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Dmitri

I wake up to crying. Sky is next to me, eyes closed but tears streaming down her face. She is mumbling incoherencies I don't understand.

"Skylar, wake up," I say, gently shaking her. She wakes with a start, eyes shooting open, before recognition sets in.

"Dmitri, is everything okay?" She looks bewildered. This woman. Concerned about me instead of herself.

"Are you okay? You were having a nightmare. A bad one, I gather, from all the waterworks."

She gives me a smile before mumbling, "It's usual. I'm all good. Sorry for waking you." She picks up her phone from the nightstand and checks the time. It's around seven in the morning. I can tell by the way the light is coming through the sides of the curtains. Her stomach growls. Not surprising really. She hasn't eaten much over the last couple of days. I grab the phone next to me and call down to reception.

"Send up everything on your breakfast menu," I say into the receiver, hanging up once the order is confirmed. I look over at Sky, who is smiling at me.

"I'm starving," she says, as if I didn't know. "I hope it doesn't take long."

She throws the cover off, jumping out of bed excitedly.

"Do you want some coffee?" she asks as she makes her way out of the room.

"Sure." I smile to myself as I walk to the bedroom door, taking a minute to watch Sky, who is now on the opposite side of the room, messing around with the fancy coffeemaker on the counter.

She is muttering to herself. I hear 'stupid machine' and 'do you need a degree to work this' leaving her lips. Her hair is a bright red mess of curls, bouncing as she moves. She is wearing a blue strappy top, the lack of bra straps noticeable. The little white cotton sleeping shorts are covered with small blue flowers. I can make out the line of her panties through the thin fabric. Sexy as hell.

Sky wears these little bikini panties. They don't cover her whole ass, just enough to leave you gagging to see the rest. I noticed last night when I removed her jeans after she passed out. Sleeping in jeans is one of the most uncomfortable things on earth, so I thought I was doing her a favor.

Favor for her, torture for me. As I peeled her skintight jeans off over her ass and shimmied them down her legs, the sight of her in just those panties and a top was hands down the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Her skin is soft. Must be from all the natural creams she uses, as I swear I've never felt skin as soft as hers.

From the way her hips flare out, moving down her waist to the roundness of her ass, it's all perfect. She has two dimples on her lower back that you wouldn't know are there until you see her naked, or if she wears a really cropped top, which, from what I've seen, is not Sky's style. A part of me hopes I am the first man to see these dimples, as if made for my eyes only. Fucking sexy.

By the time I was finished removing her jeans and putting a cloth on her sweating brow, my hard-on was raging. It finally subsided, but it took a good half hour of thinking about the paperwork I had to complete when we went back to Willow Falls. That and reminding myself that she was unconscious. I had shimmied in behind her, justifying the action by telling myself it was the best way for me to watch her and comfort her. I call bullshit on that lame excuse. Honestly, I just wanted her close to me.

What happened after that was a delightful surprise. And peculiar. When Sky had orgasmed last night, there was a burst of energy that shot off her, through me. It had been so intense that it had nudged me over the edge into the most mind-blowing climax, unrivaled by any sexual experiences I have ever had previously. If that was the case and I had that feeling through self-gratification alone, the thought of how it would feel with my dick buried deep inside her sent a delicious shiver down my spine.

I make my way over to the closet, pulling a shirt on and some jeans over my boxers, in the hope it would help conceal yet another hard-on created by me reminiscing over the events of early morning. By the time this trip is over, my balls are going to be blue, as there is going to be no repeat of what happened. I couldn't afford for Sky to get attached to me. I know how easily human females develop feelings. Fickle beings, in my opinion. Falling in and out of love as if it were an outfit to wear and then discard when the trend is over. Love doesn't go out of fashion. It's a lifelong commitment.

When I re-emerge from the closet, Sky is sitting at the table, facing the balcony, sipping her coffee, with mine placed beside her. There is a knock at the door. She looks over her shoulder quizzically.

"Room service," I say, heading for the door.

I open the door, moving over to allow a smartly dressed young werewolf entry to push in a cart full of covered silver trays. I point to the dining table, and he edges forward, stopping the tray on the side. His eyes are on Sky, who is beaming up at him, one leg pulled to her chest on the chair she is sitting on. The youngster is enthralled. It's irritating.

"Thank you so much," she says, smiling at him, his hands still on the cart handle, glued to her face, a goofy grin plastered on. She is so fucking oblivious.

I clear my throat, still standing at the door. It effectively breaks the kid out of his trance. His gaze meets mine, and I can suddenly feel fear pouring off him in waves. He quickly unloads the cart, avoiding looking at Sky, before making his way towards me and out of the room, eyes glued to the floor.

I close the door and turn around to find Sky has gotten up and is busy lifting off all the coverings on the silver trays. The platters are filled with eggs, pancakes, toast, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, croissants, fruit, yoghurt, and other items that I can't see from where I'm standing.

"Oh my god, this is so much food, Dmitri! Yummi! Come, eat!" she exclaims excitedly, piling her own plate full of every item that is not meat.

I chuckle. She is like a kid on Christmas Eve.

I walk over and grab a plate, adding all the meat items and bits of everything else.

We devour breakfast in silence, me watching her intently as she eats. Everything she does is with passion and vigor, even eating, it seems, as she moans in delight while enjoying a mouthful of mushrooms.

Once we are done, we pile all the plates and cutlery back onto the trolley before I roll it out into the corridor for a server to collect later.

I sit at the table, Sky looking at me with a smile. "Thank you, that breakfast was just what I needed."

"As the guest of honor, we get only the best." The perks of being powerful.

"You're a guest of honor?" she asks, seriously. "What does that mean exactly?"

"Well, I'm the nominated representative for the Werewolf and Lycan race for this annual get-together. Have been for the last couple of decades. As Alpha of the strongest pack in the Northern Hemisphere, it makes sense," I say plainly.

"So that's a big deal, right?" Sky's face is a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"I suppose so," I say, not sure what the big deal is.

"And you brought me here with you as your plus one. Had you planned on coming alone then?" Comprehension of her line of questioning was dawning on me. Tricky. "Does it matter?" I ask, looking away from her and out the windows leading to the balcony.

"Dmitri, did I take someone's place coming here with you? You need to protect me and bring me here. Did I impact your plans to take someone else with you?" She is leaning forward, my answer clearly important.

"Elanor," I mumble, not liking the look on her face caused by that one word.

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