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My legs tangled with his, my body pressed against his, the imprint of his dream-touch still burning under my skin. His chest was just as broad as it had been in my dream, his fur just as soft against my bare skin. The reality of it crashed over me—I was sprawled on top of a massive alien warrior, my body still throbbing with need for him.

I yelped, scrambling back—except his arms were already wrapped around me, holding me securely. One large palm splayed across my lower back, keeping me pressed against him.

He rumbled, his voice thick with sleep and amusement.

“Easy, kitten,” he purred, pulling me closer, not letting me flee. “You are safe.”

I trembled, still aching, still needy, still reeling from the dream that had felt so vivid, so real. The evidence of my arousal was embarrassingly obvious, my body slick and ready against his.

He felt it.

He knew.

And he helped.

He soothed me, rocked against me, his warmth deliberate, controlled, devastating. His hand slid between us, finding the place where I needed him most. His touch was expert, precise—not fumbling or hesitant. As if he knew exactly how I liked to be touched.

Because he did.

Because of the dream we had shared.

I shattered all over again, his purr chasing me through the aftershocks. My face buried against his neck, my teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle my cries as pleasure overwhelmed me.

I slumped against him, shaky, breathless, boneless.

I tried for words. Failed spectacularly.

“...How,” I finally rasped, “did we just share the same dream?”

His large hand cupped my shoulder, rubbing the exact place he had bitten me in the dream.

The skin was smooth, unbroken?—

But I still felt it.

I swallowed hard, pushing up enough to see his face in the dim light. His features were the same as they had been in my dream—the sharp feline angles, the golden eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness, the hint of fangs when he smiled.

Zehn’s golden eyes burned, something fierce and claiming in his gaze.

“Because you are mine,” he said simply. “The universe has gifted you to me. To cherish. To protect. To love.”

I stared at him.

My brain refused to compute.

That was not how reality worked.

I was a number cruncher.

I dealt with facts, data, probabilities.

Not soulmate magic sex dreams.

And yet?—

He was so sure. So certain. His conviction radiated from him like heat from a sun. There was no doubt in his eyes, no hesitation in his touch.

I wasn’t sure of anything—except for the way he looked at me.

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