Page 38 of The Wolf's Plus-Size Bride

“Open your eyes, sugar,” I demand.

She does, and her eyes widen when she sees me hovering over her.

“What are you-”

“Sounded like you were having quite the dream,” I comment with a smirk.

She thinks for a moment, and then her face turns bright red. “Oh my god,” she groans, covering her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea. I didn’t mean to. I-”

“Shh,” I say, pulling her hands away. “Don’t apologize.”

“But-”

“I liked it,” I admit. “I like the thought of you dreaming about me. About us.”

“What makes you think I was dreaming about you?” she snaps.

“You said my name,” I tease.

“I did not,” she argues.

“You did,” I insist. “Several times.”

“No, I-”

“You moaned my name,” I counter. “You were really worked up.”

“Oh, god.” She tries to roll away, but I stop her, grabbing her hip and holding her in place.

“I’m not complaining,” I assure her. “In fact, I loved it.”

“You did?” she asks, her voice a little breathless.

“Yeah,” I whisper, leaning closer. “I did. And I was thinking…”

“What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking I’d like to help you with your problem,” I murmur.

“I don’t have a problem,” she says.

“Yes, you do,” I reply. “You’re horny. You’re turned on. You’re aching.”

“I-”

“I can help,” I tell her. “If you want me to.”

She’s silent for a moment, but then she says, “But you’re hurt.”

“I am,” I agree. “But I’m not dead. I can still make you feel good. I can still make you come.”

“But-”

“Do you want me to?” I ask. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“I… I…”

“Tell me, Jane,” I command.

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