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Chapter Twenty
Charlie
Even in sleep, my body hurt from Kane’s punishing training program. While the sexual tension between us had simmered all afternoon and into the night, his no-nonsense drills and relentless demands on my body didn’t lead to anything close to climactic. I was asleep and aware that my body was tight, sore, worked in ways I’d never felt, and I was frustrated, unsatiated and ready for something more.
When your wolf sauntered into my dream, cocky and sure, I knew it was because I’d called to you. I didn’t know how or why I chose you—not Kane, not Levi, but you, Johnny, Mr. Mischievous. Your dark fur was longer than your brothers, giving you a wild, majestic look, like you could be an alpha but chose not to. Your steel eyes were sharp like razors, assessing me, gauging what I wanted from you tonight. The question was, would you remember any of this come morning? Because, of course, this was no memory. This was happening now…and I wanted to play.
I greeted you as a wolf, nose to nose, a welcome and an invitation, for mere seconds before I took off, exploding into the forest of my creation. Large palm fronds, which had no business being in Vancouver, appeared as I sprinted, my dream world expanding with each gallop. Sand with bits of grass poked up under my paws, tickling my pads, the heat from an imaginary tropical day seeped between my toes. I smelled sea salt and heard the cresting of waves as they rolled onto a beach that took form ahead, the faster I went.
You chased after me, your heavy footfalls thudding close behind, coaxing me to run faster, to stay just beyond your reach. We’d done this before—running, hunting, playing—and my heart lightened as the tension from my overworked muscles melted away, dissolving with each powerful burst of energy from my legs, claws digging deep into the sand, my pain forgotten as I slipped further into this dream with you.
I crashed into bushes that scraped into my fur, satisfying itches I didn’t know I had. I weaved around rocks that were half buried in the sand, threatening to trip a less watchful wolf, but I knew they were there, and I knew when to dance my paws around and over. You navigated them as well, seemingly used to the obstacles my mind conjured to make the chase more exciting.
Looming ahead was a ledge that I didn’t have to see to know was there. We’d been here before, so many times that I knew exactly how much speed to gain, how much of a running start I needed to clear the boulders at the edge before leaping, heart in my throat, out into the night sky. My powerful legs catapulted me far beyond the edge of the drop, so high that I could lick the stars, so far that the ocean loomed ahead. I knew without looking back that you’d taken the leap with me. You were always ready for some fun, Johnny.
I landed and rolled, the sand taking the brunt of my fall as I shifted from wolf to human, so I was ready to take you in my arms when you landed on top of me—your body a heavy weight pressed against my hips, your arms caging me as much as I was caging you.
Your long hair fanned out around my head, a curtain that smelled of smoke and whiskey, and you kissed me so my passion bled, infusing deep into your soul, coiling through my body until it tugged at the threads that bound us.
Those threads that I’d ignored for the last three years but couldn’t pretend didn’t exist anymore…
As you pulled away, you had a hint of a grin, and your eyebrow was cocked. I wiggled my hips, enough of a cue that you nodded, wrapped your arms around my body then maneuvered us over and around until we were entangled and in sync. My legs were spread wide, my knees curled around your head, cushioned by sand. Your body was arched, abs so tight they were a ladder leading down, down, down to your jutting cock, which bobbed just at my lips, glistening with pre-cum, begging for my mouth.
You pulled me down, gripping my ass cheeks, blasting hot breath over my slick pussy lips, a tease away from my clit, which throbbed for your touch. I pressed my tits against your warm skin, using the cut of your muscles for friction as I writhed a little against the ridges of your ribs and stomach. My nipples ached, peaked and sensitive enough to send jolts to my core, sparks to accelerant that coaxed my body until I was smoldering.
I licked my lips then dabbed your crown, letting the salt tang of your pre-cum mingle with my saliva then slide down my throat. We’d done this before, many times, and the taste of your passion was a tonic as much as a stimulant. It revved me up, made me feel like anything was possible, even great explosions fueled by desire. You stroked my slit with your fingers, spreading me wide before licking me from clit to asshole.
I shivered, lost to your lips as they closed around my nub and sucked gently. You groaned, and it was a rumble down your chest that vibrated through my body. Your cock strained toward me, begging for my lips as well.
I slid my fingers over your shaft, taking your girth in the palm of my hand, then brought your dick to my mouth. I couldn’t stretch my lips wide enough to take you in, your head fitting snugly as I guided you back, licking along your ridge to flick and tease while you were busy with my clit, sliding your fingers into my hole, searching for my G-spot.
I took you back as far as I could, the gate of my throat too small to swallow you all in, but that didn’t matter, because I knew how to work your big cock. I knew that if I pressed my tongue against your ridge, and flicked with a burst of pressure, you’d moan and buck. If I caressed your balls, cupping them in my warm palm while I stroked your shaft and licked my way up and over your crown, you’d shake and shudder. I knew you’d do everything you could to hold back your orgasm, to take what I could give, while you tormented and teased me in return, your fingers rubbing hard against my sensitive G-spot, your lips, mouth and tongue working my clit.
The sparks of passion between us ignited quickly, so flames licked at my flesh, singeing lust along every nub, every tight bundle of nerves, every slit and hole. I rolled my hips down as you rolled yours up. We undulated to a rhythm that matched the urgency of our building climaxes, flames roaring just beneath the surface, ready to explode.
Sparks flew outward, across my closed eyes, flashes of that rising heat wave that I couldn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop, not while your dick filled my mouth and your tongue stroked my clit.
As the tsunami of fire finally breached and everything exploded, I took your spewing cum, the jets of hot heat, down my throat, spilling from my lips to roll off my chin. My orgasm detonated shockwaves of pleasure, and I squirted into your mouth, surely coating your face.
As the embers of my orgasm continued to smolder, I shifted to wolf, ready to start the chase all over again and realized that in my dreams—and only in my dreams—I’d never felt separated from my other selves. They weren’t mysterious identities invading my consciousness and pushing me aside. In my dreams, my wolf and I were one. Somehow, when I was asleep, the barriers were gone. I was the wolf, and the wolf was me.
Maybe…just maybe…we could be as one in the real world, too. Maybe, my beast could meld and play nice. Maybe I could be a force, just as Kane, Levi and Johnny believed.
I just had to figure out how.
