"Will come back soon. But for now, you need rest. We'll be here when you wake up."
She nodded, already drifting off.
And as I watched her sleep, and finally at peace, I knew. We couldn't keep this from her much longer. She had to know the truth about who she was. About who we were to her. About everything. But not yet. Not while she was vulnerable. After the heat broke. When she was herself again. Then we'd tell her everything.
And pray she didn't run.
NAOMI
Iwoke to pleasure. Deep, rolling waves of it, starting at my core and radiating outward until my entire body hummed with sensation.
For a moment, I thought I was still dreaming. The dream had been so vivid, Rowan's hands on me, his voice in my ear, his body moving against mine with controlled precision. But the feeling didn't fade. It intensified.
I opened my eyes slowly, my vision adjusting to the low light of the room. The nest was still around me, soft and familiar now. And Rowan was inside me. Moving slowly. Deliberately. Each thrust measured and controlled, designed to soothe rather than inflame.
"You called for me," he said quietly, his dark eyes meeting mine. "In your sleep. You were whimpering, reaching for something. Me…" He paused, his hips rolling in a way that made me gasp. "Is this okay?"
Was it okay? He was inside me while I slept. Maybe it should have been a violation. Instead, it felt like relief. The best way to wake up. This was perfect, I wrapped my legs around him to pull him closer.
"Yes," I breathed. "God, yes. Don't stop."
"I won't."
He continued that slow, devastating rhythm. Not rushing. Not chasing his own release. Just focused entirely on me. On easing the heat that even now was building again in my core. I reached up, my hands finding his face, pulling him down until our mouths met.
The kiss was different from before. Not desperate or frantic. This was slow. Exploratory. Like we were learning each other for the first time. Which we were, there wasn’t the same stipulation of this only lasting for one night. Instead, he was here taking care of me, learning what I needed, liked, and desired.
His tongue moved against mine with the same controlled precision as his hips. Coaxing. Teasing. Drawing out sounds I didn't know I could make. Rowan felt better than I’d imagined. It was the first time we’d been alone together, simply doing whatever called to us.
"Deeper," I whispered against his mouth. "I need you deeper, Sir."
He shifted, his hands gripping my hips as he changed the angle. The next thrust hit something inside me that made stars explode behind my eyes.
"There," I gasped. "So good. So right…”
He understood. He stayed exactly where he was, grinding against that spot with shallow, perfect movements that built pleasure so intense it bordered on unbearable. My hands moved over him, exploring the hard planes of his chest, the scars that marked his skin, the tension in his shoulders as he controlled our pleasure. His restraint as he put my pleasure first.
"You can let go," I told him. "You don't have to hold back."
"This isn't about me," he said, his voice rough. "This is about you. Taking what you need."
"I need you." I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist again. "All of you. Not just the careful version." I didn't know how to explain it. "I need you to lose control."
Something flickered in his eyes. Heat. Hunger. Permission. That’s when I saw his wolf burning toward the surface, ready to take over. I nodded, needing his animalistic nature to take us over the edge.
"You sure about that?" he growled out.
"Yes."
His hand came down on my ass, sharp, sudden, perfectly placed. I cried out, the spike of pain mixing with pleasure in a way that made my vision blur.
"Thank you, Sir," I gasped.
He obliged. Another slap, harder this time, on the other side. The heat that had been simmering flared into an inferno. Fresh slick coated my thighs, my body responding to the pain-pleasure combination with desperate need. It coated our sexes so much that the crude sound of skin slapping skin echoed loudly. It intensified the sensations that I was feeling.
"More," I begged. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, Sir. My Rowan…"
He gave me more. His thrusts became harder. Faster. Each one punctuated by the sharp sting of his hand on my ass, on my thighs, anywhere he could reach. The pain drew out the need in me, made it sharper, brighter, necessary. Then he held my hands above my head as he pinned me to the nest.
