his hands at his words.
He couldn’t possibly know about the dream with Anassa. There was no way. He wasn’t present at all.
“I don’t know—”
Sergius moved a little closer and dabbed the wound with a cotton ball. It stung but not as much as that morning.
“Jade, you can’t pretend that dream didn’t happen,” he said. “We were together. And it wasn’t the first time.”
Heat assaulted her face. Even though she’d realized they shared dreams, the attack had pushed some of the implications to the back of her mind. After all, they hadn’t just had sex, she had said a lot of things, emotional and intimate things, that she thought were private. Now Sergius knew everything.
Jade struggled to stand, but Sergius was sitting in front of her, and she had nowhere to go. He finished bandaging her arm, and she forced herself to look in his eyes.
“Hybrids aren’t like normal humans,” he said quietly, holding her gaze. “The Azilians seemed to know this, given the way they specifically seek out Vestals for their organization.”
“Vestals?”
“In our world, the hybrid will find a Vestal through a connection, a deep connection where they almost call to each other. A Vestal that is their one and only.”
“One and only…?”
“Mate.”
Jade frowned. She’d heard the Azilians push some similar nonsense, and never thought much about it, but now Sergius was telling her all this again. Maybe the hybrids were just as insane.
“That’s crazy,” she said. “First of all, that’s not the way things work. There is never just one person. And second of all, we haven’t… been together.”
Sergius raised a brow.
“We haven’t?” he asked. “We’ve been together more than once.”
She couldn’t believe it. He was actually suggesting that them having sex in a dream was the same as the real thing?
This was all too much. Jade turned from where she sat and tried to move down the couch to get around him.
She gasped when Sergius leaned in and pressed his mouth to hers.
She wanted to pull away and pretend like none of this had ever happened. But her body wanted otherwise, and when she leaned in to wrap her arms around him it just felt… perfect.
Chapter Eleven
Sergius pressed forward until Jade leaned back on the couch.
He wasn’t about to let her slip away. He sensed it with her: the need to run off and the fear of belonging somewhere.
He could understand that. Belonging had never been easy for him, but she did belong there. She belonged with him.
He’d wondered if kissing in person would be different than when they’d kissed in the dream, and not a soft kiss like from before, but something with true passion behind it.
The dream had a sort of waxy sheen to it, and although it felt very real in many ways, having her there in the flesh was a totally different scenario.
Sergius nibbled her lip. She rewarded him with a moan against his mouth. He took the opportunity and slipped his tongue between her soft lips. His tongue slid against hers and swirled along the side. He hardened.
Her fingers trailed along the tattoo at the back of his neck and then up onto his stubbled head. He loved the feel of her fingers on him, having her explore his exposed skin.
His hands moved along the side of her waist and then down until he met her hips. He pulled her hard against his body and grunted when her center met his aching, rigid cock.
Jade moved her lower half against him, rubbing, teasing. The heat seeping through her pajama pants and into his jeans filled him with desperation to be inside her.
They had spent so long waiting. He didn’t want to wait anymore. They already knew how to pleasure each other. After all, they’d practiced in the dream.
Sergius wrapped his arms around her back and lifted her from the couch. Jade moaned against him at the added pressure.
He carried her to the bedroom and laid her back on the bed. He yanked her pants from her body, exposing her soft, lacy
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