Everything about you, I thought.
I crouched down, presenting my back to her. Come on, little drunk girl.”
Sable stepped carefully behind me, her hands settling on my shoulders as she climbed onto my back. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and I stood slowly, making sure she was secure before I started walking.
Am 1 too heavy?” she asked, breath warm against my ear.
You weigh nothing at all.”
As we walked beneath the soft glow of street lamps, Sable’s cheek pressed against the back of my neck. Her warm breath sent shivers down my spine, and I had to consciously regulate my breathing to keep my body from reacting too strongly.
“Caelan,” she said, voice muffled against my skin. “You know what I did earlier? I told everyone in that bar that I like you. In front of all those people.”
“I heard every word.”
“Was that embarrassing? I’ve never done anything like that before.”
I adjusted my grip on her legs, making sure she was comfortable. “Not embarrassing at all. I liked hearing the whole world know you’re mine.”
She was quiet for a moment, then her voice turned petulant. “I’m still mad at you about yesterday.”
My steps faltered slightly. “Yesterday?”
“In the bathroom at the restaurant. Her words came out in a rush of drunken honesty. “You pulled me in there and… did those things to me. Like some kind of animal.”
My back went rigid. The memory crashed over me – the jealousy, the possessive rage, the way I’d lost control completely.
“You looked at me like you wanted to devour me,’ she continued. “Not like you loved me. Like you owned me.”
“I don’t like being treated that way, Caelan. I know you’re the Lycan King and you’re used to taking what you want, but I’m not your property.”
Her voice grew stronger, more certain. ‘I never gave Darrell any hope. I never encouraged him. But you didn’t trust me enough to know that
Fuck She’s completely right.
You always act first and think later. What am I to you? Just something to be conquered whenever you feel threatened?”
The pain in her voice cut through me like silver. She was laying bare every mistake I’d made, every moment I’d let my possessive instincts override my respect for her.
5 need you to trust me, she whispered. And I need you to see me as your partner, not your possession.
I stopped walking Right there under a streetlight, I carefully lowered her to the ground and turned to face her. My hands settled on her shoulders, gentle but finm
Her cheeks were flushed from alcohol and emotion, eyes bright with unshed tears. Even drunk, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“Sable. My voice came out rougher than 1 intended. ‘I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
She looked up at me, waiting.
You’re right about everything. My possessiveness, my jealousy – it’s not fair to you. I cupped her face in my hands, thumbe stroking her soft skin. You deserve better than that.”
I know you’ve never betrayed my trust. The problem isn’t you it’s me and my fucked-up need to control everything.
Her eyes searched mine. Promise me you’ll try to do better.”
I promise. No more scenes like yesterday. Ever.
Back at her apartment, I used the key she’d given me weeks ago to let us in. The simple act of being trusted with access to her private space still sent warmth through my chest every time.
Sable immediately kicked off her heels and stumbled toward the couch, her movements loose and uncoordinated.
I caught her before she could collapse. “Bath first, then sleep.”
“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled against my chest. “Tired.”
“You’ll feel terrible in the morning if you don’t clean up.” I lifted her easily, carrying her toward the bathroom. “Trust me.” in the bathroom, I set her down carefully and turned on the shower, testing the water temperature with my hand until it was perfect. Steam began to fog the mirror.
“Arms up,” I said gently.
She raised her arms obediently, and I carefully lifted her dress over her head. Her skin was flushed pink from the wine, and I had to force myself to focus on taking care of her rather than how beautiful she looked.
Under the warm spray, she leaned heavily against me, eyes half-closed in contentment. I washed her hair with gentle movements, my fingers working through the long strands while she made soft, pleased sounds.
“Feel good?” I asked,
“Mmm. She nuzzled against my wet shirt. “You take such good care of me.”
After wrapping her in a fluffy towel, I carried her to the bedroom and helped her into a silk nightgown. She swayed on her feet as t blow-dried her hair, the warm air making her drowsy.
“Caelen,” she said as I set down the dryer. Don’t leave yet
I was already moving toward the bathroom to clean up when her small hand caught my wrist.
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The words came out slightly slurred, and my heart stopped for a moment. What did you just say?”
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Sable curled sprint my side, by bowed finding the natural place on my showvider. Within minutes, her braathing had evened out into the deep rhythm of coup
But that’s when my read torture began.
In her sleep, Sable became completely uninhibited. Her body sought warmth and comfort without conscious thought, and apparently, I was the most comfortable thing in her bed.
First, her arm slipped across my chest, fingers unconsciously gripping my shirt. Then one leg hooked over my hip, pulling her body flush against mine.
My body’s response was immediate and painful. Blood rushed south as she pressed against me, soft and warm and completely trusting.
This is going to be the longest night of my life.
Every time I tried to carefully disentangle myself, she would make a small sound of distress in her sleep and pull me closer. It was like she could sense when I was trying to leave, even unconscious.
“Like a cute octopus,” I muttered under my breath.
Around 2 AM, she shifted again, this time settling with her face buried against my neck. Her warm breath sent electricity through my entire nervous system.
Then she started making soft sounds in her sleep. Not quite moans, but breathy little sighs that made my hands clench into fists.
She’s going to kill me, I thought, staring at the ceiling and trying to think about anything except the warm, willing woman wrapped around me like a second skin.
By 4 AM, I’d given up any pretense of sleep. Instead, I lay perfectly still and watched the play of shadows across her face as the hours passed. The way her lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks. The slight part of her lips as she breathed.
When she unconsciously nuzzled closer and let out another one of those soft sighs directly against my throat, I had to bite back a groan.
This is the sweetest torture imaginable, I thought. Holding the woman I love while she sleeps, knowing I could wake her up and show her exactly how much I want her, but choosing to let her rest instead.
The sky was beginning to lighten when she finally shifted away from me, rolling onto her side and giving me my first full breath in hours.
I looked down at her peaceful face, hair spread across the pillow like silk, and felt that familiar surge of protective tenderness.
As dawn broke through the windows, painting everything in soft gold, I finally allowed myself to relax. Sable slept on, completely unaware of the havoc she’d wreaked on my self-control.
And despite the ache in my body and the sleepless night, I’d never been happier.
Sable’s POV
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