“I’m not telling you this to freak you out,” I said. “More than anyone else in my existence, you seem to have some influence over him. You just need to figure out how you want to spin this.”
Gray flashed her fangs—a look that terrified me as much as it turned me on. “Can’t I just bite him and be done with it?”
“He’s a demon—the most powerful one in existence. I’m afraid you’ll have to get a little more creative than that.” I leaned in close again, inhaling her sweet scent, now mixed with the faint tang of blood. “Hey. We’ve got this. Don’t ask me how, but we’ve got this. You and me? We always figure shit out, and this is no different. Okay?”
She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling. “Ronan Vacarro. Is that a note of optimism I detect?”
I grinned, my lips just a hair’s breadth from hers, and whispered softly, “Don’t tell a soul.”
“I wish you could kiss me,” she said, and I nodded.
“You and me both, Desario.”
A wicked smile slid across her face.
“What kind of trouble are you brewing up now?” I asked.
“No trouble. I was just thinking… Apparently, I’ve got vampire influence now.”
“Comes with the territory, I suppose.”
“I thought you might want to help me test it out.”
“You don’t really need my permission,” I said. “That’s kind of the thing with influence, right?”
“Probably not, but I’m still going to ask. So?”
“Fine.” I got back on my feet and stretched, stifling a yawn. “But don’t make me see anything too crazy. It’s been a long few nights already and I still need to take the pooches out for a—holyfuck, Gray.”
I stumbled a step backward as the images invaded my mind. Gray, breaking her straps and pulling me on top of her. Kissing me. Grinding up against me and begging me to take her, right there…
I blinked rapidly, and the scene evaporated.
Back here on planet reality, my dick hard as stone and my witch still strapped tight in her bed, I shook my head. “Well, that was… interesting.”
She smiled up at me like a little imp. “See anything you like?”
“Not sure I quite got all the details,” I said. “Maybe we should try another—oh, okay, that’s… fucking… nice…” My eyes drifted closed as I let the hallucination wash over me, Gray on her knees before me, freeing me from my jeans, taking me into her mouth, one luscious lick at a time. It was all I could do not to grab myself right there and finish the job, but that would kill the vision. Right now, hallucination or not, I only wanted it to be her, not my own damn fist.
She moaned as she took me in deeper, and I had no fucking idea whether it was the real Gray or the hallucination making that noise, but I didn’t care. Both of them had the same effect.
And both of them were about fifteen seconds away from making me come.
“Don’t stop,” I said. Whatever she was doing to me with her mind, it felt fucking amazing, her mouth hot and hungry, her soft little sighs sending jolts of white-hot electricity skittering across my skin…
I felt the sudden tingling in my balls, my heart hammering, my body about T-minus five seconds from exploding—
“Everything alright in there?” The fucking vampire asshole knocked on the door, shattering the vision, breaking my concentration, and earning himself a permanent spot on my shit list.
“Awesome, asshole,” I grumbled. My dick went instantly limp, and I opened my eyes, blinking away the last remnants of that beautiful dream. “Give us a few more minutes.”
“Very well,” he said. “Tell Gray I’ve drawn her a bath and will be back to help her post-haste.”
“Post-haste?” I whispered to Gray. “Who the fuck says that?”
“I heard you, hellspawn. You’ve now got one minute to say your goodbyes.”
I flipped him off.
