Page 22 of Dream Lost (The Fae Universe #12)

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B as was so hard that he feared if he moved an inch, he would fill his pants. Watching Bridget come was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. All that locked-up control she had over herself had vanished, and she had been radiant.

Bridget’s eyes went from glazed to focused in a split second. “ Brollachan .”

“What?” Bas asked, his brain still too focused on not coming.

“That’s what it is! The creature we are chasing,” Bridget said in a dreamy voice. Then she leaped off the chair and ran into the stacks.

Bas got up and stumbled after her, his dick hurting and legs unsteady. Bridget was pulling out a book from a high shelf when he caught up with her.

“I’ve been driving myself crazy trying to figure out what this dream monster is and where I have heard of it before,” Bridget said before Bas could ask what was going on. “When I was a kid, I read my way through any public library I could get close enough to. I was about ten when I went through a Scottish myth phase.”

Bridget sat on the floor and opened the book, her fingers thumbing through the pages. She found the page she was looking for with a triumphant shout.

“Yes! I knew it. I fucking knew it. Listen to this, ‘The Brollachan is said to be a shapeless or amorphous entity. Its name means “shapeless thing” or “formless one.” The creature was described as having only the vaguest suggestions of a face—typically just eyes and a mouth, lacking other distinct features.”

“Sounds close to what I’ve seen it as. The outline of a man, but that could be because magic is making it more powerful,” Bas said thoughtfully.

Bridget held up a hand. “It gets better. ‘The Brollachan was said to be the offspring of a Fuath, a class of malevolent water spirits. It’s associated with water and particularly with mills, often targeting humans who work and live near them. The Brollachan was known to appear to people in the state between wakefulness and sleep. They create a sense of confusion and disorientation in their victims that gets worse the longer they feed on them, and sometimes, they attempt to possess sleeping individuals.’ I think this is our monster, Bas!”

Bas smiled down at her, his hand moving to stroke her hair. “My brilliant girl. It has to be it. We were looking too closely at Irish mythology and should have widened our search.”

“All I needed was a good orgasm to be able to think straight,” Bridget said, her smile of delight turning naughty. “I want to return the favor.”

“What?” Bas said, but Bridget was already up on her knees and pushing him back against the bookshelf. “You don’t have to…”

“I know I don’t have to, but I really, really want to,” Bridget said, her hand resting on his belt buckle. “You said that we wouldn’t be interrupted for hours, right?”

“Yes?” Bas replied, trying to keep up with her.

“Then let me suck your dick.” Bridget’s smile dimmed. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

“Are you kidding me? I almost came untouched just getting you off,” Bas said, his fingers brushing through her hair. “Do whatever you want to me.”

Bridget tugged his belt free and rested her head against the hard bulge in his pants. “I haven’t done this in a while, so let me know if you don’t like something.”

“There’s nothing you could do to me right now that I wouldn’t like,” he assured her. “Except too much teeth.”

“Noted,” she said with a soft laugh and pulled his dick free. Bas bit his tongue at the sudden cold air. Bridget’s eyes went wide. “Now, that is a dick.”

Bas huffed out a laugh. “It is.”

Bridget’s reply was to lick the tip of it, making Bas tremble. She explored him slowly with her tongue and lips.

Bas took deep, steadying breaths. He wasn’t going to be the guy who blew in under a minute. Bridget sucked him, her eyes closing. Nope, Bas wasn’t going to survive this.

Bridget’s thoughts smashed into him. Oh god, he’s so big. What if I do this wrong? What if he’s just making noises to be polite?

I’m not making them to be polite. He stroked her cheek. Feel what I feel, Bridget. Feel how good it is, how much I want you.

Bridget nodded, her eyes wide as he opened his mind to her and sent everything he was feeling into her. She groaned and then licked him again. Bas kept the connection open, his lust feeding hers and back again. Bridget sucked him slowly, getting used to the size of him. Her hand wrapped around his base, and it made them both whimper.

Bas had never opened his mind up in such a way with a partner before, but he wanted her to know how he felt about her. That she was so fucking perfect for him, that her mouth on his dick was all of his dreams come true. His dragon wanted to grip her hair and take over, fuck her pretty mouth until her lips were swollen and her eyes were wet.

Do it , she said, grabbing his hand and putting it in her hair. Use me the way you want me, Bas. I trust you.

Bas’s dragon side took over. It wanted to dominate her, make her know that she belonged to him and no one else. Bas’s fingers tightened in her hair and pulled her down.

Just relax and breathe, little hawk. I’ll do the rest, he said. He waited until she nodded, and the tension in her body left her. Good girl. Just breathe.

Bas had enough control to move slowly, to let her adjust, and when she didn’t object, he let the dragon go. He couldn’t look away as he watched his dick disappearing between her lips, enjoying the softness of her mouth and tongue, even the occasional sharp bump of her teeth. He was going to lose his mind.

He let her feel all of it, how good she felt, how much he loved it, how he would always love her hands and mouth on him, how he would always make sex so fucking good for the both of them.

“I’m going to come, so if you don’t want it in your mouth, tell me now,” he growled. Bridget’s hands tightened on his hips, and she pushed her mouth further down on him. “Fuck, so good. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Bas came with a shout, his brain falling offline as his body broke from the fire in his veins, the magic, the release. He had enough sense to loosen his grip on Bridget as he filled her mouth. She was moaning, even as she pulled free.

“Bas, I’m going to…” Bridget hung onto his thighs, panting as she came again. Bas got the full power of her orgasm straight into his psyche, and his knees weakened. She let him go as he slid down the shelves. She climbed into his lap and kissed him.

Bas pulled her close, his hands trembling as they gripped the back of her shirt. He could taste himself on her tongue, mixing with her own flavor of spice and coffee, and nothing had ever felt so right.

“Holy shit,” she whispered, her chest still heaving as she fought to catch her breath. “That was…”

“Yeah. It was,” he agreed, not knowing the right words. He slowly withdrew from her mind and nuzzled into her neck. He just needed to hold onto her, let her warmth and weight ground him back into reality.

Bridget melted against him. “I didn’t think anything could feel like that.”

“I told you I was good with my mind,” Bas said smugly.

Bridget pinched his side, her laugh soft against his neck. “You should have been more specific.”

“I have to have a few surprises to keep you interested,” he replied, making her laugh again.

Bridget leaned back. “If you think I’m going to give you up knowing you can do that to me, you have another thing coming, Greatdrakes.”

Bas’s heart kicked over dangerously. “I’m glad we are on the same page.”

Bridget kissed him soft and sweet and all too briefly. “Let’s find this dream monster, and then we can worry about whatever this is between us.”

Bas knew it was her way of protecting herself, so he didn’t argue. The dragon and the man didn’t need any extra confirmation on what they already saw as fact.

They were keeping Bridget, and nothing, not dream monsters or her shitty self-esteem, was going to stop them. It didn’t matter how long it took them to convince her they were made for each other. He would be a patient hunter, and it would make the moment she surrendered to their mating all the sweeter.