Page 82 of Princess of Bael

An attraction that would never die.

This was the only part of my lifetime sentence that I enjoyed—the part where I controlled the fantasy. Where I mastered my mate and called hermine.

Sometimes she fought me.

Sometimes she even killed me.

And I always woke up hard for her as a result.

The lethal edge to our connection drove me wild. Perhaps because I knew she would one day succeed in her mission to destroy me.

She hated me.

For good reason.

But that just made the passion between us burn that much hotter.

At least in dreams like this one.

She started to stir against me, and I wondered if we would fight naked or just go straight to fucking. I couldn’t define my current mood, my mind fuzzy and warm in an almost foreign manner.

I sighed, content in a way I hadn’t been in a very long time. Almost as though I’d finally reignited our blood bond.

Definitely a dream, I mused. Because that would never happen.

Kayla stretched, her warm body gliding against mine as our legs intertwined. Her head rolled against my shoulder, a soft moan leaving her as she nuzzled her nose against my chest.

My lips curled. “Well, this is certainly new.” My voice came out a bit more gravelly than normal, but I ignored it in favor of the naked female pressed up against my side.

Kayla froze. “Wh-what?” The sleep in her voice was an enduring quality I’d not experienced much in these dreams. I rather liked it.

She tilted her head back, her caramel-brown eyes widening in surprise. I tightened my arm around her shoulders, holding her against me.

“Generally, we fight first,” I murmured, reaching up with my free hand to draw my fingers through her tangled locks of hair. They were tinted red today, making her normally dark hair a more auburn shade with the brown strands mingling with the red.

I wasn’t sure what part of my mind had created this new look, but it certainly matched her usual fiery attitude.

“Then we fuck,” I continued, my gaze falling to her plump lips. “But I’m okay with skipping the fight this round, unless you want it for foreplay purposes.”

Her brow crinkled. “We’ve never fucked.”

“Oh, we fuck every time I dream of you,” I admitted. “But usually we start with our clothes on. Then we battle, I pin you, and our clothes disappear.” I dropped my focus to her bare breasts. “However, we’re already naked. So we can skip that part, and I can devour you instead.”

Because I was longing to taste her, the intrinsic need burned through my soul and demanded I take her mouth. Takeher. Claim her as mine. Solidify our bond and heal us both.

So I did.

I kissed her.

Because this was my dream, making this my fantasy to control.

Only, Kayla’s hand pressed against my chest, pushing me back, her irises glittering like burnt gold as she stared at me. “Ezra.”

“Kayla,” I returned. “Fancy a fight, then?” An ironic thing to ask since this was all in my head. Because it meantIwanted the fight, not her.

Which was strange.

Because I didn’t feel physically up for a battle right now.