Page 79 of Pack Kasen: Part 2

“Had any interesting dreams yet?” he asks softly as a pulse in his neck throbs.

I startle in response, and my mind flashes back to my apartment. To that hot, sticky night when I had to peel off the sheets clinging to my sweat dampened body.

But even awake, those vivid images of the things he was doing to me in my dreams were running rampant in my mind.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Dragging my eyes from him, I put an end to this stupid, dangerous game.

I get up.

Don’t make it.

I’m on my back, pinned beneath a powerful chest, one hand cupping the nape of my neck before I realized he moved. We fit so perfectly together I hate that I will miss his touch when I remember my rage and shove him off me.

He looms over me.

Just like in that damn wet dream I had of him.

“Mine was just like this. You under me. I came all over my sheets.” His eyes burn.

And I… did things with my fingers when I woke that I should not have done wishing it was him.

He works the hard ridge of his cock between my thighs, and it takes every sinew in my body not to rock back.

“I can shred these jeans you love so much and be inside you in under five seconds. Tell me yes.”

I shake my head. “Never.”

He rolls his hips and I bite my lip as reality and that dream slam into each other.

In my dream, I’m naked. He is too. Our skin sticks and slides and we grind together. Everything I do makes him growl my name and everything he does makes me moan.

“A dream like that is fate's way of telling you to open your eyes,” he whispers husky words against my lips. “Are your eyes open, Kitty cat?”

I try to get up.

He uses his hips to keep me down.

“You are mine and I am yours. Tell me about your dream.”

“No.”

“Then show me.” One hand cradles my hip as he adjusts his weight over me, this muscled thigh rubbing along my pussy.

I bite off a moan as my insides go liquid with need.

“Show me what I was doing to you and I will do all those things to you right now. Iswearit.” A promise burns in his eyes.

Maybe if we weren’t doing this where we are, feet from a cabin where I nearly died, I might not have been strong enough to look him in the eye and say, “Getoffme. Now.”

One long stare and he releases me, rising to his feet in one smooth motion and taking two seps back. “Whatever you want, Kat. I will never hurt you.”

“You already have hurt me.” I push myself to my feet, less graceful than he did, angry at him, but most of all at myself for letting things get as far as they did.

“I know.”

“And I hate you.” I get up into his face to snarl it. “You nearly killed me.”

“I know.” His voice is softer.

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