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In my dreams, Sy is a fucking sex god. He’s pounding into me, his body worshiping mine in ways I’ve never experienced. His sweetened citrus scent is filling my nostrils, making it all feel so goddamn real that I could almost swear I was inching closer and closer to coming with every delicious slide of his dick inside me.

As the tingles start to race along my spine, the dream goes a little hazy and I whine in disappointment.

No. It was so, so good!

A soft grunt has me coming awake, my body still awash in the pleasure from my dream…only it wasn’t a dream. The feel of his dick slamming into me draws a real moan from my lips as my eyes fly open. My lips part, a breathless scream torn from my throat as I come undone.

Sy’s toned body is above me, bathed in moonlight that makes him seem like the very god I claimed him to be. His rhythm stutters, nervous eyes clashing with mine as my entire body is engulfed in heat so intense I wonder if I’ll ever recover.

“Elle…” He says my name like he’s seconds away from a freak out, but I still haven’t found my voice.

So I do the only thing I can. I wrap my hands behind his neck, pull his body down onto mine, and hang on for dear life.

“You’re killing me here,” he rasps against my neck, but his hips never stop moving.

By the time I can speak a coherent sentence, I grip the sides of his face, realizing for the first time he’s not wearing his glasses. My bestie is gone, replaced by the sexy man that’s owning me body and soul. Except right now he’s staring down at me like he’s expecting me to tell him to stop when all I really want him to do is fuck me harder.

“Sy, so help me god, if you pull that fucking cock out of me, I will murder you in your sleep.”

The tension in his body eases slightly, his eyes darting between mine as if trying to judge whether I’m serious.

“You’re really okay?”

“Okay is too simple a word for when your bestie rocks your world with his magical dick.”

His grin is slow and sexy, melting what’s left of my insides as he grinds said dick into me.

“You’ll never know how fucking perfect this was for me. Thank you.”

My eyes narrow. “Ummm, we are far from done. You got your kink off and I got an orgasm, but now it’s my turn to play.”

He’s not expecting it when I roll us over, his back hitting the bed with a satisfying oomph. I give him zero seconds to recover. Instead, I ride his dick like it’s my life’s mission, watching as his eyelids get heavy and his hands can’t seem to find one place to linger too long.

“Goddamn, Elle… I… You…”

“Now you know how I felt when you pulled that orgasm straight from my dreams into reality.”

His hands finally decide on my tits, the thick length of him so damn full inside me that I can already feel another release gathering strength in my core. I lean back, hands gripping just above his knees and my hair trailing against his legs. His finger drops to rub circles on my clit, and my hips begin to rock faster.

“Fuck. You’re squeezing me so damn good. Come again for your lover, Elle.”

That’s all it takes, those words from his lips, and I detonate, calling out his name. He continues to thrust up into me, drawing out wave after wave of my release. When I’m finally able to breathe again, I straighten, my entire body feeling languid and heavy.

“Your sex-drunk look is off the fucking charts,” he growls, gathering me into his arms and sliding us both off the bed with his dick still firmly impaled in my pussy.

My legs wrap around his waist. “You sure you’re not an Alpha because dayum , bro!”

“I’ve just got a year’s worth of positions saved up, and I plan on working through them one by one.”

“Oh fuck me ,” I rasp, desire overwhelming my already worked over body.

“I plan to,” he murmurs in my ear, walking us over to the full-length mirror artfully positioned on the wall. Lifting me off his dick with ease, he places me on my feet. My brain barely processes the speed with which he spins me around, lifting my arms to the glass. “And you can watch while I do exactly that.”

My eyes raise, taking in the sight of him stepping into me from behind, his lustful gaze sweeping over my ass and the excess amount of wetness seeping between my thighs. One strong hand grips my hip as the other runs his tip through the soppy folds of my pussy. His nostrils flare as his fat head presses into me, both hands now taking hold of my body. For a second, he just sits there, eyes locked on the spot where we’re joined. When they finally lift and connect with mine in the mirror, the look we share is hot enough to melt steel.

“Hold on,” is the only warning I get before he slams into me, filling me in one brutal thrust.

I whimper from pleasure so damn acute I think my limbs might give out, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks me like I’m his to own, and I take every single fucking thrust like he’s mine to keep.

Hell, maybe he is—right along with the Alphas I can’t get out of my head.

“You’re close again, aren’t you?” His gruff voice has goosebumps breaking out across my skin.

“Yes. Fuck, Sy. I’m so goddamn close, but I don’t know if I can?—”

“You can, and you will.” As if to prove himself right, his next thrust is so hard I’m lifted onto my toes. One hand leaves my hip to grab a fistful of my hair, tugging almost to the point of pain. “Keep those eyes open, love. I want to watch you come on my dick.”

His hazel eyes stare into mine, captivating me the same way his body is worshiping mine. With my back bowed and ass out, his large fist wrapped in my hair, the image is so fucking erotic I almost wish we could capture this moment so I could frame it. His tall figure poised behind me, his blond hair messily tousled, his abs flexing with each thrust into my body.

I was right. Sy is a sex god, and I’ve wasted an entire year we could’ve been together like this.

“That’s it, Elle. Give in. Gush around my fucking dick.”

It’s not even close to an Alpha bark, but my body obeys it regardless. My vision goes black, eyes rolling back into my head as my toes curl into the plush carpet beneath my feet. I can’t think or breathe or remember how to stand up. My body tips forward, pressing my chest against the mirror as he fucks me through one hell of an orgasm. His grunt reaches through the muddled roar in my ears just as his body goes still against mine. Falling forward, his palms hit the surface next to my head, his cheek resting on my shoulder as his ragged breaths brush along the damp skin of my neck.

“Give me just a second, and when I’m sure my legs won’t give out, I’ll get us both cleaned up and back into bed.”

“You wrecked me, you know.”

He grins against my back. “I know. The important part is that you liked it.”

My sigh takes all the energy I can muster. “I did. Hard to deny that when the entire villa heard me scream your name.”

He chuckles, slowly pulling himself off me. “Surprised one of those Alphas didn’t come up to check on you.”

“Careful. You might summon them.”

His laughter makes me smile even when he pulls out and I feel the obnoxious rush of fluids. Before I can move, he lifts me up bridal style and walks us into the bathroom.

With my arms loosely around his neck, I nuzzle into his cheek. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Bout time you let me.”

“Just how long have you really wanted this?”

Reaching into the shower, he turns on the water, then grabs two towels and sets them on the small bench just outside the enclosure.

“Honestly?” His voice is so soft I almost miss it under the fall of the water.

“Always.”

His palm cups my jaw, fingertips brushing through my hair. “From the first day I met you. You came strutting into Asshat’s office like he wasn’t glaring daggers at you, a smirk on your face and your arms crossed over your blush-colored blouse that did amazing things for your skin. The pencil skirt you were wearing hugged those curvy hips, and I’m pretty sure I forgot how to breathe for a solid thirty seconds.”

“You should’ve said something,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “No. Because now I understand you better which makes it easier to cherish and appreciate you in all the ways you deserve. I might’ve fucked it up otherwise.”

Warm water rushes over our bodies when he steps into the shower, and he finally sets me back on my feet. With exceedingly gentle touches, he washes my hair and body, taking extra care between my legs. He doesn’t linger or try to push for more. He understands that I really am spent and does exactly what I need. He takes care of me.

By the time he’s finished performing a perfunctory wash of himself, I’m dead on my feet. He simply grabs a towel, wraps it around his waist, then dries me off just enough to pick me up and carry me back over to the bed. He sets me down and slides in beside me, pulling the covers over us both. In seconds, I’m in his arms, the press of our naked bodies soothing something inside my broken soul.

This is the intimacy he keeps talking about. I’ve always been too afraid to entertain the idea, but I can finally see the appeal—and so does my heart.