His eyes flew open and he jerked in the bed. He inhaled sharply when he realized he was holding Bree tightly against him. She was curled up on her side with her back to him, and he had pressed his large body against her until he was nearly flattening her into the bed. His face was buried in her long, blonde hair, and his hand was squeezing her breast. He groaned with dismay - his cock was between her legs and he was pushing the head of it against her tight opening.
Shame flooded through him and he rolled away from her, clenching his hands into fists as he stared across the room. He had groped her like an animal in his sleep. Gods, he had almost taken her virginity. Another minute and he would have –
His stomach rolled with guilt as his cock softened. He had told her he would never hurt her and she had trusted him. She was right to be afraid of him.
“James?”
He twitched violently at the feel of her soft hand on his back.
“Did I – did I do something wrong? Why did you stop?” She patted his back hesitantly.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He whispered hoarsely. “I was sleeping - dreaming - and I know that it isn’t an excuse but I swear to you I did not mean to – “
She pulled her hand away. “What do you mean you were sleeping?”
He turned to face her. “I – Bree, what – “
It was dark in his room. The fire had died down to embers and it was still a few hours until dawn. Still, his Lycan abilities meant he had no problem seeing how red her cheeks were or the look of confusion on her face.
“I woke up and you were touching me and kissing my neck. You spoke to me. You asked me how I felt. I said fine and that I thought I was fully healed. Then you said that you wanted me, and I could feel your – you against me and I thought…”
She trailed off with a small moan of embarrassment. “You were dreaming. Gods, I’m so stupid. I should have known once I said I was healed you wouldn’t touch me, but it felt so good and I – “
“Bree, I thought I had attacked you in my sleep.” He spoke over her. The panic at what he had almost done was still buzzing in his head, and he had barely heard half of what she said. “I’ve never lost control like that.”
He suddenly grabbed her arms and rubbed them roughly. “Did I hurt you? Are you bruised or hurt in anyway?”
She shook her head. “No, I swear to you I am not James.”
That wasn’t entirely true Bree thought, as he looked her over carefully. She was hurting but it wasn’t the type of pain he was worried about. She wanted him so badly her entire body was aching. He had been so close to taking her; she had felt his cock pushing against her opening, and in that moment she had forgotten every single reason why she shouldn’t let him take her. Why it would be a mistake to let him give her the relief that her body was aching for. She’d forgotten her fear over his size and his strength, and she felt nearly mad with desire for him.
“Are you sure I haven’t hurt you?” The worry in his voice made her smile a little.
“Yes I – “
She gasped and began to tremble as he ran his hands up and down her naked body searching for what, she didn’t know.
“James – “
“I don’t see any bruises.” He mumbled to himself. “But I’ve scared you and I’m sorry little one.”
Her body throbbing for release, she could feel her irritation growing. He might be able to turn his desire on and off like a faucet but she certainly couldn’t, and the way he was touching her was setting her skin on fire with need.
“James!” She snapped grumpily. His hands paused in their exploration of her ribs. “I am not frightened and you didn’t hurt me.”
“Thank the gods.” He whispered.
She snorted in frustration. “I’m going back to the guest room.”
He shook his head immediately. “No you’re not, little one.”
“Yes I am.” She couldn’t stay in his bed next to him for the rest of the night without throwing herself at him. She scowled and pushed him on the arm.
“Bree, it’s only a few more hours until dawn. Stay in the bed and let me – “
“No.” He was on the outside of the bed, his large body blocking her way out, but she could be quick when she wanted to be. He gave a grunt of surprise when she suddenly clambered over his broad body. He caught her about the waist just before she slid off his broad body.
She smacked him hard on the chest. “Let go of me.”
He shook his head. “No. I’m sorry honey. I know you’re frightened of me but I – “
“Gods be damned, I am not frightened of you!” She snapped again at him.