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He helps me to sit up and brushes sweaty hair away from my forehead before turning to the other side of the bed where he snags the bottle of water he keeps there for me. After I take a few much-needed gulps, I hand it back.

James wraps an arm around me and presses a kiss to my temple. “Same dream?”

I nod. “Yep. Been a while since I’ve had it, so it was a bit jarring, but I’m okay now.”

His hold on me tightens for a moment, but he doesn’t say anything. What is there to say? There’s nothing James can do about the dream—thenightmare—that’s been haunting me for twenty years now.

Especially not when there’s nothing that can be done about it. After all, everyone involved is dead, and I’ve spent far too long in therapy working on my shit—Cristian wouldn’t let me work for him until he was sure I wasmostlymentally sound.

None of that makes it any easier, however. Not when the nightmares add to my already complicated relationship with sleep.

“Where’s Soren?” I ask once I feel I can speak without showing any emotion.

“Shower. You were dead asleep when he came in last night, and didn’t stir when he got up this morning.”

The tight vice around my chest eases even further. I don’tneedSoren, not when I have James, but knowing he’s close soothes something deep inside.

I don’t know what it is about him, but…from day one, he’s been able to slip under my skin and touch the most vulnerable parts of me. It should terrify me, but instead, I revel in the attention he gives and the safety he exudes.

James kisses my head again. “I’m going to go shower and change in my room. I have some errands to run before your shift at the clinic, so I better get a move on. Text me if you need to, okay?”

“You know I will.”

I turn my head enough to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I’ll see you later.”

James slips from the bed and I’m left to my own devices with Soren still in the bathroom. I suppose I could join him, but that requires moving, and a level of energy I’m not sure I have right now.

Luckily, it’s only a few minutes later when Soren leaves the en suite, dressed in nothing but sweats that ride low on his hips, and cling to his thighs and ass enticingly.

“Morning, baby,” he says. “Did you sleep well?”

I shrug. “As well as I can, I guess. It helped that James fucked me into exhaustion.”

He hums and climbs onto the bed. “Let me check you.”

Huffing, I throw the covers back, knowing there’s no way to get out of this, and my brain still isn’t clear enough to really argue with him.

First, he slides his warm hand under my still-caged cock, holding it and inspecting it this way and that. He rubs his fingers over the exposed head and I moan, a deep-seated need building in my gut as desire rushes through me.

Next, he slides a hand up my thigh and across my pelvis, before moving up to my lower belly, gently prodding the bruising there. It aches a little when he palpates it, but other than the ugly purple color, there’s no injury to be seen from being fucked hard over the dresser. It’s going to pull and hurt every time I have to bend or move for the next few days, but I’ll live.

“Turn over,” he says, tapping my hip.

With an over dramatic sigh, I do as asked.

Soren’s careful as he parts my ass cheeks, the way he rubs a finger across my hole has me shifting my legs on the bed in order to hide my wince. It’s not painful per se, but I am definitely sore around and inside my hole.

He hums and taps my entrance with his finger. “You’re a little red back here, but I’m not too concerned. I’d need to feel you inside though, to be sure.”

Widening my legs, I encourage him. “Please, Daddy. Check me?”

He laughs a little. “You needy little whore. You got fucked just last night, but you’re over here begging for more, aren’t you?”

Moaning, I shift a little on my knees, offering my ass to him. Daddy hums and spanks me, making me gasp.

“Don’t be so demanding, baby,” he admonishes.

Waiting on bated breath, I feel him shift on the bed, and hear the sound of the drawer opening and closing before there’s the distinctiveclickof the lubricant cap.

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