Chapter Twelve – Wren #2
“I took the liberty of ordering while you were in the shower. You were in there a while, and I thought you’d be hungry after training.”
“But how did you order pizza?”
He holds up my phone.
“I used your phone. The delivery app. I’m sorry, I should have asked first, but I didn’t want to interrupt your shower. I promise I only used the app, nothing else.”
“Oh. Right. Of course, you know my passcode. You’ve watched me unlock it all day.”
I feel myself relax. He wasn’t being invasive, just practical.
I walk to the table and flip open the first pizza box. Pepperoni, my favorite. He paid attention to what I like, and that makes warmth spread through my chest. I sit down and grab a slice. Still hot and delicious.
“Well,” I say around my mouthful, “you didn’t need to worry about privacy. This is my work phone anyway.”
He looks over, curious.
“Work phone?”
I swallow and grin at him.
“Yeah. My booty calls aren’t on this one.”
A beat of silence, then he laughs. It’s deep and genuine, and it transforms his whole face and makes him look younger and less guarded. I laugh too, surprised by my own joke and pleased it landed.
“So, you have a personal phone for booty calls?” he asks, still smiling.
“I did. Before I went undercover as Wren Hayes. That life’s on hold now.”
“Must be hard, giving up your regular life.”
I shrug and take another bite.
“It’s the job. Worth it if we take down the Kyzers.”
I eat and he watches TV. It’s some action movie with lots of explosions. Zeth watches it with interest, leaning forward during the fight scenes. I watch him instead of the TV, studying his profile. He’s beautiful in his own way, I realize. Not human-beautiful, but striking, powerful, and magnetic.
I finish the first pizza and feel comfortably full. I don’t think I can eat the second one, so I wipe my hands on a napkin.
“Don’t you need to feed too?” I ask, looking over at him.
He glances at me and shakes his head.
“I’m fine. Maybe in a few days.”
“You’re sure? I don’t want you going hungry because you’re being polite.”
“I appreciate that. But I fed recently, before we started this assignment. I can go a week easily.”
“Okay. But let me know when you need to. I’ll make sure to clear my schedule for recovery.”
A small smile crosses his face.
“I will.”
I glance at the clock. It’s almost midnight. The day has finally caught up with me. I stand and stretch, feeling pleasant tiredness settling into my bones.
“I’m going to brush my teeth and get ready for bed.”
I start toward the bathroom, then Zeth speaks up. His voice is careful, almost hesitant.
“Wren, I think we should merge for the night.”
I stop in my tracks and turn around.
“What? Why?”
He sits up straighter.
“We need to get used to staying merged for extended periods. When you’re working for the Kyzers, I’ll be inside you constantly. We should practice that, including sleeping merged.”
I cross my arms defensively.
“That’s ridiculous. We don’t need to be merged when we sleep.”
He stands up and faces me.
“It’s not ridiculous, it’s necessary. We need to know what it feels like and how your body reacts during sleep.”
I consider his words and know he has a point. During the mission, I won’t have the luxury of separating at night. The Kyzers might check on me. I can’t risk being caught separated.
I groan with frustration.
“Fine. You’re right.”
In the bathroom, I brush my teeth and splash water on my face, trying to calm my racing heart. When I come back out, he’s already lying in bed, waiting. The room feels smaller and more intimate, but it’s probably just in my head. I climb into bed and pull the covers up to my chin.
I lie on my side facing the wall with my back to him. I feel the bed shift as he moves closer, his presence right behind me and his body heat radiating across the small space between us.
“Ready?” His voice is low in the dark.
“Just do it.”
He presses against my back, and then he’s pouring inside. I sigh at the sliding, melting sensation as he dissolves into me. He settles into place like he belongs there, and I feel him everywhere – in my chest, my limbs, my head. His consciousness presses against mine.
“Good night, Wren,” he whispers in my mind.
“Good night,” I whisper back.
I expect to lie awake for hours, hyper-aware of him inside me. But instead, comfort settles over me like a weighted blanket. I feel safe and protected. Not alone. My eyes grow heavy, and I sink into sleep faster than I have in years.
***
The dream starts innocently. I’m back in the shower, but something is different this time. I touch myself again, my fingers between my legs, circling and pressing. I need more, so much more, and I pump two fingers inside, then three, but it’s not enough.
I whimper with frustration and press my forehead against the shower wall.
Then I sense him behind me. I don’t know when he slipped into the shower with me, but he’s here, his massive body blocking out everything else.
His arms come around me and pull me back against his chest, and I feel his cock pressing against my lower back.
It’s hard, huge, and ready for me. It would be a sin not to take it.
“Do you need more?” His voice is low and rough in my ear.
I can barely speak. I just nod frantically and push back against him, making small, desperate sounds.
“Please, yes, please.”
I need it so badly that I can’t think straight. He bends me forward, his hand between my shoulder blades, and positions me how he wants me, with my ass in the air. I’m exposed and vulnerable, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I feel him line himself up, the head of his cock against my pussy.
He’s so big, bigger than anything I’ve taken before, and then he pushes inside with one smooth thrust, and I cry out at the stretch.
Fuck, he’s enormous, filling me completely, spreading me open around his thickness.
I feel every inch as he sinks deeper. Those silver markings are raised like veins, dragging against my walls.
He starts moving, slowly at first, then faster.
Each thrust pushes me forward and pins me against the wall.
There’s no escape, no control, and it’s exactly what I need.
His hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise, his supernatural strength keeping me in place while he takes what he wants.
He pounds into me, hitting spots that make my vision blur.
Pleasure builds and coils in my core, and he feels it, too.
He knows I’m close, so he reaches around and finds my clit, rubbing circles that match his thrusts.
It’s too much, too good, and I can’t hold back.
The orgasm is right there, within reach.
I whimper and push against him, wanting to take him deeper, harder.
Fuck, it’s right there, so fucking close… Please, please…
I wake up gasping, my body convulsing. The orgasm rips through me, real and powerful. My muscles clench around nothing, my pussy spasming and soaking through my pajama pants, and I bite my lip hard to keep from crying out. I didn’t even touch myself. It was the dream that pushed me over the edge.
I come down slowly, panting, and I lie there trembling, trying to process what just happened. I came in my sleep from a dream about Zeth, and he’s inside me right now.
Horror washes over me.
The room is dark and quiet, except for my ragged breathing. I carefully reach out with my thoughts toward him.
“Zeth?” I try.
Silence.
I try again. “Are you awake?”
Nothing.
I allow myself to feel relieved. He must be sleeping. We’re merged, but we’re still separate entities, right? His consciousness isn’t active, so it means he didn’t see anything. It was just a dream. Just my sleeping brain processing stress, and there’s no point in dwelling on it.
I roll onto my other side and pull my knees to my chest. I screw my eyes shut so tight I see spots behind my eyelids, and I start counting.
One, two, three, four. I focus on the numbers and nothing else.
I don’t think about the dream or about his cock inside me, and I certainly don’t think about how real and good it felt.
Only numbers. Fifteen, sixteen... Keep counting, Wren. Keep breathing.
Eventually, exhaustion wins over anxiety, and I sink back into sleep.