Dreams of Wolf [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 2]

by Stowe, Miranda

  “No lying,” she added aloud. “No cheating on me with my gorgeous friend. No messing up my bathroom, forgetting to put the seat down. No, ‘Hey, baby, what’re you cooking tonight?’ God, Jaycee, what is wrong with you? If you want companionship that bad, get a fucking dog.”

  The face of the wolf from the Griffin’s backyard flickered through her head.

  “Maybe I’ll adopt the wolf, and he can be my new pet.” Turning over onto her side, she stared across her dark room and softly called under her breath, “Here wolfy, wolfy, wolfy. I’ve got a nice, tasty treat for you.”

  The mental picture of that wild beast eagerly padding up to her, his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as he panted a happy greeting like some tame canine, made her chuckle. “Damn, I’m losing my mind.”

  She sighed again and closed her eyes. Sleep stole into her system, relaxing her arms and legs until she was out. When her body settled and her inner consciousness took over, she dreamed of sex, of some man pressing close, the warm feel of his body rubbing against her bare skin.

  He worked her masterfully, knowing exactly where to touch, where to suck and lick. Faceless and nameless, he loved her and wanted her repeatedly, never tiring and always delighting in her body.

  She gasped awake with her hand between her legs. Her fingers, wet from her own juices, slid over her clit as it jerked in eager appreciation. Staring up at her ceiling, she continued to fondle herself, feeling more alone now than when she’d gone to sleep. Falling away from her pussy, her limp hand settled onto her thigh, no longer interested in masturbating. What was the point? Not even an orgasm could fill the empty void in her heart.

  Sighing, she stared up at the shadows on her ceiling as light spilled into her room from the hallway.

  Wait. Light from the hallway? But she’d flipped off all her lights before going to bed. Turning her head, she gasped and bolted upright when she saw the silhouette of a dog standing in her doorway.

  No, not a dog. A wolf.

  The wolf.

  It came toward her, its big brown eyes intense, changing with each step, raising off its front paws, only to walk on the hindquarters. Hair melting away, its white and gray fur became smooth, tanned skin stretched taut over some wickedly bulging muscles.

  Her jaw dropping as the animal became man—fully naked and fully aroused—Jaycee gaped in utter wonder.

  “So, where’s this tasty treat you promised me?” he asked once he reached the bed and loomed directly over her.

  Too stunned to even blink, she pointed to the doorway. “Did you just—no.” Shaking her head, she uttered in a hollow, disbelieving voice, “I’m dreaming.”

  “Yes.” His tone was low, dark, and downright sinful. “And I’m your dream come true.”

  She ran her hands through her hair, the silken, blonde strands gliding against her palm feeling too real to be a mere dream. “Holy shit, how many glasses of wine did I drink tonight?”

  “Two.”

  “How do you know…” She didn’t bother to finish the question and shook her head, but that didn’t clear her muddled thoughts in the least. “Of course, you know how much I drank. You’re my dream man. You know everything about me.”

  “That’s right.” He grinned, slow, sexy, and delicious enough to be illegal. “And I know you want some good old-fashioned hot, raunchy sex. So I’m here to deliver.”

  Her mouth fell open as her earlier words to Riley were quoted verbatim back to her. Before she could manage much more than a squeak of surprise, he reached out, grasped the edge of her blankets and peeled them off her body, slowly revealing her breasts and stomach, then her cunt and thighs, all the way down to her knees and toes until he dropped the covers onto the floor at the foot of the bed.

  She moved to hide herself with her hands, but he easily caught her wrist. Bringing her fingers to his nose, he inhaled, breathing in the scent of her pussy juice.

  “I could smell you all the way from the woods and didn’t think you should have to pleasure yourself in here alone when I’d be happy to assist.” To her utter amazement, he lowered her hand to his lips and lapped the moisture off her fingers. A low growl of approval, sounding exactly like the one the wolf had made earlier today at the Griffins’, vibrated from his throat.

  Her mouth went bone dry. “Oh, my God. This is, like, the best dream ever.”

  He smiled. “Baby, I haven’t even gotten started.” Guiding her hand down, he wrapped her fingers around his cock. “Before the night’s over, you’re never going to want to wake up again.”

  She already didn’t want to wake up.

  His penis was warm and rigid, thick and long. She reflectively tightened her grip, and he pulsed under her touch. This felt so real. She stroked him, and his hips jerked, responding. Testing the veracity of the situation, she leaned forward and licked off the pre-cum drop beading out the tip. Thick and pasty on her tongue, he tasted salty and metallic.

  “Wow.” She touched her lips, simply amazed by the clarity of her dream. Would she be able to feel his cock in her pussy so vividly? Could she actually have an orgasm?

  Amusement glittered in his gaze as he continued to stand next to the bed and watch her. “Is that as far as you’re going to go? Or do I have to beg for more?”

  She smiled, feeling empowered. This was going to be the best goddamn dream she ever had; she was going to make sure of it. Rising onto her knees, she wrapped her hand back around his dick and steered him with it, urging him closer. “Oh, there will be no begging in this bed tonight. Only demanding and giving.”

  “That I can handle.” Settling a knee onto the mattress, he leaned toward her, grasping the back of her head with one hand, his fingers threading through her hair. Tugging her face to his, he kissed her with bold, determined precision.

  Mouths opened, tongues seeking, they consumed each other. It was one of the most erotic kisses Jaycee had ever experienced. Without having to worry about what her partner thought of her and how disgusted he had to be by her not-so perfect body, she felt uninhibited, and an unrestrained Jaycee felt fucking awesome.

  Growing more daring, she stoked his penis as their mouths mated and leaned more fully toward him, pressing her breasts again his fabulously hard chest. He met her one hundred percent of the way, pushing into her hand and encouraging her touch, batting at her tongue with his and diving deeper toward the back of her throat.

  “On your back,” she commanded, tightening her grip on his cock to make him obey. Not that he was in any way resisting as he lay back and looked up at her as if he was eager for her next demand.

  She took a moment to gaze in amazement at the sexy, naked man sprawled on her sheets. His hard, golden body was lean and slim but rippled with more muscles than she thought a human could possess.

  His chest was bare and gleaming until a thin trail of hair sprouted just below his navel and arrowed into a thick mass, circling the base of his cock. She cupped his heavy testicles, rolling them in her hand.

  Arching his back with a raspy groan, her dream lover closed his eyes, his lips parting with pleasure. “Take my cock again,” he groaned. “Grab me and pump.”

  She did but wanted to stay in control as the one giving the demands, so while she stroked him, squeezing his penis, she threw a leg across his thigh and straddled him.

  Opening his eyes, he hummed. A smile hitched the corner of his mouth, telling her this was what he’d wanted all along.

  “You’re not allowed to come until I’ve had three orgasms,” she instructed before sitting on his dick and guiding him up all the way to her core. She was so wet, he slid in with an ease that almost had her coming before she was fully seated. She groaned and went still. “Okay, wolf boy,” she challenged, biting her lip to hold back as much as she could. “Do your thing.”

  Unable to believe her own audacity, she threw back her head, arching up her chin, and laughed. Spreading her arms wide as if she were on top of a mountain and ready to fly off, she could almost feel a liberated wind on
her cheeks.

  “You are so unbelievably sexy,” he groaned, sitting up to wrap his arms around her and press them close so his chest rubbed against her breasts. He took her mouth and kissed her long and slow as he picked up his hips and surged deep inside. She ground down against him, crying out as her body tightened in preparation for the big O. He broke off the kiss to gasp hard against her neck, as if he was too busy concentrating on screwing to even kiss anymore. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “I think this is my dream, not yours.”

  He pressed up into her, bucking her into the air with every surge. Each time she slid back down onto his dick, a bolt of pleasure zapped her. Electricity flowed up from her toes as if her body was gathering all her nerve endings and building a massive ball of sensations in her cunt. Her thighs vibrated, tingling with the mounting pressure. Her nipples tweaked as a zing of pleasure was collected from them. And finally, the ball became too massive to be contained. It exploded, shooting an electrical shock back out from all the places it had just stolen bliss.

  Jaycee jerked and quivered, fighting the sensation. It was big, too big for her. She couldn’t handle—

  “Let it go,” he rasped in her ear. “Just ride it through.”

  Something in his voice made her obey, and she screamed from the overwhelming release, unable to control her body as she shuddered and came. The orgasm consumed her; she wasn’t prepared for the utter loss of self.

  But he was there, holding her, guiding her through it, working in and out of her to draw out the orgasm. When every ounce of feeling was wrung from her, she wilted against him, laying her head on his shoulder.

  Chapter Three

  The wolf-man kissed the side of Jaycee’s throat and smoothed her hair back. “One down. Two to go.”

  She lifted her face. When her gaze met his, her own words echoed through her head. Oh, shit. He fully intended to obey her command to give her three orgasms before he came.

  As she realized he hadn’t ejaculated and shared that life-altering moment with her, a little something inside her shriveled with disappointment. He hadn’t gotten off the way she had, hadn’t felt the earth move, hadn’t experienced the best moment of his entire life.

  Eyes crinkling with sorrow, he licked a tear she hadn’t even realized had fallen off her cheek. “Was it that bad?” he asked, stroking his thumb over the corner of her eye as if desperate to dry her tears. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll make it better next time.”

  “Better?” She blinked back her confusion. “If you make it any better, I’ll die of hormone overdose.”

  He grinned. “Be careful what you say, female. Don’t you know better than to challenge a wolf?” Pulling out of her, he laid her back onto the mattress and loomed above her.

  “Wait,” she cried, starting to sit up. “Why did you leave me? I thought—”

  He pressed his hand against her belly, coaxing her to lie back down. “With your pussy wrapped around my cock and milking me as tight as you were, I tipped a bit too close last time. If I have to hold out through two more orgasms before I can come, I’m afraid I’m going to have to sit this round out and use my mouth on you instead.”

  “Yeah, about that not-coming bit,” she muttered, scowling. “What’s the deal, buster? That orgasm completely blew the top of my head off, and you were only close? I think I’m insulted.”

  He laughed. “I love your sense of humor. Hardly anyone makes me laugh.”

  Her purely female parts melted and sighed inside her. “Really?”

  He nodded. “Mmm hmm. I love your bravery too. The way you stood in front of those cubs today and faced off with me, ready to die for them. I was impressed.”

  “Well, I’m their nanny.” She shrugged as if it was nothing. “That’s what we nannies do.”

  He tipped his head to the side, staring at her exactly as the wolf had earlier in the Griffins’ yard. In fact, his brown eyes held a similar expression, something like confusion and curiosity.

  “Nanny?” he repeated the word.

  She blinked. Huh? “Yeah, I’m their nanny.” When he merely continued to stare, she tried to explain. “Their babysitter?”

  His chocolate-brown eyes widened. “You sit on the cubs?”

  Jaycee threw her head back and laughed, all the while wondering why he referred to Dane, Rhea and Brynn as cubs; she thought baby wolves were called pups. “No.” She attempted through her laughter to help him understand. “I watch them for their parents while their parents are away.”

  Frowning, he asked, “Why doesn’t their mother watch them herself?”

  “Because she has a job. Outside the home.”

  Shaking his head, the wolf-man said, “I don’t understand.”

  His confusion was adorable. Grinning, Jaycee reached up and cupped his face, running her fingers over the stubble on his jaw. He had a hard, angular face, framed by spiky black hair, but his bewilderment softened the features, making him much more touchable.

  “Yeah,” she said, “I don’t guess a lot of wolves know the meaning of jobs and working for a living, needing money to survive.”

  “Money,” he murmured, the term making his eyes light as if it sounded familiar. “No. We don’t bother with money. We simply hunt when hungry and fuck when horny.”

  The word “horny” reminded Jaycee she still had two orgasms to wrangle from him. Arching her breasts off the bed, she immediately caught his attention, making him lower his gaze and lick his lips. “Do you fuck a lot?”

  Staring at her breasts as if deciding which side he wanted to start on, he shook his head. “Not as much as I’d like, but I’m hoping you’ll help me catch up to where I want to be.”

  “Gladly,” she answered, then sucked in a breath as he leaned down and tugged her right breast into his mouth. His teeth nipped her, surprisingly sharp. It made her cry out and cup the back of his head, her fingers sinking into his black hair, holding him exactly where he was so he would continue his delicious assault.

  He did, only pausing to switch breasts. As he licked, his other hand crept down her body, his hot palm smoothing over her soft stomach and between her legs. She jerked at the first touch of his thick, warm finger on her moist, swollen flanges.

  Deep in his throat, he let out another growl of pleasure.

  “Oh, my God,” she moaned. “Everything you do feels so good.”

  “Maybe that’s because we’re meant to be together,” he said, kissing his way along her breast and over her belly. Once he reached her pussy, he paused and looked up at her. Waiting until she met his gaze, he smiled. “Wolves can mate for life, you know…once they find their partner.”

  Jaycee’s heart gave a huge thump against the inside of her ribcage. “Is that so?”

  Eyes glittering, he nodded. Then, keeping his gaze on her, he flicked out his tongue, batting the wet length against her womanhood. Jaycee shuddered, her vision wavering as she tried to hold their eye contact. He dipped down farther between her thighs, still watching her as he burrowed his tongue into her cunt.

  Her legs clamped around his head, probably leaving impressions of his ears on the insides of her thighs. Tummy quivering, vision blacking in and out, she tried to stay calm. But he moved his tongue inside her, stroking deeper and then retracting. She began to pant and writhe.

  “Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Please…”

  Pulling out of her abruptly, the wolf-man sat up between her thighs to stare down at her.

  Body screaming in denial while her legs remained splayed open and pussy gleaming wet, Jaycee sputtered, “Wha-what...why’d you stop?

  “You were wrong,” he murmured. “You’re not a disappointment to my taste buds at all.”

  Mouth falling open, Jaycee gaped a moment. Before she could even think up a rebuttal, he leaned back down and set his mouth over her clit. Stunned speechless, she continued to watch him, even as he drew enough pleasure from her to make her vision blurry.

  His brown eyes grew darker, showing masculine accomplishment as he loved her pussy
, licking without mercy, tunneling deep inside her and then lapping up to slick moisture over her clit. He worked her good. She let her head fall back as she rode his mouth in cresting waves until…

  “Yes,” she cried, coming against his mouth, squirming to get closer and yet farther away. He put a powerful orgasm on a girl; it was almost frightening. But he clutched her hip with a strong grip, forcing her to experience every sensation.

  She might’ve already been lying on her back, but she still collapsed once she was through, done, kaput. Time for a nap.

  Nap was the last thing on her lover’s mind, however, for once the second orgasm swept over her, he attacked, ripping his mouth off her pussy and surging up her body.

  “I can’t wait any longer,” he panted. “Oh fuck, you look so good, coming apart under me. God damn, I have to be inside—”

  He broke off with a guttural groan and sank into her.

  Jaycee went from utter relaxation to sticking her finger in a light socket. Her back arched off the bed from the zap of pleasure.

  Garbling out a scream of surprise and desire, she clutched his arms while he pushed all the way to her core, grinding himself against her, trying to bury himself deeper still.

  Her womb contracted around his cock.

  “Don’t,” he hissed, gritting his teeth and squeezing his eyes closed. “I can’t hold out…much longer.”

  The hell if he couldn’t. This was Jaycee’s dream, and her lover would hold out as long as she demanded. Cupping his hips between her thighs, she tightened her pussy and listened to him choke on the groan that followed.

  She moved under him, swiveling her hips, driving him insane.