Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
The mouth at her throat nuzzled lower, pressing into the crook of her neck and shoulder as he scented her. She could feel him breathing her in, drawing in her scent the way a starving man might inhale a feast.
The intimacy of it made her throb even harder. He wanted her as much as she wanted him–more, even.
Mine, a deep voice seemed to murmur in her ear. All mine, my beautiful mate.
Or perhaps it was only the dream itself speaking–either way, the word wrapped around her like velvet, making her warm…making her want even more.
The big, warm hand left her clit for a moment, and she whimpered in protest—but only for a second–because then thick fingers parted her more fully and slid into her wet heat, deep in her pussy.
Kiera gasped, her whole body arching–he was so big. Even just his fingers felt thick and invasive and wonderful–stretching her slowly as he pumped into her with maddening patience. The heel of his palm brushed her clit every time he moved, making stars explode behind her closed eyelids.
She could feel the hard length of him still pressing between her thighs…could feel him shifting impatiently behind her, his breath turning rougher, his growl deeper.
He wanted in…she knew he wanted in.
And some wild, aching part of her wanted it too.
“Please,” she whispered again, more urgently this time. “Please, I want you…I need you in me…”
The fingers curled inside her, finding some hidden spot that made her cry out and clamp down helplessly around him.
“Oh, God!” she gasped.
For a moment, the dream seemed to shiver and blur around the edges But then his arm tightened around her, and his muzzle pressed harder to the side of her throat.
And the deep voice—closer now, rougher, almost desperate—seemed to whisper against her skin.
“Mate,” he growled softly. “My mate. Going to fill your sweet little pussy and ass with my shafts…going to slide my knot deep inside you and let it swell to tie us together…going to Bond you to me forever, my beautiful mate…”
The hot, dirty words in her ear and the feeling of his fingers rubbing and thrusting inside her was too much. Kiera came with a startled cry, pleasure crashing through her in hot, liquid waves so intense it felt as though the whole bed had fallen away beneath her.
She was dimly aware of twisting in the embrace of the huge, furred male…of clutching at the arm around her…of pressing back against all that delicious heat and hardness as she shuddered and gasped her way through her orgasm…
And then she woke up with a gasp.
Kiera blinked and looked around. She was in her own bed, in her own room, with darkness all around her and the thick coverlet tangled around her legs.
Her heart was pounding and her whole body was flushed and damp…and between her thighs, she was throbbing with need.
For a moment she lay there panting, dazed and confused, trying to get her bearings.
What a dream.
Slowly, she became aware of the weight pressed warmly against her back, but it wasn’t a man or a half—human/half—animal man like the one she’d felt in her dreams. It was just Buck.
The huge wolf was still curled behind her, half under the covers, his big furry body radiating heat. One massive paw was draped over her hip as though he’d pulled her close in the night, and his muzzle was pressed against the back of her neck.
Kiera’s eyes flew wide with realization–no wonder she’d had such a crazy dream.
She could still smell him—cedar and fur and masculine spice—and feel the warmth of him against her, hard and protective and strangely comforting. Her pulse kicked again, and she swallowed hard, suddenly, acutely aware of the way her own body had melted against his in her sleep.
“Oh boy,” she whispered faintly into the darkness. “What’s wrong with me?”
She would have thought she needed to take care of her urges before going to bed but she had–she’d let the pleasure blooms give her a really good, satisfying orgasm.
So why had her sleeping mind decided to turn her new pet into a sentient male who wanted to pleasure her? The whole thing was so weird–so strange she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
Buck made a sleepy little whuff against the back of her neck and tightened his paw on her hip—just slightly, just enough to make her breath catch.
Kiera frowned–should she push him away? Make him sleep on the floor again?
But it wasn’t his fault she’d had a weird dream.
Maybe I’m just lonely, she thought with a sigh. After all, she hardly ever saw anyone except for her neighbor, Higgs, and after that one disastrous date, she’d been avoiding him like the plague. She did have occasional excursions with Iyanna to get new animals, but those were pretty rare.
She lay still, staring into the darkness, her cheeks burning as she thought about the dream. Maybe it was time to try and meet someone…though how she was going to manage it, she didn’t know.