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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

SYLUS

“ E very night when you touch yourself, I’ve had to hold back from asking if you need my help,” I whisper, grinning down at the beauty splayed out on my pillow.

“You should’ve.” She smirks, that wicked mouth curving. “I would’ve let you.”

Her dark hair fans out in soft waves against the white linen. Those enchanting eyes, the color of pale skies, gaze up at me through thick lashes. A soft blush paints her cheeks as my fingertips trace a delicate path from her temple down to her chin.

My touch lingers on the pulse point at the base of her neck, feeling the accelerated rhythm beneath her creamy skin. A soft sigh escaping as I trail my fingers lower, grazing her collarbone.

I lean down, my lips grazing the shell of her ear. "Tell me what you want, omega."

A shiver runs through her body as she arches up, pressing her curves against my bare skin.

“Your knot,” she breathes. “Your bite. Claim me, Sylus.”

“Fuck,” I growl, my wolf stirring at her breathy plea. The need to make her mine consumes me, and I capture her lips in a searing kiss.

She yields to me instantly, parting her lips and letting me plunder the sweet recesses of her mouth. She whimpers, pulling back to bare her neck to me.

My wolf surges to the surface, a deep rumble building in my chest as I take in the tempting expanse of her throat. The delicate skin calls to me, begging for my mark, for me to make her mine. I lean down, inhaling her intoxicating scent—something sweet with an underlying hint of the forest.

I trail open-mouthed kisses down the slender column of her throat, savoring the taste of her skin.

“Please,” she begs. “Make me yours.”

I scrape my teeth over her pulse point, relishing the shudder that runs through her body. Her fingers tangle in my hair, urging me closer as a needy whimper escapes her full, pouty lips.

"Patience, little omega," I murmur against her skin.

She trembles beneath my touch, her body pliant as I spread her thighs. I nestle between her parted legs, my hardened length nudging against her slick folds. She gasps, her hips rolling up to meet mine, seeking friction. I grind against her, coating myself in her arousal as I tease her entrance.

"Sylus," she pleas.

I can't hold back any longer. With a low growl, I sink my teeth into the tender flesh at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, marking her as mine. She cries out, her body shuddering with pleasure as I claim her.

At the same time, I thrust my hips forward, burying myself deep inside her tight heat, pushing past the knot. She moans, her walls clenching around me as I fill her completely.

I groan at the exquisite sensation. My wolf howls in triumph as our bodies join, two halves of a whole, finally united. I pause, savoring the feeling of her slick channel gripping me like a velvet vice. She pulses around my length, her inner muscles fluttering and drawing me in even further.

My fangs sink deeper into her throat, my lips resting against soft skin. Her pulse flutters beneath my teeth, her breath a ragged plea ? —

Feathers.

The taste isn’t right. The texture, all wrong. Instead of warmth, my mouth fills with something dry, something brittle.

My fingers jerk up, brushing against wisps of down, and reality crashes in like a tsunami.

Not her. Not skin. Not Nova’s throat laid bare in surrender.

Pillow.

A sharp inhale shudders through me as I yank the ruined thing from my mouth, spitting out the clinging strands. My pulse thrums, my body tight with a need that shouldn’t exist. Heat lingers where her body was—had never been.

Fuck.

I shove upright, the cool air hitting sweat-dampened skin, and the last piece clicks into place.

No clothes.

My stomach twists, nausea and something worse crawling through me. The sheets stick to my legs, twisted from whatever I’d done in my sleep, and I don’t dare move, don’t dare look lower.

Spilled across my sheets is my come. I’ve had a fucking wet dream about my roommate?!

A curse scrapes past my teeth as I grip my temples, squeezing my eyes shut. As if that could erase the memory. As if that could stop the way my body still reacts, traitorous and aching.

I should be horrified.

I am horrified.

But beneath that, buried under layers of denial and panic, a darker truth waits.

I hadn’t wanted to let go.