I couldn’t stop myself. My control, legendary among my pack for its iron strength, crumbled like tissue paper.
I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. Her lips were soft and warm, tasting faintly of vanilla chapstick. The contact sent fire exploding through my veins, but I wanted more.
My Longue slipped out, tracing along her lower lip before pushing gently between them.
1 found her tongue and sucked on it, savoring the taste of my mate.
The mate bond used to life between us. Even in her unconscious state, I fell something deep within her responding her wolf recognizing mine through the base of sleep
Heat pooled low in my belly. My sock hardened against my jeans as I continued to taste ber, my tongue exploring her mouth with growing hunger.
Then reality crashed back I was seconds away from losing all control, from taking advantage of my unconscious mate.
I pulled back abruptly, my breathing ragged My forehead seated against hers as I bought to regain my composure.
She remained completely still, lost in whatever dreams claimed her. But color bad returned to her cheeks.
“Good night, Sabi,’ I whispered against her lips, my voice hoarse with barely controlled desire. Ill watch over you.”
I pressed two fingers against the delicate skin of Sable’s wrist, feeling for her pulse. The beat was steady and strong beneath my touch signs of distress.
I brushed the back of my hand against her forehead, her temperature felt normal. no irregularities, no
The mate bond shock had overwhelmed her system, combined with whatever emotional trauma shed endured tonight. But her body was handling it well. A good night’s rest should restore her completely.
I tucked the blanket more securely around her shoulders and forced myself to step back from the bed.
Storm whined in my consciousness. Stay with our mate. Protect her.”
She’s safe. She needs space to recover.
“We should be touching her. Holding her.”
And terrify her when she wakes up?
The logical part of my mind knew I was right, but every instinct screamed at me to crawl into that bed and wrap myself around her like a shield.
Instead, I walked toward the bathroom. My legs felt unsteady, like I was drunk on her scent.
I leaned back against the solid wood as I closed the bathroom door.
Deep breaths. Focus.
But all I could think about was the taste of her lips. The way her tongue had felt against mine, soft and sweet and perfect.
Heat pooled low in my belly, spreading outward until my entire body felt like it was on fire.
I stripped off my shirt and tossed it aside, then reached for the shower controls. Cold water would help. It had to help.
I stepped under the cold spray. But I couldn’t control my wild mind.
She tasted so fvcking sweet.
Her soft lips parting under mine, the little sigh she’d made even in sleep when I’d deepened the kiss.
My c0ck hardened again. I fumbled with the button and zipper, shoving the denim down my legs.
Water cascaded over my shoulders and down my chest, but it did nothing to cool the fire burning inside me.
I braced une hand against the tiled wall, my breathing already ragged.
I couldn’t stop myself.
My free band traveled down my torso, fingers trailing through the water running over my abs. When I wrapped my fingers around my c0ck, I groaned at the contact.
I was already fully hard, the head flushed dark with need.
I closed my eyes and let the fantasy take over.
Sable lying beneath me on that bed, her amber eyes heavy with desire instead of fear. Her hands reaching for me, pulling me down for another kiss.
‘Please,” she would whisper against my lips. “I want you.”
My grip tightened as I stroked myself slowly, imagining her voice wether with want.
In my mind, she arched beneath me, her soft br3@sts pressing against my chest as I settled between her thighs. Her n!ppl3s would be hard peaks, begging for my m0vth.
“Caelan,” she would m0@n as I bit down her throat.
My hand moved faster, the rhythm building as the fantasy grew more vivid.
I could picture her so clearly, legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper as I pushed inside her t!ght, w3t heat. She’d be so warm, so perfectly d!ck.
“More,” she’d g@sp, her nails digging into my shoulders. “H@rd3r.”
My hips thrvst forward involuntarily, fvck!ng into my fist as I imagined burying myself completely inside her. She’d take every inch, her body stretching to accommodate me.
The water beat down on my back as I lost myself in the vision. Sable’s face flushed with pleasure, her lips parted as she cried out my name.
“Yes, just like that,” I could hear her saying. “Don’t stop.”
My strokes became more urgent, more desperate. I was so close, right on the edge, but something held me hark
Minutes passed My hand worked frantically, but release remained just out of reach. My rock ached with need, harder than I’d ever been in my life.
What the hell i wrong with me?
7 leaned harder against the wall, my breathing harsh and labored Sweat mixed with the shower spray, making my skin slick.
Then I heard it.
A cry from the bedroom soft but distressed Sable’s voice, caught in the grip of some nightmare.
The sound of my mate in distress shattered the last of my control.
“Sabi… I groaned, her name torn from my throat as my orgasm finally crashed over me.
My c0ck pvls3d in my hand, cvm shooting in thick ropes against the tile wall. The release was so intense it left me shaking, my knees nearly buckling as wave after wave of pleasure tore through me.
1 pressed my forehead against the cool tiles, gasping for air as the last tremors subsided.
I stayed there for several minutes, letting the water wash away the evidence of my desperation. When I finally straightened up, I couldn’t help but shake my head at myself
The Lycan King, reduced to jerking off in a shower.
The first time in my adult life 1d needed my own hand to find release.
But even as I mocked myself, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time.
Sable’s POV
My eyes snapped open to unfamiliar surroundings. Cream-colored walls. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Egyptian cotton sheets that definitely werent mine.
Where on 17
1st upright, beart hammering against my ribs My hands flew to my clothes, checking frantically. My shirt was still buttoned, leans still sipped. Underwear
The God, I incathed “Nothing happened?
Fragments of last night crashed back in waves. The mate bond That overwhelming shock of recognition when I’d seen Caelan across the hotel lobby. The way his eyes had blazed gold before shifting back to tdue. Then darkness
Id fainted Righs there in the middle of the Moonridge Grand marble lobby like some Victorian maiden fvck!ng embarrassing
Esme stirred lazily in my consciousness. Good morning, sunshine How are we feeling about our mute today?”
Don’t start.
“You can’t avoid this forever, Sable. The bond is real. He’s real.
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