Page 134 of Wicked Dreams (Fallen Royals 1)
His teeth are on my skin, biting my breast. He doesn’t do anything to soothe me. It’s just a trail along my chest, little spikes of pain. It’s maddening.
“You’re fucking soaked,” he whispers. His eyes are impossibly dark. “You get wetter each time I do something to your body. So I guess that answers my question.”
I whimper when he pulls out.
“The doctor said no strenuous activities.” He smirks at me.
Bastard.
I grip his shoulders tighter and lower myself onto his lap. His erection brushes my thigh.
“Do you care what the doctor said?” Need and desire overrule common sense.
“I care about you being well enough to fuck you all night long after the ball,” he replies.
My core tightens.
“Like that idea, do you?”
“I—”
“Lie down.”
I do, shimmying off his lap and stretching flat on my mattress behind him. He twists on the bed and sprawls out next to me, so we’re arm to arm. He draws the blanket up over us and rolls onto his side.
He watches me.
“Sleep,” he says.
I sigh, trying to ignore the throbbing desire in my core. I could be petulant and throw a fit. Reach down and finish off the job myself—a scary proposition with Caleb right beside me. Beg him some more.
Yet, I doubt any of that would work.
I point to the shirt I had dropped. “Can I have that?”
He retrieves it for me, helping me sit up enough to slide it over my head and down my back.
I flop backward.
It’s been a day.
“Thank you,” I mumble.
“For what?”
“Chasing away my nightmares.”
He leans forward and kisses my forehead. “Any time. Sleep now, love.”
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Caleb
No one talks to me in the courtyard. Going to school when Margo is lying at home, hurt, just sets my teeth on edge. Theo, Liam, and Eli create a buffer. The doors open, and we walk down the hall, and they run impeccable defense.
I’m not sure what it is about us that attracts girls like bees to honey. The metaphor should be the other way around: we’re the ones who sting, not them.
Eli heads off Amelie, grabbing her shoulders and spinning her away.