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Somehow another week passes in this little cabin. Every afternoon, we resume our fighting lessons from the day prior, and I’ve gotten quite skilled at evading his fists. So much so, he’s moved on to holding his blade in hand when he swings, seemingly comfortable with my defense. Every night, I read for a bit before we lie down in front of the fireplace, pleasuring each other for hours.
I’ve learned a number of ways to make him climax, and he’s certainly stumbled upon a few of my darker desires, some I didn’t even realize myself. Such as, how much I enjoy being blindfolded by a pillow, while he does his thing between my thighs. Last night, he held my arms pinned above my head as he fingered me to orgasm, a thought that terrified me, initially, but I’ve come to trust Titus in ways I’ve not trusted men before him. He’s shown me his gentle nature time and again.
I’ve also noticed his nightmares have lessened in the last week. Not once has he awakened in the middle of the night, bellowing, as he did before.
The sexual frustration between us has grown thicker, though. To the extent that my thighs twitch every time he walks into the cabin, and a deep seated throb in my core keeps me awake at night, as I lay naked beside him. I’m beginning to think the yearning I feel is not so much of the body, but of the soul, seeking to form a deeper bond than flesh.
Early morning creeps on the edge of the horizon, casting a dim light into the cabin, as I lay on my side, watching him sleep. His muscles bunch around me, as he holds me to his body, his delicious masculine scent toying with my senses. I palm one of his biceps, and lean forward to kiss his bare shoulder, which twitches beneath my lips, and I smile against his skin.
“Do Alphas ever truly sleep?”
“Not when there’s a beautiful, naked woman lying beside them.” He rolls into me, growling as he nips at my throat.
The stubble of his beard tickles my skin, and I let out a squeal, kicking and squirming, as he digs his fingers into my ribs. “Titus! Please!”
“Please, what?” Face tucked into the crook of my neck, his voice is mumbled.
“Please … don’t!” Another wheeze of laughter squeezes my chest, and I jerk against his torment. “Stop!”
“Don’t stop?”
“No!” A scream flies out of me, my laughter at its height. “I’m going to pee!”
“I pissed on you once. It’s only fair you piss on me.”
“Please!”
In a moment of mercy, he stops, and when I open my eyes, he’s staring down at me. Whatever thoughts are swirling in his head have twisted his expression into something more serious.
“What is it?”
“I dreamed last night that I was standing in the middle of a dark forest. I could hear your screams echo all around me, but I didn’t know from which direction they came. It was so loud, and I searched an eternity for you. I couldn’t find you.”
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. In fact …” I wrap my leg over his, drawing closer to him. “I’ve been thinking … why should we go back, at all?”
“To Szolen? Your family is there.”
“Yes. And I miss my brother more than anything, but I know he’s safe. I just thought … what if …. What if we stayed here?”
“The two of us?”
“Yes. I mean … if you’re bored of me, I underst--” My words are cut short by his lips seizing mine.
His hand cups my jaw, holding my face to his, while he deepens the kiss with his tongue. “I would never tire of this. But is it enough for you? When you could have any man you choose. One who could give you a child someday.”
“Some girls dream of children, yes. I was never one of them. But I can’t lie, Titus. The more I’m with you, the more I want.” I push him onto his back and straddle his body beneath me. Thick hands slide up the edges of my thighs, as I stir my hips, rubbing my bare sex over his stomach.
A tortured sound escapes him, and he tips his head back, squeezing my flesh. “I’ve suffered unspeakable torment in my life, but this has to be the worst of it.”
“Then, stop fighting me.” I reach down between us, taking hold of his hard shaft, and rub the tip up and down my seam. “I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to fill me.”
“Fuck,” he groans, circling his hips. “You’ve no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of it. Pinning you against every wall in this place.” Stomach flexing beneath me, he takes hold of my wrists, eyes closed, as if imagining he’s doing just that. “Fucking you until your knees give out.”
“Let’s make it real. One time.”
“I can’t do that.”
“You can,” I whisper, backing myself against his erection. The tip prods my entrance, and my thigh muscles tense with the pressure.
