The Alpha Of My Heart
She shifts slightly, her hips arching, even as her eyes remain closed, lost in a dream that stirs something in her.
I clench my fists, trying to steady my breathing, torn between the urgent task at hand and my primal instincts.
I realize she's having a wet dream.
The thought of her dreaming about someone else, feeling that kind of pleasure, makes my jaw tighten, my teeth grinding together as I stare down at her.
Taking a deep breath, I force myself to push the desire down, to focus on the mission at hand.
This isn’t the time for my jealousy or my primal urges.
Slowly, I step closer to her, careful not to make any sudden movements that might alarm her.
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