I can barely speak. I just nod frantically and push back against him, making small, desperate sounds.
“Please, yes, please.”
I need it so badly that I can’t think straight. He bends me forward, his hand between my shoulder blades, and positionsme how he wants me, with my ass in the air. I’m exposed and vulnerable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I feel him line himself up, the head of his cock against my pussy. He’s so big, bigger than anything I’ve taken before, and then he pushes inside with one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the stretch. Fuck, he’s enormous, filling me completely, spreading me open around his thickness. I feel every inch as he sinks deeper. Those silver markings are raised like veins, dragging against my walls.
He starts moving, slowly at first, then faster. Each thrust pushes me forward and pins me against the wall. There’s no escape, no control, and it’s exactly what I need. His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, his supernatural strength keeping me in place while he takes what he wants. He pounds into me, hitting spots that make my vision blur.
Pleasure builds and coils in my core, and he feels it, too. He knows I’m close, so he reaches around and finds my clit, rubbing circles that match his thrusts. It’s too much, too good, and I can’t hold back. The orgasm is right there, within reach. I whimper and push against him, wanting to take him deeper, harder. Fuck, it’s right there, so fucking close… Please, please…
I wake up gasping, my body convulsing. The orgasm rips through me, real and powerful. My muscles clench around nothing, my pussy spasming and soaking through my pajama pants, and I bite my lip hard to keep from crying out. I didn’t even touch myself. It was the dream that pushed me over the edge.
I come down slowly, panting, and I lie there trembling, trying to process what just happened. I came in my sleep from a dream about Zeth, and he’s inside me right now.
Horror washes over me.
The room is dark and quiet, except for my ragged breathing. I carefully reach out with my thoughts toward him.
“Zeth?”I try.
Silence.
I try again.“Are you awake?”
Nothing.
I allow myself to feel relieved. He must be sleeping. We’re merged, but we’re still separate entities, right? His consciousness isn’t active, so it means he didn’t see anything. It was just a dream. Just my sleeping brain processing stress, and there’s no point in dwelling on it.
I roll onto my other side and pull my knees to my chest. I screw my eyes shut so tight I see spots behind my eyelids, and I start counting. One, two, three, four. I focus on the numbers and nothing else. I don’t think about the dream or about his cock inside me, and I certainly don’t think about how real and good it felt.
Only numbers. Fifteen, sixteen... Keep counting, Wren. Keep breathing.
Eventually, exhaustion wins over anxiety, and I sink back into sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Zeth
I lie still inside Wren’s body. Her heart hammers against my awareness, her breathing shallow and quick. I can hear her counting in her mind.
I focus all my energy on keeping my thoughts contained and walled off from hers. It takes enormous concentration to prevent my consciousness from bleeding into hers; it feels like holding my breath underwater. Her embarrassment radiates through our connection despite my efforts not to sense it, and I hate that she feels this way. Again, I am the cause.
Slowly, her heartbeat steadies and her breathing deepens. I wait motionless until I’m certain she’s asleep. Only then do I allow myself to relax and let my guard down.
My thoughts flood in now that I can think freely.
The dream was real. I was there and I participated. I experienced everything.
I was sleeping when I was pulled into it and found myself standing outside the steamy shower. The bathroom materialized around me, and I could see her shape through the frosted glass, her delicate silhouette and the curves of her breasts, waist and hips. The steam was so thick that it blurred everything, making it dreamlike and surreal.
I heard her soft whimper, and I knew she was touching herself. A prompt appeared in my head like a whispered invitation:join me.They weren’t words exactly, more like a pull or a desire that reached out and wrapped around me. This was her dream, initiated by her because she was the one who controlled this space in her mind. But now that I was here, I had agency too.
I had two options. I could exit the dream, end it for both of us, and wake her up gently. That would’ve been the right thing to do.I’m her bodyguard who’s supposed to protect her and maintain boundaries. Asleep, she was vulnerable and not in complete control. Everything about the situation screamed that I should leave.
But I didn’t want to.
God, I didn’t want to.
