I grumbled, wrinkling my nose when I heard a knocking in the distance. The knocking faded, and I thought it was just my imagination. Then I heard the distinct voices of my sister Crista, her mate Alec, his son André, and his mate Darren. Only Darren and Alec’s voices were soft, like they didn’t want to be disruptive. Did they not want to wake me from my nap? They’d already woken me, and it was such a perfect dream. Alexander touched me in ways I could only fantasize about. He let me touch him. He even allowed me to tie him up, and we made love. Our lovemaking hurt at first. I expected it to hurt, but the pleasure was worth any moment of discomfort. It was such a beautiful and perfect moment. He told me he loved me and held me in his arms after. Who’d ever want to wake from such a dream? “André, we should leave.” Darren’s voice hissed, trying to be quiet, but I still heard him. “I agreed with Darren. We should not disturb them. I have no interest in seeing what’s beyond that door. H
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