tensed, his grip remaining fastened around my waist, pulling me tighter so I was flush against his front. The tension radiating his body faded with each second until he was running his hand down my side. Dream vamp left me wet and wanting.

“Where’s Asher?” I was so wet it hurt. I needed Asher to fuck me. I needed to get off.

I squeezed my thighs together uncomfortably, biting back a whimper.

“Left,” Tobias responded gruffly.

“Oh.” It came out sounding like a moan. I sucked my lips into my mouth, biting them. Maybe the stab of pain would detract from the achiness.

I wiggled and a hard length prodded at my belly. Without a second thought, I arched myself closer.

Tobias groaned and his hands spasmed around me. I sucked in a breath, an apology rising to my lips.

Before I could say anything, Tobias grabbed my chin and forced my mouth to his.

“Human,” he murmured gruffly against my lips. “I ache for you.” The deep voice and accent set off a slew of pleasure receptors I didn’t know I had.

I moaned into his mouth, meeting his kiss fervently. He tilted his head, his tongue hesitantly dipping into my mouth. Soon, he had the rhythm and took charge, pressing against me, devouring my mouth with his. He made a guttural sound I felt to my core, and his fang sliced my tongue. His grip on me spasmed and he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I groaned at the pull, and he tugged my leg over his waist so I straddled him. He thrust up, sucking and lapping at my tongue. His hard cock prodded at my sheet-covered pussy, grinding up in a desperate mimic of sex. I moaned. Tobias was ravenous.

I rubbed my core against the bulge beneath me. He drove his hips up with each of my movements. My God, it felt so damn good. Tobias’s head fell back as he panted, leaving me wanting his kiss. I leaned forward and licked the long column of his neck.

“Yes. Love. Just like that.”

His encouraging words sent a gush down my throbbing core. The silk against my naked folds slid decadently against my slit. My stomach tightened and I gritted my teeth as a wave crested up my spine, making me cry out his name. He groaned, and jacked his hips up, hitting the perfect spot. My fingers curled into his muscled shoulders as I settled on his dick and rubbed myself against him, riding out my release.

His cock was incredibly hard under me, it had to be painful. I slid my hand down, pausing at the dip of his abdomen, and met his eyes, pausing, asking. I canted my head and the red in his iris faded as he froze.

Tobias yanked himself away, and I landed on the bed on my side. I gawked at his rapidly moving chest. He pushed his fingers through his hair and tugged hard, mussing the brown strands.

My face heated when I saw the damp mark on his khaki pants where I’d rubbed my wetness all over him—and where he’d come. He was drenched.

“I-I’m sorry.” I said more from confusion than anything else. The look on his face made me feel bad, like I’d somehow wronged him.

Tobias pressed his lips into a thin line.

I stared at him as he rubbed his face with his palm, then he turned on his heel and left the bedroom. His bedroom.

My face heated, embarrassed by my wanton behavior. He seemed into it too . . . until he rushed away from me like I had a disease. I groaned and rubbed my nose with my palm.

It was best I stayed away from him; his mercurial behavior was confusing. Not only that. I needed to get it together. The job was completed. There would be no more vampires in my near future, but why did the knowledge make me want to cry?