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and draped them around his neck on a sigh. Creed splayed
his palms across her lower back and pulled her in, closing the gap between
them. So warm. Soft.
    Hot blood raced to his groin, filling his shaft. Oh God. On
instinct, he rocked into her, pressing his throbbing cock into her abdomen.
Yes. He knew she was the key to ease the ache between his legs, but somehow the
act made the need even worse. He moaned. Again, Creed crushed her close and
thrust against her. So good.
    “Shayla,” he breathed into her hair. “More. More of you.”
    “Creed,” she whispered at his ear.
    “Touch me.” The incessant throb was driving him mad.
“Please.”
    “Creed. I’m here.”
    He arched into her. “Shayla! Make it stop!”
    “Creed!” Something shook him. “Creed, wake up!”
    His eyelids popped open. He gasped and scrambled to a
sitting position.
    “What?” Creed scanned the room, his gaze landing on the
brown-eyed object of his…what? Fantasy? Dream? Damn, maybe a hallucination? He
didn’t know what the hell to call her. But the throbbing between his legs that
commanded his attention was very real and had his teeth set on edge.
    “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. But I heard you from
the other room. I was worried.” Shayla tugged the closure of her pink-and-white
robe a little tighter. “Looked like you were having a nightmare.” She tucked a
few loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I could have sworn you were calling
out for me.”
    Creed swiped a palm over the top of his head, doing his best
to nonchalantly shift and grab an extra throw from the back of the sofa to
cover himself. It took every ounce of strength he had not to flee the room and
fist the rock-hard length between his legs. Dear God, instinct told him if he
could just touch it, stroke it from root to tip, the demanding pressure would
ease.
    He knew the moment it dawned on her, the moment she noticed
the origin of his distress. Creed followed her gaze. Shit, how could she have
possibly missed the thick pole tenting the covers spread across his waist?
    “I-it’s the drug. Well, the lack of the drug.” Creed jerked
into action and swung his legs over the edge of the sofa, angling his body away
from her. He gathered the sheet around his hips and legs. His chest was bare,
the norm for how he liked to sleep, but he’d never felt more exposed in his
life.
    “It’s okay,” she blurted. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.
What you’re experiencing is completely normal.”
    “Not for me.” He huffed and risked a glance in her
direction. She looked so damn cute standing there with her long locks disheveled
from sleep. His cock flexed, and his balls tightened even more. He choked back
a groan and dropped his gaze. “Son of a…”
    “You mean this is completely new to you? Like not even
once?”
    Without chancing another look, he closed his eyes and spit
out a response. “I’m sure I have at some point in my life, but it would have
been before I can remember. We’re placed on Sustain prior to puberty.”
    “Oh.” The sound of her restless footsteps shifted beside
him. “It’s just so hard for me to imagine.” The sound of a sharp inhalation
followed. “Yikes. Sorry about the pun.”
    “I can’t imagine spending one’s life a slave to their body,”
he spouted. “It’s barbaric.” Creed’s tone was harsh, and he knew it, but at the
moment, he didn’t really give a shit. His cock throbbed with every beat of his
heart. But he would be damned before he gave in and stroked the offending
appendage to the release he’d read about it. The orgasms that stole logic from
the citizens he enforced, causing them to run from their home, their jobs and friends.
    The clink of dishes in the kitchen took him by surprise.
Creed leaned back and opened his eyes. He’d been so frustrated he hadn’t
realized she’d left his side. A moment later, she stepped back in the room,
this time carrying two tumblers with a small amount of clear liquid