Chapter Six
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Wren
She was dreaming. And by the sounds of it they weren’t nice dreams. The dragon part of me wanted to go rooting around in her mind. Find out what was making her cry out but I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t enter her mind without her permission. I wouldn’t violate her like that.
Not ever.
Coming to sit on the very edge of the bed where I had laid her, in a cheap motorway side hotel I reached to touch her cheek. It was sleek with sweat.
She gave a little scream, her thin arms and legs thrashing out. Not that it hurt me. She didn’t have the strength to hurt me, not anymore. She was a weak as a new born.
“Hush Opal, it’s ok. It’s just me.” I let my hand cup her cheek. And for a second she froze. Her whole body went rigid. And then she let out a long pained sigh, turning onto her side she nuzzled into me. Her arms across my thighs. And it was my turn to freeze.
She was too close.
“Wren?” Her voice was so small. So scared and lost it was like a knife though my soul.
“Just a bad dream Opal, go back to sleep.” I moved her arms from me. I couldn’t sit here with her arms around me.
It was just too painful.
“Please don’t leave me.” Opal pleaded and I closed my eyes. “Please Wren.”
Had I ever been able to deny her anything? And her begging me to stay with her was what I had been dreaming of for years. Centuries even. “That’s not a good idea.” My words were emotionless but my body was already moving , pulling back the bed spread so I could slide in next to her.
She was scared, I could lay next to her. I could give her the comfort of my presence . It didn’t have to mean anything. It didn’t have to be hard unless I made it into something it wasn’t.
“Thank you.” Her arms wrapped back around me as I lay there, staring up into the darkness. As rigid as a board. “I just needed you to hold me.”
Me? That’s what she had said. She needed me to hold her. She hadn’t said she needed someone to hold her, she needed me.
I moved without thinking, bringing her into my side. Sharing my warmth with her. She was so cold to the touch. But I kept my hands away from the places I desperately wanted to touch, instead resting it on her upper arm. “That better?”
“Yes.” Her breath tickled across my naked chest. “Yes it’s perfect.”
I closed my eyes again. Yes it was perfect. “What was you dreaming of?”
She paused for a second and I could feel her eyes on me. “The first time you saved me , when William Bandor….”
Yeah I knew, I remembered that night well. I would never forget the rage that had engulfed me when I had come across them , Opal pressed up against the wall and William forcing his hand up her skirts. The sheer terror on her face as she fought to free herself. “I remember.” I said flatly.
“I knew then that you would always be my knight in shining armour Wren.”
I frowned. Not because what she said was untrue but because that’s all I had been to her. A way to get out of the trouble that seemed to follow her. Now was no different.
“Things change Opal.” My voice was cold. “Now go to sleep.”
I woke in the middle of the night , and for a second I didn’t know what had made me wake up so suddenly.
There was no one in the dark room but me and Opal.My dragon would have sensed it . So why was he so….. unsettled.
And then I heard it.
Opal was breathing hard. And at first I thought she too had sensed some kind of danger and then it hit me.
The heavy breathing. The slight hitch to every lungful as she tried to remain quiet.
My dragon was going crazy because our mate was laying right next to us.
And she was touching herself.
I didn’t need to turn to her to know I was right, I knew the way she sounded when she was losing herself in pleasure.
My body reacted instinctively, my c**k throbbed inside my jeans. My skin caught fire.
Damn her. Why did she have to do this? Why did she have to make it so hard.
Literally.
It had been less than a day and I was already half losing my mind over her.
Her small hand slipped across my lower stomach, fingers tickling but I caught her wrist before she could reach for my zipper.
As much as I wanted her hand wrapped around my shaft , I knew if she did . I would lose control totally.
“No Opal.” I moved her hand away from me, hyper aware of the way her breathing was flowing over my skin.
“I need you Wren.” She said it on an out breath and it came out more a moan than actual words.
My resolve crumbled. She needed me. And I needed her.
My hand reached for her, coming down over hers as she played between her parted thigh.
One night wouldn’t hurt. Right?
One night with the woman I had loved with my entire soul and who had rejected me. What would be the harm of just one night ?
My fingers entwined with hers. “I need you too.”
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