Mania (Fever Dreams Collection #1)

14. Hazel

Chapter 14

Hazel

Loud banging outside my door rips me out of my errant thoughts. It’s as if I’m startled awake. I realize I’m standing in the middle of my hotel room.

How did I get here?

The banging hasn’t ceased, and I give my head a small shake before quickly moving to the door and unlatching the chain.

“Maeve?” I say, slightly stunned by her appearance.

Tear-stained cheeks.

Red eyes …

“Is that a rope burn on your neck?” I ask in horror.

“You said you’d protect me!” Her voice is a mosaic of fear and pain, and panic. She shoves me in the chest, and I stumble back as she storms into my room. “You said you’d protect me,” she repeats, now a lot more wary, her brown eyes brimming with tears.

Only a few hours have passed since we last spoke … What could have possibly happened ?

“I did — I am,” I say, slightly bewildered. “Maeve, what happened? Where have you been?”

I try to approach her, but she takes a step back, pointing a shaky finger at me. “Your hotel is trying to kill —”

The gust of cold wind is so strong that my gaze immediately flicks to the balcony doors. They’re closed. My body breaks out in goosebumps. When my attention hurriedly returns to Maeve, her gaze appears vacant, her finger still raised up.

My nape prickles as if sensing something else with us in the room. I’ve felt this presence before. Many, many times before.

Maeve blinks. Her arm falls to her side.

She seems to have calmed down in the span of a few seconds.

She focuses back on me. The silence is so thick between us that I can hear the tick, tick, tick of my watch.

Her gaze turns to yearning. “I need you,” she says softly.

I try not to focus on the anguish bleeding through her voice, needing to know she’s not hurt—that she’s safe. “Maeve, what happened to your neck?” My voice cracks with the need to hold her in my arms.

“Not now, Hazel, not now,” she says desperately. “I need you,” she repeats.

My chest cracks open, my heart bleeding for her and only her. Again, I try to step closer, and this time she doesn’t move. Two more quick steps and I pull her into my arms, tilting her chin up. “You already have me,” I breathe against her lips.

She barely lets me finish before she kisses me, her mouth just as ravenous as mine. My hands weave into the hair at the base of her neck. My grip tightens as our kiss deepens in intensity the more we press our bodies together. Maeve’s fingers tug my shirt, pulling me into her. The carnality of a simple touch—the simple press of her body on mine after so long has me groaning into her mouth as I move us toward the bed.

When the backs of her legs connect with the mattress I pitch our bodies down, and I land on top of her without ever breaking the kiss.

There’s a frenzied haste to our actions, my heart slamming hard against my chest to the beat of a crazed staccato.

“This time I won’t stop.” I breathe hard against her lips, my hand groping her breast with a firm squeeze. “Don’t tell me to stop, I can’t, I won’t.”

“Don’t, please , don’t,” she rasps as she claws at my shirt, trying to pull it up my back and over my head.

I break away, tugging it off myself, but don’t bother with the same courtesy with her tank top, ripping it in half instead. Her eyes widen in surprise, but her back arches up as if craving more of this crazed energy I can’t seem to tame.

Maeve appears to read the demand on my face before I have to speak it. Unclasping her bra, her heated gaze pinned to mine while I forcibly tug on her cotton shorts, yanking her panties off her legs in one fell swoop.

While I throw her shorts over my shoulder, Maeve scrambles up the bed on her back and I follow her up. A slow prowl, on my hands and knees, my smile as devilish as I feel.

I stop when I reach her knees, pulling her legs wide open and dropping down onto my stomach. I pause, taking in the delicacy that is Maeve Fortune.

Her pussy glistens with dripping desire, and I drag a finger up her slit to feel it soak my skin. Her breathy whine at my touch goes straight to my cock, but I keep my eyes cast down, focused on the sheer beauty of her perfect pussy when I ask, “Are you offering up all of yourself to me, dream girl?”

She squirms, letting out a low moan packed with need, and I chuckle darkly, my gaze sliding up to meet hers.

“Give me all of you and I’ll offer you everything that is left of me,” she whispers with a twinge of angst. My heart explodes in my chest with the weight of her words, but all it does is make me ache that much more with carnal need.

I run a lazy finger over her clit and her gaze darkens as her fingers pluck one of her peaked nipples, the other hand curling into my hair and tugging me forward.

My cock is painfully hard as it presses into my pants, and I can barely control the urge to mindlessly fuck the mattress for some fleeting relief.

“Careful what you ask for, dream girl.” I push a thick finger into her pussy, and she quivers around me. Our gazes are still locked together. “ All of me wants to fuck you full of my seed and put a baby in you.”

“ Hazel ,” she says, my name on her lips dripping with need.

Her soaked walls squeeze around me and I laugh hungrily before wrapping my lips around her clit and sucking it into my mouth. I slip a second, then a third finger into her cunt, rhythmically pumping in and out while I lick and suck her swollen clit again and again.

“Oh my god,” she mewls, and by the way she pushes my head harder into her pussy and the slow twist of her hips, I can tell she’s close. I force a fourth finger inside, slowly stretching her wide. It only takes a few drags of my tongue over her sensitive clit for her to come, gushing all over my hand.

I hum in crazed hunger, licking the spoils of her orgasm. But nothing can satiate me like the purest of visions of sinking into her warm cunt once and for all.

Pushing myself up onto my knees, I unbuckle my belt. I grin like a madman, watching Maeve’s hooded eyes fall to my waist as my cock springs free. I don’t bother to take them off completely, not when her cunt is begging for me to stretch her wide and full.

Grabbing her thighs with both hands, my thumbs dig into her skin as I drag her toward me, and the small giggle that bursts over her lips has my head fucking spinning.

I fall to one elbow, my face now close to hers and wrap a hand around my shaft, guiding it to her entrance.

“Touch me,” I say. It’s more like a plea. A prayer I never thought would be answered, until now.

Her gaze softly focuses on me and I can barely form a thought before she wraps her hands around my neck and pulls me into a wet, heated kiss.

Just as my tongue sweeps into her mouth, I sheath myself slowly in her warm cunt, and the sensation of her walls wrapping around my length has me almost doubling over.

My head falls into the crook of her neck. “Dream girl,” I whimper into her warm skin. “I must have finally lost my mind,” I groan as I pull out to the tip and thrust back into her with a hard snap of my hips. “You can’t be real.” I drag my nose up her neck, peppering kisses everywhere I can. “You can’t be real.”

“Touch me,” she says, echoing my earlier words. Her voice drips with an erotic lilt, and my cock throbs inside of her. “Touch me and you’ll know how real I am.”

With the faint plea in her answer, my hands begin to rove all over her body, no inch left untouched. Groping, pulling, digging into her flesh, hoping I’ll leave my mark, needing to leave my mark.

Her head falls back deeper into the mattress, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Her mouth open, her feet digging into my ass as I piston into her hard and deep.

My hands continue their devouring journey over her curves until I reach her lips. My fingers curl into her mouth, pressing onto her tongue and she moans at the intrusion.

My skin slaps against hers. Over and over and over. Until I see it. A future so bright with her, my balls ache with release.

“ Maeve ,” I croak. She opens her eyes, pupils blown black. I’m teetering on the edge of madness, the pleasure making it hard to speak. Her lips wrap around my fingers and suck.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath.

I circle her clit with my free hand. Propelled by the need to feel her climax around me. By the bite of her teeth on my fingers and the arch of her back, I feel it coming before it crests, nearly choking my shaft with its intensity.

I bite down on a curse, my cock swelling before I empty myself deep inside her pussy. I greedily coat her inner walls, filling her full of my seed, wishing I could watch it spill out of her swollen entrance as I continue to fuck her through my climax.

Finally, I fall over her, breathless and hollowed out but refuse to pull out just yet.

Maeve is silent under me, her warm skin sticking to mine as her fingers trail over my arm. When they get to my shoulder, her hand stops in its tracks.

Silence.

And then.

“Where did you get that bite mark?”