Page 14 of Stalked & Bred by the BRATVA
“You looked at me today,” I whisper, even though she can’t hear me. “And you liked what you saw.”
She exhales softly, her brow twitching.
I lean in closer, letting my breath brush the shell of her ear.
“You want to know who I am. What I am. You’re going to find out soon.”
My hand lifts, moving on instinct. I don’t touch her. I stop an inch above the curve of her hip, close enough to feel the heatradiating from her skin. My fingers ache to claim her. To stroke down her body and make her wake with a cry.
But this is not for me. Not yet. This is for her.
To smell me. To feel the weight of something in the room that wasn’t here before. To wake with the certainty that she’s not alone.
I rise slowly, not making a sound, and look down at her one last time.
She’s soft in sleep. Sweet. Vulnerable.
Mine.
I turn away and leave without a trace.
Tonight, she’ll dream of heat. Of breath against her neck. Of a hand hovering just above her skin.
And when she wakes, wet and flushed and aching…
She’ll know it wasn’t just a dream.
Sarah
I wake up wet.
My breath is coming in shallow gasps, my thighs clenched tight, and my skin feels flushed from the inside out.
The dream is still clinging to me. Hot, vivid, and so real I swear I can still feel his breath on my neck. His voice in my ear. His hand—
God.
I sit up fast, heart hammering, and stare into the dark. My sheets are damp with sweat. My skin is still tingling like I’ve been touched, like someone was here.
The lamp is off. The room is quiet.
But something’s different.
I look down.
The nightgown is no longer in the drawer.
It’s on the bed. Laid out carefully across the blanket. The sapphire silk gleams in the low light from the window, and my mouth goes dry.
I know I didn’t put it there.
I left it buried beneath my old t-shirts. Hidden.
My skin tightens all over.
He was here.
Someone was in this room while I was sleeping. Someone stood right here, watching me. Close enough to touch. Close enough to breathe me in.
