MATED

I wake with a stirring that is very unfamiliar to me. My chest heaves from my heavy breaths and my body is drenched in sweat. I sit up in bed quickly, trying to regain my breath.

The room is dark, but with my werewolf sight I am still able to see somewhat. I reach for the lamp on the nightstand and switch it on. With my arm I wipe away the residue that has formed on my head and look at the body rising and falling soundly beside me. Samuel seems to be completely at rest while my mind is still reeling from my dream.

It is so vivid i can recall every touch and tingle on my body. His hot breath on my skin, the little love bites. My thoughts hit me like a ton of bricks.

Even in my just awoken state I still yearn for him.

I begin to panic. I know I need to get away from him before something really bad happens that I can never take back. I am mentally not ready to mate him but my body is saying something completely different. I am in turmoil with myself.

I force myself to the bathroom, fight