I push up into him, not caring at all that he can feel my arousal. It’s not like he’s hiding his.
And this is my fantasy, after all.
I may as well do what I want. Enjoy the embrace.Experience our mating…
I dig my nails into his muscles, earning me a growl from the Alpha. A growl that’s mixed with his purr. The sound is delectable and draws a moan from deep within.
I want so much more.
His knot inside me.
His thick shaft stroking me.
His teeth in my skin…
“I wish you could truly claim me,” I pant against his mouth. “Make me yours in every way… for real.” I lean in to kiss him more, but he pulls back to stare down at me.
“Why wouldn’t I be able to claim you?” he asks, his brow furrowing as some of the lust leaves his features.
“Because this a dream,” I tell him, laughing a little. “But if you want to bite me, I won’t say no. In fact, I think I would like that a lot.” I tilt my head to the side. “It would be nice to know how it’ll feel. A memory to take with me to the grave.”
He stills. “What does that mean?”
Now it’s my turn to frown. “What does what mean?”
“A memory to take to the grave.”
I sigh. “Can we get back to the kissing and claiming thing? This feels like a waste of time, especially when I could wake up at any moment.”
He goes to his elbows on either side of my head. “Ashlyn.”
“Grey,” I murmur coyly back at him, then bat my eyes. “Bite me.”
“No.”
“What do you meanno?” I demand. “This ismydream.”
“Ash—”
“If you’re not going to bite me, then at least knot me. That’s the least you can do after everything I intend to endure for you.”
He gapes down at me. “And what is it you intend toendurefor me?”
I stare up at him, my lips curling down into a deeper frown. His question doesn’t feel right. Because it’s not something I would ask myself in a dream.
In fact, I wouldn’t be doinganyof this in a fantasy. Just kissing and knotting.
But the way this Alpha is studying me… doesn’t feel all that fantastical. It feels real.Tooreal.
“This isn’t a dream,” I whisper, realizing the truth of it as I voice the words out loud.
“No. It’s very muchnota dream. So start talking.”
I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“You can.”
“No, Grey. Ican’t.”
