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So I did.

I sank down slowly, feeling him stretch me inch by achingly perfect inch, the fullness stealing my breath. My thighs trembled with the effort of restraint, of wanting to take all of him at once but knowing I needed time.

His grip tightened on my hips, his claws pricking the skin just enough to remind me who was really in control here.

He groaned, low and guttural, his muscles tensing beneath me as he filled me completely.

“Stars, kitten,” he growled, his voice ragged. “You feel...”

He hissed, his tail tightening. “So good.”

I rolled my hips, and he snarled, his fingers digging into my skin.

His control was cracking.

And it was intoxicating.

I braced my hands on his chest, lifting, lowering, setting a pace that had us both shaking. The drag of him inside me sent sparks shooting up my spine, pleasure coiling tight in my core.

His breath turned ragged, his grip hard, his cock pulsing inside me, his tail flexing around my waist as if trying to hold me still. But I wouldn’t be controlled—not in this dream, not in this moment. I wanted to watch him come apart beneath me.

I grinned down at him, delirious with power.

“I thought you were supposed to be the big bad?” I teased, tightening around him, squeezing deliberately.

His eyes went wild.

And then?—

He bit me.

Sharp teeth sank into my shoulder, not painful, but possessive, his growl rolling through me as pleasure detonated behind my eyes.

I came instantly, gasping, trembling, the shock of it making me arch hard against him. The waves of ecstasy crashed through me, my body clenching around his length as I cried out his name.

He followed with a roar, his body locking beneath me, his hands tight on my hips as he spilled inside me. I could feel each pulse, each throb, each hot spurt as he filled me.

I collapsed against his chest, panting.

His arms came around me, holding me close, his purring deep and satisfied. One large hand stroked up and down my spine, soothing, claiming. His tail remained wrapped around me, as if even in satisfaction he couldn’t bear to let me go.

The warmth coiled around us, and I sighed, utterly wrecked, utterly content.

Until I woke up.

I wasmid-swoon when reality slammed into me. My eyes flew open to darkness, but the heat—the heat was real. Scorching. Overwhelming. Heat pooled low and urgent, my hips grinding instinctively against something big, hard, and very real. I froze, my brain frantically reconnecting to my body, trying to make sense of where the dream ended and reality began.

A heartbeat passed.

And then I realized?—

Oh my god.

I was grinding against Zehn.

In real life.

On top of him.

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