mine combined with his, a high spell could be cast. Now barely able to think, I wondered if that was his goal.
His magic touched my lips, opening them, and slipped inside. It wasn’t a physical kiss, but the sensation devastated me, drugged me with its potency. Even with the complete lack of physicality, there was a sense of intimacy that seemed to invite him into my very soul.
Tell me you want me, his voice whispered in my head.
N-no, I thought, apprehension and desire tearing at me.
I felt, rather than heard, his laughter, which reverberated over me like the hum of a vibrator. The way he’d brought down my defenses terrified me. It was as though I’d been trained to deal with house cats and suddenly turned to face a Siberian tiger.
His assault on my senses increased, the pressure on my crotch was unbearable. I wanted him to take me. Immediately.
Sex concentrated and began to congeal around us. He collected it and pushed it into me. I gasped at the burning invasion, was filled, stretched, expanding until I was shrieking with power. Then the Sex changed, turning bright and hard and ripping through my body like jagged razors of ecstasy, flaying me alive and twisting my insides until I thought I would explode. I screamed. The green canopy around us burst into flames. The sky collapsed in bricklike chunks of blue, revealing the dark red wall of psychic defense stretched tightly over my astral self—my ego. A fine tremor went through the shield, and my heart skipped a beat. I raised my arms like Atlas holding the heavens, whether in supplication or support I couldn’t tell.
Farewell, Ramiel’s voice whispered, caressing my dream like a promise.
***
I woke up on the floor in my study. Panting and soaked in sweat.
Damn it.
I got to my feet, staggering like a drunken sailor. My sex was swollen and moist, every inch of my body felt raw, and the damned demon was gone. I had no idea where to find him so I could wring his neck. I glanced at my hands. They weren’t burned as I’d expected, but…the slimy feeling was gone. Weird.
And speaking of weird, how the hell had he gotten inside my dream? I thought back carefully. I hadn’t invited him in any way. He didn’t have anything of mine to create a link. And there was another line of defense in my home—Valerie’s wardings, the best in the business.
When I felt a little surer of my balance, I glanced at the ceiling, then stared with my mouth open. The wardings were intact, which was impossible if I’d been dream-invaded.
How…? He hadn’t been a figment of my imagination. I know a demon when I see one, and the thing that had just enslaved my senses definitely qualified. But the wardings had to have been broken in order for him to enter the condo and my mind. It was immutable law. I climbed onto a chair and touched the faint outlines on the ceiling. My hands trembled. The etchings and designs emanated more power than I’d ever experienced before—and they weren’t the ones Valerie had created.
I shoved some books aside to read the radio clock on my desk. 4:34 a.m. Still really early.
But hell, this was important.
Snapping my cell phone open, I speed-dialed Valerie’s home number. She picked up after the fifth ring.
“Hello?” came her voice, low and drunk with sleep.
“Valerie, sorry I woke you up, but it’s urgent.”
I could hear a querulous masculine murmur in the background. “Ashera? What the—I thought you were going to get some rest before tomorrow. Or is it today?” She punctuated the last sentence with a yawn.
“Someone broke your wardings and invaded my dream. You need to come see this before we go to TriMedica tomorrow.” I raked my hair. “Today. Whatever.”
“Ex cuse me?” She sounded more awake now. “No one breaks my wardings.”
“Well, someone did. And he redrew them before leaving. And the wardings are more powerful than before.”
Silence. The masculine voice muttered something, but Valerie instantly shushed
His magic touched my lips, opening them, and slipped inside. It wasn’t a physical kiss, but the sensation devastated me, drugged me with its potency. Even with the complete lack of physicality, there was a sense of intimacy that seemed to invite him into my very soul.
Tell me you want me, his voice whispered in my head.
N-no, I thought, apprehension and desire tearing at me.
I felt, rather than heard, his laughter, which reverberated over me like the hum of a vibrator. The way he’d brought down my defenses terrified me. It was as though I’d been trained to deal with house cats and suddenly turned to face a Siberian tiger.
His assault on my senses increased, the pressure on my crotch was unbearable. I wanted him to take me. Immediately.
Sex concentrated and began to congeal around us. He collected it and pushed it into me. I gasped at the burning invasion, was filled, stretched, expanding until I was shrieking with power. Then the Sex changed, turning bright and hard and ripping through my body like jagged razors of ecstasy, flaying me alive and twisting my insides until I thought I would explode. I screamed. The green canopy around us burst into flames. The sky collapsed in bricklike chunks of blue, revealing the dark red wall of psychic defense stretched tightly over my astral self—my ego. A fine tremor went through the shield, and my heart skipped a beat. I raised my arms like Atlas holding the heavens, whether in supplication or support I couldn’t tell.
Farewell, Ramiel’s voice whispered, caressing my dream like a promise.
***
I woke up on the floor in my study. Panting and soaked in sweat.
Damn it.
I got to my feet, staggering like a drunken sailor. My sex was swollen and moist, every inch of my body felt raw, and the damned demon was gone. I had no idea where to find him so I could wring his neck. I glanced at my hands. They weren’t burned as I’d expected, but…the slimy feeling was gone. Weird.
And speaking of weird, how the hell had he gotten inside my dream? I thought back carefully. I hadn’t invited him in any way. He didn’t have anything of mine to create a link. And there was another line of defense in my home—Valerie’s wardings, the best in the business.
When I felt a little surer of my balance, I glanced at the ceiling, then stared with my mouth open. The wardings were intact, which was impossible if I’d been dream-invaded.
How…? He hadn’t been a figment of my imagination. I know a demon when I see one, and the thing that had just enslaved my senses definitely qualified. But the wardings had to have been broken in order for him to enter the condo and my mind. It was immutable law. I climbed onto a chair and touched the faint outlines on the ceiling. My hands trembled. The etchings and designs emanated more power than I’d ever experienced before—and they weren’t the ones Valerie had created.
I shoved some books aside to read the radio clock on my desk. 4:34 a.m. Still really early.
But hell, this was important.
Snapping my cell phone open, I speed-dialed Valerie’s home number. She picked up after the fifth ring.
“Hello?” came her voice, low and drunk with sleep.
“Valerie, sorry I woke you up, but it’s urgent.”
I could hear a querulous masculine murmur in the background. “Ashera? What the—I thought you were going to get some rest before tomorrow. Or is it today?” She punctuated the last sentence with a yawn.
“Someone broke your wardings and invaded my dream. You need to come see this before we go to TriMedica tomorrow.” I raked my hair. “Today. Whatever.”
“Ex cuse me?” She sounded more awake now. “No one breaks my wardings.”
“Well, someone did. And he redrew them before leaving. And the wardings are more powerful than before.”
Silence. The masculine voice muttered something, but Valerie instantly shushed
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