Wicked Games 01 by The Highwayman

Author:The Highwayman
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

S ometime in the early morning hours, Max decided to walk down the street to the café he’d noticed earlier, for hot coffee and cinnamon rolls. The smell satisfied him. Getting to watch Aby eat would, too.

Just getting to see her again would rock his world.

She’d dreamed about him. Them. Making love.

God, if he could dream, he’d dream the same.

During any dream walk through a sexual fantasy he experienced some form of satisfaction. He felt looser, relaxed, as if he had climaxed. Yet the inability to viscerally recall that pleasure did not cease to torment.

Until Aby.

He’d felt it all. He’d ridden the feeling even after shucking the shadow. He’d actually climaxed.

Bounding up the stairs in the foyer, he wanted to shout to the world. She did it! I did it! Aren’t you happy for me?

He had to tell her. To let her in on his darkest secret. After she accepted that he’d walked in her dreams without permission, she’d be happy for him. Because she would understand. She had to. Aby chose to understand him, even knowing that he was in it to kill her.

“Not anymore. Never.” He couldn’t kill the one woman who could give him pleasure.

And if she could also help him exorcise the demon? Man, he’d owe her the world.

Tracing his fingers along the tiled wall as he approached her door, he sensed the energy in the sigils hum through his fingertips. She was smart to have done this. He suspected, though, the werewolf might have something to do with it.

What was that man to her?

Even as he tried to put the wolf out of his brain, his hackles rose as he landed at Aby’s door and sensed the presence inside. He couldn’t smell them, or see through doors, but something about werewolves always made Max’s skin prickle.

He hesitated. It was presumptuous of him to think Aby would like another visit from him so soon. But he’d taken a piece of her into him last night. She had given him something he’d pined for over centuries. He could no more stay away than he could resist shadowing.

Aby had begun to sublimate his needs as much as the shadow.

He finally knocked. The door opened before he could rap a third time.

The werewolf actually snarled at him. “You?” He looked over the brown bag and coffee cup Max held. “Who the hell are you?”

“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”

Max strode inside, tightening his jaw to prevent showing the wince as the wards tugged at him.

The wolf hissed against his neck as he passed closely. He thought of drawing out the whip, but the look on Aby’s face immediately told him she hadn’t expected the wolf to be here.

“He can enter without permission? I thought I told you to stay away from him?”

“Sev, he’s a friend.”

“The Highwayman is your friend? Aby, what the hell has he done to you? This man kills familiars.”

“I wouldn’t harm a hair on Aby’s head,” Max interjected. And he meant it, too.

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