Chapter 24: Hotel Bed

Damon

No other accommodations were available at the hotel on such late notice, and he was too exhausted after showering to drag himself from Renee's hotel room outside into the bus. He shifted in the leather chair; his groin draped by his towel. His bones were heavy and tired as if he'd carried a great weight all day. If not for the sampling of her sexual aura back in the cave, he would have fallen on his face from lack of nourishment before they were rescued. Incubi didn't need sleep per se, but they did have to rest and allow their spirit to travel the silver cord to another dreamer to feed. Damon hadn't done that until Renee pulled him into her dream. Twice.

He closed his eyes. Contentment washed over him just being next to Renee, even as she slept, and not having to work so hard to get past her shields. Bathing in her presence, her aura was enough.