The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy Chapter 167

And I mean…I don’t think I can get pregnant in the dream state but…

I mean, can I?!

I sigh, thinking it through, deciding that I really, really need to have a chat with my mom about this – about all of this –

But I gasp, suddenly, when I feel the edge of the mattress sink on my left. I instantly spin towards the movement, my eyes wide in the darkness, but a hand covers my mouth to stifle any cry I might make and that scent –

Well, I’d know it in my sleep, wouldn’t I?

I nod, quickly, to let Luca know that I understand and he drops his hand away as he crawls onto my bed. I simultaneously sit up and make room for him, anxiously glancing beyond him towards my curtain, which suddenly feels very flimsy, and the room beyond.

Luca! I scold, putting the word directly into his mind. What do you think you’re doing!?

They’re asleep, he replies, his mouth silent as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close, slipping under my covers and pressing a silent kiss to my temple. They’re snoring away, I made sure of it before I moved.

I gasp then, just a tiny sound, as I realize that he planned this, only pretending to be so sleepy earlier. Then I smack him on the chest. Luca! You’re taking unnecessary risks!

Ariel, Luca replies, taking my face in his hands and pressing a soft, desperate kiss to my mouth. Please, I’m dying here. The dream state is amazing – but god, please, please just let me hold you in my real arms.

I relent, then, instantly – half for the sad, desperate tone of his words, half because I, too, have been craving this. And so I curl up with my mate, tucking my head beneath his chin, and wrapping my arms around him, even letting my legs tangle up with his beneath the covers.

Instantly, I feel him relax, feel his breathing soften, sense his heartbeat slowing with the rightness of it all. I dip my head, pressing a kiss to his chest as I let my hand slide down the long length of his torso, dipping beneath the blankets and then untucking his shirt to run my fingers idly along the skin of his back. He twitches a little, ticklish, but I can feel him smile and then lean into my touch.

Wouldn’t think the national boxing champion was so ticklish, I murmur into his mind.

I’m a delightful mix of contradictions, Luca replies, his mental voice sleepy and happy. He rubs his cheek across the length of my hair, feeling the softness of it against his face, a sweet, wolfish gesture that goes right to my heart.

I sigh, nuzzling against him. I’m going to have to burn these pajamas and these sheets, I mutter to him, you’re getting your stinky scent all over me. I’m kidding, though - no part of me is actually mad to have my mate sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night.

Could just take those pajamas off now, Luca casually remarks, making my head fly up to glare at him. Let me get my scent all over your body instead.

I pull back a little, narrowing my eyes. We are not doing STUFF in this bed tonight, sir, I let him know, my words stern. Not with my brother and my cousin separated from us only with a bit of velvet fabric.

I know, Luca replies, sighing, even as his hand does drift down my body, lower than it’s ever gone in real life. A shiver goes through me as his broad palm moves over my ass and slides down my thigh, pulling my leg up over him so that my knee hitches up over his hip. He presses a soft, silent kiss to my lips.

Like I said, he continues, mind-to-mind, I just want to hold you, Ariel. I’ve been sick with wanting you in my arms. It doesn’t feel right, having you by my side all the time and not being able to grab you, and kiss you, and throw you over my shoulder and carry you away to bed –

I laugh now, working to stifle the sound, shaking my head at him in the dark before pressing a kiss to his mouth. Go to sleep now, boy, I say, pressing my eyes shut and letting my head fall to the pillow. We’ll talk there.

My gorgeous mate nods, his own eyes drifting shut, and then – nose-to-nose – we fall asleep.