Chapter Twenty

Conall felt cold. Freezing cold. He pried his eyes open and looked around the room. He had no idea where he was. But even worse, he didn’t see Miki. Where was Miki? He needed to make sure she was okay.

“Miki?” He tried to sit up but his head was pounding.

“Hey. Hey. No, you don’t, Viking.” He felt her warm hands on his chest, pushing him back down on to the mattress. “You’re not going anywhere yet.”

“Safe? Are you safe?”

“We’re both safe, baby. Everything’s cool. Just sleep.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her close. “Stay with me, Mik.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

He smiled, his eyes closing. “Promise?”

She chuckled. “Yeah. I promise.”

He settled back down into the bed, but he still wouldn’t release her hand.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you, Viking?”

“I’m never letting you go, Mik. Besides, I’m cold. I need you to warm me up.”

She sighed and he felt the bed dip slightly as she got in next to him. “Okay. Okay. Come here.”

She pulled him close, laying his head against her chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. She kissed the top of his head as her arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“You smell good,” he rasped. “You’re in heat.”

She laughed softly. “Christ, Conall, get some sleep.”

Knowing she was safe, he allowed himself to relax. She smelled so good and he felt incredibly soothed by the heat coming off her body. The last thing he remembered was her hands running through his hair.

Miki brushed Conall’s hair out of his face. He slept again. For hours he’d been waking up, worried about whether she was safe or not. It almost overwhelmed her, his constant concern for her. She’d always had the love and protection of women. Her mother and grandmother. Sara and Angelina. But never of men. Most men found her either overwhelming or a little scary. Even Craig and the guys seemed to have a healthy fear of her.

But Conall. Conall was different. Did he actually care about her or was it just the fever? How the hell was she supposed to know? She knew science. Math. And some history. She knew how to make an amazing martini and she had a decent roundhouse kick. That was it. Anything to do with people and actual emotions, she was totally at a loss.

Miki kissed Conall’s forehead again and settled down next to him. She was so tired. Not surprising with everything that had happened in the past few hours. But with a little nap, just a few minutes, she’d be right as rain.

She closed her eyes and let sleep take her.

He was having the best dream. One of those hot dreams with Miki that he’d been having since he met her. He was enjoying this dream too because shesmelled so good. She was in heat.

He was behind her, his arms wrapped tight around her waist. He nuzzled her neck and licked it. She sighed softly and snuggled back into him. “My wolf.”

“All yours, baby.”

Her hand gripped his thigh. “Make me come, wolf.”

Oh, yeah. What a great dream. He slid his hand down her stomach and under her panties, easing his fingers between her thighs and over her clit. Her body jerked and she gave a little moan as two of his fingers entered her pussy. She was already wet. Wet and hot. She gripped his hand and pushed his fingers deeper.

He smiled and he slowly finger fucked her. She moaned again, her tight ass writhing against his cock. It had already been hard, now it was on fire. It wanted to be deep inside her. As deep as his fingers were. Deeper. He ran his thumb over her clit and she gasped, her head falling back against his shoulder. “God, Conall.” He loved when she said his name with that sexy voice of hers. He felt her voice all over his body.

The pad of his thumb circled her clit and her fingers dug into his hand. Her body tightened. He licked the back of her neck again. “Miki?”

She pushed herself back into him, her body beginning to shake. “Do it, Conall. Please.”

“You sure, baby?”

“Please,” she asked again. And he knew it was a dream because Miki would have kicked him in the nuts by now. Not begged him.

He extended his fangs and, turning his head to the side, bit the back of her neck. She gave a little cry but he wasn’t sure if it was from the bite or the bone-shaking orgasm she was having. To be honest, he didn’t care. As he licked the blood off, he only knew one thing. She was his now. And nothing would ever change that.

At least not here, in his dreams.

Miki was having the most rockin’ dream ever. A dream that consisted of one of those screaming orgasms only Conall seemed to have the ability to wring out of her. This time with nothing more than his hands and teeth. In this dream she let him mark her. Practically begged him to, in fact. It felt so right, though. And it was a dream, so she didn’t have to be scared or worry about getting hurt. Or about being in love.

She could do anything she wanted here. She pulled his hand out of her and turned in his arms, kissing him deep and slow. Their tongues connecting, sliding, teasing. She felt his dick against her leg. It was hard and hot and all hers. She reached down and gripped it, her thumb sweeping across the head.

Conall growled into her mouth. “God, Miki-baby.” His hands took hold of her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her bra went next. Then he was kissing his way down her body as he dragged her sweatpants and panties off. He kissed his way back up, lingering on her breasts. Then her neck. Kissing her mouth again. Taking his time to explore.