But the smile he’d had for me was long gone. He glared after the other Dire, the lines of his face hardening.
I left him there and headed for my room. Wasn’t going to put up with more of this dick-measuring crap.
Matt’s long strides caught up with me before I could get my door closed. I glimpsed his frustrated expression, his eyes gleaming at me, right before I shut it in his face.
I gritted my teeth. I could fight my own battles, thank you very much.
Unfortunately, a snoring roommate was one battle I couldn’t win. Mari vibrated on as I moved Trix over and slid beneath the covers. I tore a tissue into pieces and wadded them into my ears. It helped a little. Then I lay there and stared at the ceiling. Thinking, against my will, of damp skin and gleaming green eyes.
It took a very long time for my heart rate to settle. Finally, I sighed and rolled onto my side. Closed my eyes...
I was back in the forest, the path climbing beneath my feet. Roots gave way to rocks as the trees fell away to each side of me. I glanced around, squinting into the shadows.
As I hesitated, evaluating, a howl sounded from somewhere ahead. I resumed my progress, eager, in the realm of my dream, to meet my handsome werewolf again.
I stepped out onto a hill formed from exposed rock. Far below me ran a river, powerful enough to carve a deep canyon through the stone, leaving a cliff-like projection on each side. The moons shone down, casting a light almost as bright as day.
Moons. I wasn’t at home anymore.
I glanced across the narrow canyon to the opposite side, and saw the Unicorn.
He stood with his mane blowing in the wind, his horn gleaming blue against the night. In the moonlight, his coat shone steel gray rather than white.
Oddly, it bothered me that he was so far away. That a river and a canyon separated us. When he refused to even look at me, my heart gave a curious ache. I raised one hand—to do what, catch his attention?—but he whirled and vanished into the nearby trees.
“Wait!” I called after him. But it was too late. He was gone.
The moons flickered, as though someone had turned them off and then on again. With a whisper of wind against wing, something huge passed overhead. There, and gone, before I could fix my eyes upon it.
I searched the sky, but only the moons and stars gazed back at me. Then another howl had me spinning to stare into the trees. It sounded close, and it was. A wolf emerged from the trees on my side of the river to stand at the cliff’s very edge.
He watched me.
My wolf.
I don’t know where the thought came from, but it was clear as day. And, of course, he wasn’t a wolf—he was so much larger, with a broad head, powerful shoulders, and long legs built to run.
Moonlight accentuated the hints of gold in his coat, . As I gazed into eyes that glowed emerald, my heart made the leap.
“Hello, Matt.”
Delicious—that I was dreaming of him. Safely wrapped in my mind, where I could turn loose the desire he’d unleashed in me during the day.
His long jaws fell open. “Halloo Angel.” He rumbled a low greeting that I nevertheless understood. As I approached, his broad head altered. His hips shifted until he rose on two legs, his shoulders broad and strong.
The moon’s rays highlighted every naked contour. I’d already seen the sculpted torso, but my imagination filled in everything below the waist.
And it was exceptional. Well, more than exceptional. And hardly disinterested in my presence. Heat suffused me as his gaze drank me in.
He reached a big hand out to me, fingers tracing along my jaw, sliding to cup the back of my head before he pulled me in and lowered his lips to mine.
Soft and warm, before they became demanding, pressing my lips against his beast’s canine teeth that dropped from his upper jaw. My hand trailed along his chest until I found the pulse at the base of his throat—it raced, matching my own.
He wrapped his free arm around me and pulled me close, until my body molded to his, trapping his hot length between us, pressing my breasts against muscles as hard as steel.
His lips trailed down my throat, and I moaned, my head falling back.
Once again, something blasted by overhead. This time, with a shriek. It drowned our rapport as effectively as a pail of ice-cold water. Matt cursed as I pulled away, my head turning, eyes searching the sky.
