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Aria’s POV
A wave of warmth radiated through my body, drawing a contented hum from my lips as I instinctively moved closer to its
source. For the first time in ages, I’d slept peacefully, without nightmares chasing me through the darkness. I felt so
relaxed, so comfortable, I didn’t want to move. My cheek rested against something firm yet yielding, and my fingers
traced along hard ridges beneath my palm. My fingertips found the edge of this warmth, allowing me to grip it and pull
myself closer.
A large hand clamped firmly around the outside of my thigh, the pressure sending a shiver through my entire body. This
broad, calloused palm didn’t belong to anyone I was familiar with. Was this a dream? A delicious dream I was willing to
sink into.
I almost purred with satisfaction, but the sound caught in my throat when my fingers slid across his taut abdominals.
How could someone be simultaneously this hard with muscle and soft with skin? A rumbling chuckle and his fingers
tightening on my thigh awakened my consciousness. I was lying on top of someone. This wasn’t a dream. I cracked my
eyes open slightly, grateful the room was dark enough that I could only make out Ethan’s silhouette. He gazed down at
me, his eyes glowing with the wolf’s luminescence—I knew he could see me as clearly as if it were daylight.
“Hi,” I croaked, my voice raspy and throat parched.
Ethan pulled my thigh higher across his body while his other hand caressed my back with gentle strokes. The touch was
tender yet scorching. “Hey, it’s the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.”
I gasped at his touch, my chest instinctively pressing closer to him, hips naturally grinding against his thigh. My fingers
skimmed across his chest, collarbone, and neck, finally sliding over his jawline to rest on his lips. I stared at his mouth,
remembering how good it felt. I wanted him. Even if just for a moment, I wanted to pretend he was wholly mine and I
was his. I wanted to feel his hunger for me, to remind myself that even in surrender to him, I remained strong and
powerful. I pinched his chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling him toward me. Ethan hesitated, “Aria?”
I tugged his lips so close to mine that I could feel the heat of his breath when I whispered, “This is a dream.”
Ethan’s hand moved from my thigh to tangle in my raven hair. His words were filled with restraint, “No. This isn’t a dream.
I’m really here.”
I bit my lower lip, meeting his gaze, making him understand, “No. We’re dreaming. The world outside doesn’t matter right
now.”
After a long pause where he searched my expression for answers to unspoken questions, I didn’t shy away from his
scrutiny because I needed this. I needed the satisfaction only he could provide. My body craved his touch.
“This is a dream,” Ethan rasped, his voice rough with hunger. My lips curled into a wicked smile as his fingers tightened in
my hair, yanking my roots just enough to tilt my head back, exposing the vulnerable curve of my neck. “Tell me you want me.”
I nodded, breathless, my bare core grinding shamelessly against the hard ridge of his thigh. The heat radiating from him
seared through me, and I arched closer, desperate to taste him. My lips brushed toward his jaw, but his unrelenting grip
held me just out of reach, teasing me with the distance. A low, primal growl rumbled from his chest as he tugged my
head down, his breath hot against my ear. “I need you to say it, love.”
His lips hovered a heartbeat from mine, taunting me as he flexed his thigh, pressing it harder against my aching center. My fingers clawed at the nape of his neck, my breaths coming in ragged gasps as the words tumbled out, dripping with
desperation. “I want you to fuck meand prove who you belong to.”
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In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my back, pinning me beneath him. “I belong to you,” he purred, his voice a dark
promise that sent a shiver racing down my spine.
My stomach clenched, anticipation coiling tight and hot inside me. I expected him to dive in, to claim me with ruthless
abandon—but he didn’t. Instead, he cursed under his breath before crashing his lips against mine.
“Damn,” he snarled, his tongue flicking across my lips, igniting a spark that shot straight to my core. Ethan shifted,
aligning his body until his thick, pulsing length pressed against my dripping center. He thrust against me, slow and
torturous, his thick cock dragging over my slick folds, the friction igniting electric shocks that ripped through my shaking
body. My pussy throbbed, walls clenching tight around emptiness, dripping with need, desperate to be split open and
stuffed full by him.
I slammed my hips up, wild and frantic, grinding my swollen clit against his teasing length, chasing that searing, addictive
heat. My voice cracked, raw and needy, as I begged, “More—fuck, Ethan, give me more—fill me up, please!”
Ethan’s lips left mine, his breath hot against my ear as he continued grinding against me. His rough hands slid beneath
my oversized T-shirt to pinch my sensitive peaks, making me arch into his touch with a moan. “Shh. Lucas’s door is
closed, but you still need to be quiet.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his back. Ethan’s breathing became labored, and he groaned
into my neck. I let out a laugh, “You too, big guy.”
Ethan growled in my ear before trailing down my neck with nibbling bites that left an intense trail. I could feel the orgasm
building inside me, “Please.”
Ethan grabbed my breasts, kneading them in a possessive way that made me tremble for him. I wanted more. “Please,
take me. Please!” I choked out.
I was sure I looked a mess after being sick, but Ethan’s chest heaved as if he couldn’t breathe. “Fucking beautiful. I can see
how wet you are for me from here.”
Ethan withdrew and thrust forcefully, pushing my body and the bed with the motion. It felt so good that my mouth
opened as I struggled to remember how to breathe because pleasure and heat spiraled through me. I wrapped my arms
around his shoulders, my nails digging into his back. He hissed at the pain but didn’t stop his relentless thrusting. My
inner walls spasmed around him, trying to pull him deeper as I lost myself in wave after wave of sensation, rising and
falling with each stroke, holding on tightly as Ethan proved his ownership to me.
When his powerful thrusts pushed me to the edge, a soft whimper tore from my throat. Ethan gripped my hips, pulling
my bottom up at a different angle so he could bury himself deeper. I bit into his shoulder to keep from screaming out. He
hit that spot so deep inside me that I exploded.
“Fuck!” Ethan mumbled into my hair, following my release with his own. We both collapsed, completely breathless, and
my eyes drooped with exhaustion. Ethan smiled as he moved off me. He didn’t go far, just shifted to my side before
yanking my back against his chest. I could feel his rough breathing warming the nerves on my neck. I knew that
tomorrow we would have to face reality, but for now, Ethan belonged to me, and I belonged to him.
“Sleep, babe” Ethan sighed, and I allowed myself to relax, slipping back into a deep slumber once more.