Page 47 of Craving Their Omega

I can’t help but whimper and press closer to the sound, to the touches. I arch into them, begging for more with my body. When I press back, I feel a hot hardness there, right up against my ass, and that startles another little moan out of me.

It feels good.

Sharp teeth nip at my ear, and my blood beats hotter. My heart pounds, but it’s not from fear this time. Now it’s from arousal. From wanting more of this.

“Just like that,” the voice urges me, and the body presses closer. “Do you feel what you do to me? How much I want you?”

Oh god, I can feel it. I work my hips back, dragging my ass along the hard ridge of that cock, building more heat between us…

The dream falls away bit by bit, and when I wake up this time, my body is buzzing for an entirely different reason than the last time. I blink as I come back to myself and realize that it was a dream.

I was dreaming, and I’m definitely not in my own bed.

It all comes back to me in a rush, that I’m in Tristan’s bed. That I’m in Tristan’s bed because I had a nightmare, and I was just having a sexy dream with him right there.

A flash of panic hits me at the thought. Was I moaning in my sleep? Was I grinding on him like I was in the dream just because he was there? Oh god, I’ll never live that down if I was.

I try to scoot away from Tristan’s warm body, to put some distance between us, but his arms are wrapped tightly around me. He’s holding me from behind, his chest tucked against my back, just like in my dream. And… oh. There’s the hard line of his cock pressed against my ass. I guess my brain didn’t invent that part for the dream.

From the way Tristan’s breathing, I can tell he’s awake, and I feel mortified that this happened. When will I stop embarrassing myself in front of this man?

“I’m sorry,” I whisper quickly. “I… I was dreaming, and I didn’t know where I was.”

“What were you dreaming about?” Tristan asks.

His voice is so close it tickles over my ear, gruff and raspy with sleep. It sounds good on him, and I have to swallow hard. There’s no emotion in it, of course, so I can’t tell if he’s pissed off or doesn’t care or what. He hasn’t shoved me out of the bed yet at least, so that’s… something.

I lick my lips, not sure how to answer that. Being honest feels like too much. I doubt he’d want to know all of that, and probably he’s just asking because he wants to know if I had another nightmare. Not because he really cares about the dream. Or about me.

But something about being this close and waking up with his scent all around me makes me more honest than I meant to be anyway, and the words come out of my mouth on a whisper.

“I had a dream where you didn’t hate me.”

Tristan’s reaction is immediate. He turns me over in his arms quick as a flash, leaving me gasping in surprise as he stares down at me with something blazing in his eyes. It’s the most emotion—the most reaction—I’ve seen from him since I met him, and all I can do is stare up him, caught completely off guard by this change in demeanor.

The air is suddenly charged with… something I can’t name. But I feel it, rippling along my skin, sparking between us as the moment stretches onwards.

Tristan licks his lips and takes a breath. “If you ever have a bad dream again, you should come to me,” he says.

And then he moves again, this time to get out of bed completely and disappear into the bathroom. The door closes behind him with a decisive click, and I’m left staring at it, wondering what the hell just happened.

When it becomes apparent that Tristan isn’t coming back to finish… whatever that was, I get up as well, gathering my pillows and blankets to take them back to my room.

My cheeks are flushed, and I feel overwhelmed by the moment. All I can think about is the way Tristan’s eyes blaze so hot, and how different that was from the way he usually is.

Where does all that hide when he’s being guarded and impassive? It just always there, under his skin?

I shake my head and head downstairs. I need breakfast and coffee after the night and early morning I’ve had.

I walk into the kitchen and run right into Xavier who is on his way out of it. I’m struck with déjà vu of the very first time we ran into each other, years ago on the street.

Just like then, he grabs my shoulders, steadying me before I can end up on the ground, and his lips quirk in a smile. We’re both older now, and probably both different, but for a second, it’s like being right there again, and it makes my stomach swoop uncomfortably.

After the nightmare I had last night, all the feelings and memories from that time of my life are too close to the surface, and I don’t like how easy it is to think about it all. I want to keep it as far away from my new life as possible, but it seems like it wants to get dredged back up.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asks, his eyes flicking up and down, taking in my appearance.

I can only imagine what I look like. Even with sleeping with Tristan for the rest of the night, I’m not really well rested, and I didn’t even tame my hair before I came down here.

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