He whispered my name like a secret prayer.
"Right, Fireheart. Scream the right name this time."
I gasped as he took over where his brother had left off, every touch like fire sliding over silk. I didn’t resist. I responded. Welcomed. Craved.
I was drowning in sensation, their names tangled on my tongue like sinful--
"Wake up, wake up. Stop screaming their names in your dream. The whole pack house might hear it if you get any louder, and this isn't the time to do that."
Light... not soft.
I blinked.
Harsh, intrusive morning light.
I bolted upright, heart racing, body aching, my wetness like a shameful secret.
Sweat clung to my skin. The sheets were twisted around my thighs, damp and useless.
I collapsed back onto the bed with a groan, throwing an arm over my flushed face.
“Godda
