wasn’t hard. Now the blood-filled fucker between his thighs was enlarged to its full length, and he was damn near close to finding out if it was possible for it to rip through the fabric. The sensitive flesh pressed into the zipper, making him groan under his breath as another pulse shot through his dick.
She’s right there. Just slide into her. Ease the ache.
His mouth began to water. Tingles shot through his jaw again, sliding into his teeth. Dyletri’s panic reached a whole other level when the voice in his head reminded him of what had happened earlier in the alley. The light in his veins.
He told himself it was impossible, that there was no way the human girl in his arms could free the force he’d locked inside. But then Ismini moved and made a sound that almost had him shooting off the bed. Her leg shifted, sliding higher.
Illion, help me.
He called out to the Source and let his head fall back as Ismini’s whole body slid against his side, her hips moving, gliding. Her thigh came in contact with his cock, and Dyletri gave a strangled groan as he shot a hand up to wrap around the headboard.
I have to move. Have to get away. What the flying fuck? Dy, you dickwad, you just had to climb on the bed with her, didn’t you?
Ismini exhaled roughly, eyelids fluttering. Dyletri waited to see a glimpse of those beautiful eyes so he could—do what? Slide your hand behind her neck. Tilt her face back. Slip your tongue in between those plumps lips of hers—
Holy. Fuck.
He lost control of his breathing. Whereas before he’d been taking shallow breaths to keep from disturbing Ismini, air whooshed in and out of his lungs. His chest heaved, dragging her scent in with each ragged inhalation.
One hit and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to stop. In all his existence, he’d never smelled anything that affected him to such a degree. He felt half-crazed. The urge to bite into something rode him hard.
“Ismini . . .” His voice was gruff. He used the arm underneath her and grasped her shoulder. He shifted his weight, tightening his abdominals in order to sit up. The moment his hand touched her, however, Ismini moved again, and her lips brushed against the skin above his collar.
Dyletri moaned, his eyes squeezing shut as a shudder ripped through him. The moment her breath made contact, his skin pebbled, he gasped, and nearly choked on his fucking tongue.
A moment later, he heard a crack as his fist turned the intricate stone headboard to dust.
It scared the hell out of him.
Fear was enough to break the hold his desire had on him. Dyletri forced himself to move and let go of the headboard. It re-formed on its own, as everything did on Enzyria, and he moved as carefully as he could while hurrying to extricate himself from her grasp.
He made it off the bed, but Ismini almost followed him. Her eyes darted behind her closed lids when she lay alone once again. A cry of pain left her, her skin flushing with color.
He shouldn’t have found it attractive, but Gods damn it, he did. He ran his tongue across his teeth, wondering how her flesh would feel between them. His body demanded that he get back on that damned bed with her and finish what she’d unwittingly started.
No. Vedlyl. Get Ved.
Ismini whimpered again, curling into a fetal position. Shaken and confused, Dyletri stepped away from the bed. Putting that distance between them hurt like a motherfucker. His cells seemed to pop as he got farther from her. But he forced himself to take another step. And another.
He was five feet away from the bed when Ismini cried out so loudly it almost made him rush back to the bed. Almost.
“Vedlyl, get your ass over here! She needs you!”
Chapter 6
The next few days passed in a fog of darkness punctuated by brief moments of wakefulness. When Ismini finally woke, she found herself in the most comfortable bed she’d ever been in. The sheets felt like clouds against her skin. The mattress, or whatever it was, could have