Dreams of Wolf [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 2] (4 page)

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.