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I’m like a black hole of smut. Ha! That sounds like a porno.
white bedding, white pillows, white curtains… Boy, someone liked to bleach things.
It sounded suspiciously like church, so I was glad to skip. I had known way too many hypocritical religious folks in my lifetimes.
This guy. Did his bed only come with two wrong sides?
the small bell in Mikhail’s hand chimed a loud, sour note, like it too was ashamed of who I was
“You have to go to group therapy every single day? And you still think this place isn’t Hell?”
His ears—those perfect golden shells which I in no way wanted to lick and see if that would make this guy’s robe fit funny—started
But coincidences had never been on my side before.
“I brought tribute, my goddess.” “All I need is you,” I protested. “Yes. Me… and this.” He leaned over my bed, rubbing what turned out to be a dark chocolate truffle over his full lips,
for eternity. I want nothing for myself. I love only to please you and bring you as many orgasms as your heart desires. All the orgasms. All for you.”
“Come in. Your alpha has prepared a nest for you. It’s time for your heat, my sweet omega.” Aw, yeah. This was that dream.
which had become a pirate ship. Mikhail growled, “I’ve been wanting to swab your lower decks all day, Feather,”
Dang, I was good at dreaming.
You interrupted a really good fantasy. I should make you walk a dream plank.”
“What? It’s not rocket surgery.”
wishing I had the courage to trace the lines of his face. I’d probably poke out his eye, though.
From the weird light that kept flashing around the room, I had the feeling they were having an eyeball-lightsaber fight.
using my keen sense of direction to get lost three times—opening
and try to come up with some sort of plan that wasn’t entirely stolen from a cartoon,
