Chapter 60 Testing Boundaries

Chapter 60 Testing Boundaries
Bambi's POV

I didn't realize I'd been staring at the closed door until Dawn gently touched my elbow.

"Bambi," he said quietly, "you don't have to look so afraid. It's just my room."

Just his room.
Right.

Except it wasn't "just" anything. It was his space—Alpha Dawn's retreat, the place nobody entered unless invited. The place where he slept. The place where I was about to spend the night.

My heart thudded once—loud and too obvious.

He must've heard it.

A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Relax. I'm not going to bite."

"I'm not nervous," I lied instantly.

He raised a brow. "You're shaking."

I looked down.
Damn it.
My hands were actually trembling.

I pulled them behind my back like that would somehow erase what he had already seen. "It's cold," I muttered.

"It's not," he said, voice low, amused again. "But you can keep pretending if it makes you feel better."

I glared at him. "You know, not everything is about you."

"I didn't say it was," he murmured. "But your heartbeat is."

I froze.

His eyes softened the moment I did. He stepped closer—not touching, not crowding—just close enough that I could feel the warmth of him, the quiet intensity that always wrapped around me like invisible arms.

"Bambi," he said softly, "look at me."

I did.

Slowly.
Carefully.
Like looking at him meant handing him another piece of me I wasn't sure I should give away.

His voice dropped into something lower. "I want you to be comfortable. That's all."

For some reason, that made my throat tighten.

"…I'll try," I whispered.

He nodded once, then opened the door fully. "Come in."

I stepped inside.

The room wasn't what I expected. It wasn't extravagant or intimidating. It wasn't cold or overly masculine either.

It was…warm.

Warm lights. Warm wooden floors. Warm scent—cedar, pine, something soft that I couldn't name but recognized instantly:

Dawn.

He said it was his fifth room in his Alpha wing. He said it is where he mostly relaxes. This is the third room I had seen.

I swallowed as the door clicked softly behind me. "It's…nice."

"Just nice?" he asked, closing the distance again.

"Very nice," I corrected quickly.

He chuckled. "Better."

He walked past me, shedding his shirt in a fluid, unconscious movement.

I almost choked.

"D-Dawn!"

He paused mid-stride, looked over his shoulder, and blinked like he didn't understand the problem. "What?"

"You—you just—"

"Took my shirt off?" he finished, tone unbothered, like discussing the weather.

"Yes!"

He tilted his head. "Bambi…this is my room."

"That doesn't mean you should just—just—"

He walked closer again, bare chest very, very real, very, very close. "Should what?"

I opened my mouth.

Nothing came out.

He smirked slightly. "If it bothers you, I can put it back on."

I shook my head too fast. "N-no! No, it's fine. You can—you can be shirtless. It's okay. Totally okay. I mean, you usually—sometimes—not always—you're handsome—wait that's not what I meant—"

His smirk turned into a full grin.

"I appreciate the compliment."

"I didn't— I mean I did— I mean—"

I groaned into my palms. "Why am I like this?"

He laughed softly, the sound warm, gentle, and painfully attractive. "Because you're Bambi."

Somehow, that made everything worse and better at the same time.

He walked to the bed, then glanced back at me. "Come sit."

"On the bed?"

"Unless you want to sit on the floor," he teased.

I shot him a look and walked over. The bed dipped slightly when I sat on the edge. Dawn didn't join me right away. He went to the drawer, pulled out something, and returned.

"A hairbrush?" I blinked.

He nodded. "Give me your hair."

"…What?"

"I want to brush it," he said simply.

I stared at him. "Why?"

"Because I like your hair," he said, sitting behind me. "And because you never let anyone take care of you."

He said it like he had known me for years.
Like he could see the parts of me I never let anyone else see.

My chest tightened again.
My breath stuttered.

He waited.

Slow. Patient. Calm.

And because some part of me trusted him—too much, maybe—but couldn't help it…

I shifted closer and turned my back to him.

His fingers brushed my hair first—light touches, testing the strands, testing my reaction. I shivered.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Mhm," I whispered. "Just…not used to this."

"Tell me if you want me to stop."

I didn't answer.
I couldn't.

Because the moment the brush slid through my hair, something inside me melted. Dawn wasn't rough. He wasn't hurried. He wasn't dominant or demanding like I always imagined Alphas would be.

He was gentle.

Painfully gentle.

Soft strokes. Careful movements. His fingertips would occasionally graze my neck or my shoulders, sending sparks all the way down my spine.

At one point, I actually sighed.

He paused. "Good?"

"Too good," I muttered without thinking.

He stilled.

Then—

"Bambi," he said, voice lower than before, "look at me."

I turned slowly.

He was close.
Too close.
Kneeling on the bed behind me, hair falling slightly into his eyes, chest bare, breathing steady—but his gaze?

His gaze burned.

"Do you know what you're doing to me?" he asked, voice soft but rougher.

"M-me?"

"Yes," he murmured.

He reached out, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair behind my ear. The touch was warm, careful, intimate.

My throat bobbed.

His hand lingered, fingertips tracing lightly down the side of my face. "You have no idea how hard it is to keep my distance around you."

I swallowed. Hard. "Then…don't keep it."

His eyes flickered.

Then he moved—slowly. Giving me time to stop him. Time to pull away.

I didn't.

"You don't understand what I feel for you. Nobody does. They think I'm crazy."

"I do," I breathed. "Why do you think I'm also going crazy? Everyone keeps saying you are dangerous and you want me dead but I just don't see it. All I see is a man who wants to protect his woman."

He pressed a kiss on my lips. "Thank you, Bambi. Thank you for not leaving when you should have."

I breathed, following his lips for another kiss. He kept withdrawing like he didn't want to kiss me.

"Kiss me," I whispered.

"If I kiss you again, I won't be able to stop," he murmured.

I blinked. "Will you punish me again?"

"No, baby. You did nothing wrong." He leaned away, the absence of his touch and close proximity prickling my skin like a heated sun in July. "And, I'm here with you to prove that I am not dangerous, remember?"

I nodded.

Suddenly, he returned after a beat. Pressing his lips on mine.

Soft at first. Testing. Waiting.
Like he wanted to map my lips, memorize the shape of them, learn every way I responded.

I melted instantly.

My fingers curled into the sheets. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me gently but firmly, deepening the kiss. He tasted warm. Safe. Like something I shouldn't want but craved anyway.

When he pulled away a fraction, we were both breathing unsteadily.

"Dawn," I whispered, my voice shaky. "That was... I don't know what to say."

He smiled softly, his thumb brushing my lower lip. "You don't have to say anything. Just be here with me."

I nodded, but my body moved on its own. I climbed onto his lap without thinking, and he accommodated me willingly, his hands settling on my butt cheeks. "Bambi," he said, his voice a low rumble. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yes," I replied, starting to grind against his hardness. The pleasure built slowly, making me smile. "It feels good. You feel good."

He groaned quietly. "You're driving me insane."

I threw my head over his naked chest and gently guided my hand to his erection, rubbing over its hardness. He caught my hand to stop me.

"Please, please, Bambi. Don't start what you can't finish."

I smirked. "Who said I can't finish?"

"Bambi," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire. "If you stay in this room tonight… things will change between us."

My pulse jumped.

"Do you want them to?" I whispered.

His eyes burned hotter. "I've wanted it for a long time."

I didn't know I was moving until I was already leaning forward, pressing my lips back onto his. He responded instantly—like he'd been waiting the entire night for that single moment.

My hand rested over his erection again, caressing it gently.

"You are so hard, Alpha," I whispered into the kiss.

He bit my lip lightly, sucking it before replying, "Only for you, Bambi. Always for you."

I unzipped his pants and dipped my hand inside, the kiss intensifying, his biting and sucking making me gasp. He wore briefs, and my hand over them made me feel his erection even more.

"Tell me what you want," he murmured against my mouth.

"I want to touch you," I said, massaging him and earning a groan. His hands molded my butt cheeks tighter in retaliation.

"You're perfect," he said, his voice strained. "Keep going if it feels good."

Then, I shifted his briefs slightly, dipping my hand into them, his groin in my careful grip.

The kiss turned even deeper as I started massaging. My fingers stopped briefly to caress the crown. "Does this feel good for you?" I asked between kisses.

"Yes," he groaned. "Don't stop talking to me. Your voice... it's everything."

The kind of kiss that made time stretch and air thicken. The kind that made my whole body feel aware of his. The kind that tasted like something dangerous and beautiful.

He moaned and groaned, squeezing my butt cheeks tighter with each increase in my pace. "Bambi, I'm close," he warned, his breath hot against my ear.

"Let go," I whispered. When he finally felt his warm release on my fingers, I withdrew. But I wasn't done.

I took his length out and started grinding on it through my soaked panties. We broke the kiss just to echo our moans. My breasts bounced as my pace increased, my waist twisting on him desperately.

We were just dry humping, and it felt like we were having sex...

"Bambi, look at me," he said, pulling me closer until his hands wrapped around me. His hands settled on my waist, fingers brushing skin, sending shivers everywhere.

"Tell me to slow down," I whispered against his lips, breath uneven.

"Why?"

"Because I can't stop myself."

He cupped my jaw gently. "I can stop if you want."

My breath hitched. "No."

I slowed down. My climax reaching.

"Talk to me," he said softly. "Tell me how it feels."

"It feels like fire," I admitted, panting. "Like I need more."

Finally, I got off him and pulled down my pants, raising the skirt of my gown up to reveal my wetness. Then, I climbed back on him. I took his length in my hand and guided him in, both our gasps of moans filling the air.

"Oh, Dawn," I said, pausing for a few seconds. "You're so... full."

"And you're so tight," he replied, his hands on my hips. "Take your time. We have all night."

I started sliding in and out of him, bouncing, twisting, my hips doing things I didn't know they could.

"Is this okay?" I asked, my voice breathy.

"More than okay," he said. "You're amazing."

I shoved him slightly to lay down and took off my dress, my boobs flying out. I started kneading my boobs, maintaining eye contact with him as I continued grinding on him.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So beautiful. So mine."

I slowed, leaning into him, hand cupping his jaw, caressing his stubble, lips kissing him. I moaned into his mouth. "Am I doing well?" I whispered.

"Yes, baby. Fuck me harder."

I increased my pace, breasts slapping, bed creaking. "Dawn, I love how you feel inside me," I said, panting.

"And I love how you move," he replied, his hands roaming my back. "Don't hold back."

Then, I suddenly stopped, breathing and panting.

"I'm close, Dawn."

"Then, why did you stop?"

"I want to try something."

"What?" He whispered.

"Let's fuck in front of the mirror."

"Are you sure?"

I nodded. He guided me up, his length still buried in me, and walked us to the bathroom, my legs wrapped around him.

"Tell me if it's too much," he said as we moved.

"It's perfect," I replied, kissing his neck.

The bathroom was darker, the only dim light coming from the window, but we could still see ourselves.

He shut the door behind us as he faced us to the mirror.

"Can you see?"

"Yes," I murmured, as I started bouncing on him, watching as my breasts bounced and my hair skipped with each bounce.

He held me still for a moment, watching us through the bathroom mirror. And I watched as both our lips parted in silent moans.

"We look good, Dawn."

"We do," he agreed, his voice husky. "Like we belong together."

I bounced slower now, savoring each movement. "Do you like watching us?" I asked.

"I love it," he said, his hands supporting me. "I love seeing you like this—free, wanting me."

"Me too," I whispered. "It makes it feel even more real."

He started thrusting gently, matching my rhythm. "Tell me what you see," he said.

"I see us," I replied. "Connected. Happy. Not afraid."

His grip tightened slightly. "That's all I want for you, Bambi. No more fear."

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, moaning softly. "Dawn, I'm getting close again."

"Let it come," he murmured. "I'm right here with you."

The pace built slowly, our breaths syncing, our eyes locked in the mirror. It wasn't rushed—it was us, talking through every touch, every whisper. When the climax hit, it was like a wave, gentle but overwhelming. He followed soon after, holding me close.

We stayed like that for a long time, just breathing, just being.

"You're everything to me," he said finally, kissing my shoulder.

"And you're mine," I whispered back.

For the first time that night, I felt truly safe.