I Caught You

**BLANCA**
I'm not sure how long I've been asleep when I wake up to what sounded like Max talking. Opening my eyes in amusement, I turn around to see he has shifted closer to me in the bed. One of his hands is tangled in the long strands of my hair and each time I try and pull them away, he yanks me toward him.
Sitting up carefully, I gather my hair in one hand and attempt to slide the rest of it free of his possessive grip. Placing a finger against his palm, I'm finally able to to get it loose. Smiling down at his beautiful form as I lift my finger from his hand, I allow myself to admire him in sleep. Slowly, I stroke a featherlight touch through the silken strands of his ink black hair, then over his sculpted jawline and across the smooth tanned skin of one powerful shoulder. My eyes catch on every resting bulge of his arms, knowing that they were meant to hold me tonight. To protect me tonight. And then understanding that they will likely be wrapped around somebody else in the very near future.
I swallow that pain and decide just to be grateful that I got what I wanted. Even if this is the only night I will get to spend beside him, I'll consider myself blessed.
Deciding it cannot hurt, I dip down close to his face and place the barest of kisses upon his cheek before turning away.
Staring out one unshaded window, I can see the moon. It's glowing so brightly against the dark that I can almost feel the tendrils of its power reaching out to soothe my soul.
I know I should sleep, but I don't want to. These will likely be the only moments of pure peace that I will ever have again, and I want to experience every second. The longer I get to bask in the safety of my mate's closeness, the stronger the memory of it will be when I'm alone. I don't need more sleep. Not yet. I've spent eight years in a perpetual dreamland of my own making, surrounded by nothing but darkness and pain.
Now that I get to breathe the open air again, I want to watch the sunrise.
Crawling toward the foot of the bed to get closer to the window, Max's voice stops me.
"No," he says softly.
Backing up, I peer at him, smiling when I see his eyes are still closed. *He talks in his sleep.* My heart flutters when I realize that I might be the *only* one who knows this, but then again, I'm sure he's had other bed partners before. *Not that I count as one.*
Turning back toward the window, I'm just about to move when a strong arm wraps around my waist and I'm pulled against Max's side.
"I caught you," he whispers. "You won't escape."
*Oh my...* His eyes are shut tight and his breathing is even, but each time I try to wiggle away his arm tightens around me. I sink in a bit deeper, resting my head on his chest until I feel his muscles slacken and I try sliding away. But this time he growls and not only does he hold me tighter, but his free hand closes over the back of my leg. My heart begins to thump wildly as my breasts are forced against him and I feel my nipples harden into pebbles.
I give up trying to move, snuggling instead into the crook of his arm, where his scent overpowers me and I fall fast asleep.

**MAX**
I wake with a smile on my face and my arm around a soft lush body. My cock is tingling with awareness, loving the feel of the warm butter soft skin stretching over my thighs.
*Who did I bring home last night? She smells delicious.*
A soft breathy moan sounds against my chest and my blood rushes through my body, bringing every nerve ending to life.
Slowly, I open my eyes and at first I could swear I'm looking at an angel that happened to fall into my arms. It's almost as if I'm dreaming when I stroke a hand over the flesh of her exposed leg and the skin beneath my fingers lights a path of fire up my arm. Large blue eyes flutter open and are suddenly staring up at me like the shallows of a tropical lagoon. Licking my lips, I almost kiss her, but then... I remember who she is.
My body coils with anger. "Get off of me," I snap. "Now!"
She whimpers and before she can pull away, I'm heaving her across the bed as I leap out of it. She nearly tumbles off the other side, but manages to save herself by clutching the duvet between her hands.
Shaking her head in shame, she whimpers, the long white curtain of her hair falling around her and hiding her features. "I'm so sorry Alpha. I fell asleep. I didn't mean to-"
"What the fuck were you thinking climbing on top of me like that?" I growl, ignoring the memory of how good it felt to have her in my arms. "What were you hoping to gain?" I ask suspiciously. "Were you betting I would lose control? Is that it?"
She's trembling, I can see it. The entire bed is quaking with her fear. "I d-didn't-I couldn't-"
"Look at me," I snap. "Why were you touching me? And answer me in fucking English."
She flinches at my words, shaking her hair out of her face as she wipes at her eyes. They are red-rimmed now and nothing like they were when she first opened them. *Was she crying behind her hair?*
She draws in a shaky breath, watching me as I stalk in her direction. "I didn't touch you"-I snort in disbelief and she glares-"you touched me."
"Bullshit," I say with a smirk. "You were all over me. Just look at what you've done to my dick." It's true, and even as I stand there with my balls so tight I can't wiggle my toes without pulling a muscle and the tip of my cock waving hello to her over the waistline of my boxers, she doesn't look. Probably for the best, because I have a feeling that if she did, I'd want her to *touch* it too. It *definitely* wants to touch *her*. I chuckle as her eyes stutter over my arms and my chest, before lifting heavily toward my eyes. A blush rises across her cheeks and I instantly want nothing more than to draw that color over the rest of her body while she begs for release. *Fuck she smells good.*
Shaking it off, I close my eyes and back away from the bed, heading for my shower. "We have to leave in an hour. Go downstairs and fetch my coffee and my breakfast. It should be ready and waiting on a tray in the kitchen."
"You want me to carry it up the stairs?"
"Well I don't want you to carry it *down* the stairs," I retort. "Yes, up the stairs."
"Yes Alpha," she says.
"I'll be out of the shower as soon as I'm done scrubbing off your scent."
Disappearing behind the bathroom door, I pretend not to notice the way she frowns at my statement. Stepping inside my walk-in rainshower, I hit the torrential setting and drop the temperature down to ice cap frost. Listening intently, I wait until I hear her leave the room to wrap my fist around my shaft and explode against the tiles with a six letter word on my lips.
Or should I say... a six letter name.