The master bedroom was dark except for the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Sable lay tangled in the white sheets, her body twisting as she fought invisible demons.
“Please don’t go…” she whispered to the empty air. I’ll be good, I promise…”
Cold sweat had soaked through her thin cotton pajama top. Her hair stuck to her neck in damp tendrils.
I approached the bed carefully, not wanting to startle her.
“Sabi.” I kept my voice gentle. “You’re dreaming. Wake up.”
She didn’t respond. If anything, her distress seemed to increase.
‘I’m sorry, mama… I couldn’t save you…”
The broken words shattered what was left of my restraint. I sat on the edge of the mattress and placed a careful hand on her shoulder.
“Sabi, it’s just a dream.”
Her skin was burning hot beneath my palm. She leaned into the touch unconsciously, her body seeking comfort even in sleep.
She’s looking for her mother.
Isabella’s death had devastated fifteen-year-old Sable. I remembered finding her crying in the stables for weeks afterward, refusing comfort from anyone.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart.” I shook her gently. “You’re safe.”
Instead of waking, she turned toward me. Her arms reached out blindly, searching for comfort.
“Don’t leave,” she mumbled. ‘Please don’t leave me too.”
I hesitated for a moment, then carefully lied onto the bed beside her. She immediately curled against my side, her head finding my shoulder.
This is wrong. She’s asleep. She doesn’t know what she’s doing.
But I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Not when she was clinging to me like I was her lifeline.
I’m not going anywhere, I whispered against her hair.
She sighed softly. Her body relaxed as the nightmare faded, but in her sleep, she pressed closer. Her leg draped over mine. Her cotton pajama top, already loose from her restless movements, shifted as she settled against me
That’s when I became aware of the warmth of her body against mine
The than fabric of her pajames did nothing to hide the soft curves beneath I could feel every breath she took, the rise and fall of her chest.
My body responded before my mind could stop it Heat pooled low in my belly
She’s asleep, you sick fuck
But my cock didn’t care about my moral objections Blood rushed south, making my jeans uncomfortably tight.
Sable shifted restlessly in her sleep. ‘Hot… she mumbled, her voice thick with dreams. “Too hot…”
Her hands moved to her pajama top, tugging at the fabric. In her unconscious state, she pulled at the neckline, trying to cool herself down. The loose cotton slipped completely off one side, exposing her entire breast.
My mouth went dry.
Her breast was full and pale white. The pink nipple stood erect in the cool air.
Look away.
Instead, I found myself memorizing every detail. The delicate blue veins beneath her skin. The way her breast rose and fell with each breath.
I stared for several seconds, heat flooding through my body. The ache was too much, so I slipped my hand down and stroked myself a few times.
Then I clenched my jaw and reached for the edge of her pajama top. I pulled the fabric back into place, covering her properly.
But the damage was done. The image was burned into my retinas forever.
Sable made a soft sound in her sleep and pressed closer. Her hand moved restlessly across my chest, unconsciously exploring.
Then her palm slid lower.
Her fingers found the rigid length of my erection through my jeans.
I bit back a groan, my hips jerking involuntarily at the contact.
This has to stop.
But Sable’s hand didn’t move away. She seemed to press closer.
She mumbled something incoherent and nuzzled against my neck. Her breath was warm against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.
Storm was going insane in my consciousness. “Take her! She wants us! Can’t you feel it?”
Her hand moved again, fingers tracing the outline of my cock through the denim. The innocent touch was driving me out of my mind.
I was seconds away from losing all control. From turning her onto her back and claiming what my body insisted was mine.
Instead, I carefully extracted myself from her embrace.
The moment I moved away, Sable whimpered in protest. Her arms reached out, searching for the warmth I’d taken away.
“Stay, she whispered, still lost in dreams. “Please stay.”
I can’t.
If I stayed, I would do something we’d both regret. Something that would destroy any chance we had of building something real.
I pulled the comforter up around her shoulders, pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, and forced myself to step back from the bed.
Then I rushed into the bathroom and slammed the door behind me. My hands shook as I reached for the shower controls, cranking the cold water to maximum.
Ice-cold spray hit my overheated skin like a shock. I gasped, pressing my palms against the tile wall.
Think about anything else. Pack reports. Border disputes. Anything.
But my mind refused to cooperate. My cock throbbed painfully, demanding attention.
Storm’s mocking laughter echoed in my consciousness. “The mighty Lycan King. How many times now have you jerked off thinking about her?”
Sable’s POV
My eyes opened slowly, consciousness drifting back like warm honey. Something felt different this morning. My body was relaxed in a way it hadn’t been for… months? Years?
“That’s weird…” I stretched beneath the covers. “I haven’t slept this well in forever.”
The stress knots in my shoulders had vanished overnight. Even my perpetual headache was gone. I felt… rested.
But there was something else. A lingering warmth spread across my skin, like phantom traces of being held. Protected. just a dream.
Except the sensation felt too real. Too specific. I could swear I remembered strong arms around me, the steady rhythm of another heartbeat against my ear.
My hand moved across the sheets where the feeling was strongest. The fabric felt cool, but underneath-
My face went nuclear red.
“Oh god.” I pressed both palms against my burning cheeks. “Tell me I didn’t-“
Fragments crashed back. Searching hands in the darkness. My fingers finding something hard and warm. Something unmistakably… male.
“No way. That did not happen.” But heat pooled low in my belly at the memory. “It was just a dream.”
But what if it wasn’t?
The possibility made my stomach flip. Had I actually… touched him? While he was sleeping next to me?
Why would he be in my bed?
Think, Sable. Think.” I sat up, running my hands through tangled hair. ‘What exactly do you remember?”
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