“Dullahan,” I groaned, wishing he’d let me touch him right now as I held his head and thrust in it. His tongue lapped at my length and his throat opened up, inviting me deeper. He was very good at giving head and I reasoned that’s probably how he usually got himself off. I could imagine it too—his legs spread wide in a chair, his hands wrapped around his severed head, and forcing himself to take his fat cock again and again until he came down his own throat.

A groan rumbled from me as I came in his mouth. Dullahan grabbed his head, pulling it back on his body as need welled inside me.

“Let me touch you,” I insisted in irritation, trying to twist around. He snatched my tail again and it thrashed in his grip.

“You said your control is bad,” he rasped. “What were you dreaming about?” He asked, making me go still. Well, that was one way to throw ice water on the situation. I jerked out of his grip and got off the bed.

Lacey had been here for an entire week now and I was losing my mind. Each night I caved and went to her dreams. Each morning I woke up with less control than the last.

I didn’t even trust myself to be in the same room with her anymore. I also didn’t trust myself to feed at all, so the hunger was gnawing at me. I was fighting it roughly every day. I understood not eating was making it worse but if I let the demon out to feed, I would lose control.

“What is the issue?” Dullahan asked as I paced around trying to explain it to him. To come clean about almost everything. I still wasn’t admitting to the dreams. That felt…private. Those were Lacey and mine—even if she couldn’t remember it. They were intimate, not just about sex. I was in love with her, was the truth and yet knew I couldn’t be with her in reality. My desire was boundless and she’d suffer the consequences.

She was so perfect. Her Greed made her so hungry for me. The way she clung to me, begged for more, encouraged me further, and delighted in my full demonic state made me feel at peace with myself. The dreams were both my therapy and my torture all in one. I didn’t know how to stop. She didn’t even remember them.

“I wouldn’t let you hurt her, Lorcan,” Dullahan said, standing up after listening to me ramble about how much my demon wanted her. I snorted and shook my head.

“You couldn’t stop me,” I said.

“You forget who I am,” he said and I whirled around on him, shoving him in the chest.

“And you forget what I am,” I snarled. “I might show you my weaknesses but I am anything but weak. You don’t know the power I hold at bay. The immense demonic presence begging to come out and consume the world. You couldn’t stop me. No one could.” He kept his face blank other than raising one eyebrow slowly.