Santiago's Point Of View
"Ngh... M-Master... Hurts... S-So hot..."
I woke up with a start, feeling Synnahmen grip my arm, trembling violently. He was groaning in discomfort, and his body was feverishly hot. The air in my room was completely saturated with the scent of his milk and honey pheromones.
I looked down, and noticed that he was still asleep, clenching my arm tightly, and gritting his teeth.
"Syn? Wake up, Syn."
He didn't open his eyes at all. They were squeezed shut, with tears streaming across his cheek and nose.
"I-I'm sorry... Master... Please forgive... me... I'll be good... I swear..." He murmured, breathlessly.
"Syn. It's time to wake up now. C'mon, love. It's just a nightmare..." I said, shaking his shoulder.
"I-I don't... want to go... back in that room... Please don't make me... Please..."
His breathless plea snapped something inside me, and my anger flared. I pulled him in close to me, and flooded him with my own pheromones.
