He was right behind me, and his beast was magnificent. Tall enough that when he raised his head, he looked me straight in the eye.
Those eyes blazed emerald fire. They burned straight through to my soul, and for a moment, my knees trembled with the desire to submit.
But this was my dream, and I wasn’t inclined to yield. I ran my fingers along his jaw to his ear, buried them in his thick fur, and commanded, “Shift for me, Matt.”
A shudder passed through him as the beast fought my command. But the power swept from me, over him, and the bones moved beneath his skin.
I released him and watched, transfixed, as the beast became a man.
My man.
My dream self had no doubt of it. Matt belonged to me.
My man rose on two legs to stand tall before me, every contour offering sheer sculpted perfection.
“Hullo, Angel,” he said with that soft Aussie accent, and my heart did a queer double beat.
“Hello, Wolfie,” I countered. I was clothed, and didn’t want to be—but dammit, this was my dream. I imagined myself as naked as him, and my clothes melted away, leaving my smooth skin softly gleaming in the moonlight.
Matt’s gaze dropped, and then glowed emerald as he drank me in from toes to head.
“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, as though he almost lacked the breath to speak.
I reached up to pull his head down to mine. His lips were warm, and I felt his canines through them. I pushed my tongue right into his mouth.
Matt uttered a growl and pulled me hard against his naked body. The heat from his rigid length pressed against my belly, and suddenly, I wanted to climb him like a tree.
I ground myself into him, and his breath hitched, before he cupped his hands around my butt and lifted me. So effortless, like I was a kitten, not a full-grown woman. He carried me to a spot beneath a boulder and laid me down.
I clung to him, wanting culmination, but he chuckled low in his throat.
“Such a hot-blooded sheila you are,” he rumbled and kissed me again, before trailing his lips and teeth down my neck. He hesitated where it reached my shoulder and licked me there. Then his tongue left a red-hot trail all the way to my breast, where the teeth closed gently on the aching tip—
I moaned beneath his expert use of teeth and tongue, wrapping my legs around him. But he wouldn’t be held. He pushed them gently wide again, and moved lower. Across my belly. And then lower...
I gasped and arched up as his tongue found my aching center and lapped at me as though I were his favorite dessert. My world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of flashing color—I was uttering noises I’d never imagined myself making. My fingers sank into his hair as his hot tongue brought me to the very brink—
I pulled him free and used my legs to lever him onto his back. He went with a growl, which I smothered as I straddled him and attacked his lips with my teeth, tasting my own salt on his skin.
His big hands rose to my breasts, the tips alternately flicking and gently pulling on the nipples, every movement sending quivers of pure pleasure through me.
I ached for him, and my patience was at an end. I poised with him at my entrance, teasing him with my liquid heat.
“Angel—” he hissed, his hands sliding to my hips, urging me down. I rolled forward, and back again, dipping him in and out, every stroke of his silken steel against me making me moan.
Then I slid onto him. With lips pulled back from his teeth, he arched me into the air, seeking to push himself home. But I went with him, controlling the penetration inch by slow inch, as his growl rumbled through the body beneath me.
“Strewth.” The word ground out of him, his fingers sliding over my buttocks and then between to touch me around him, one moving to the front to stroke...
Slick with my heat, his fingers rubbed and circled. Lightning shot through me, my inner muscles tightening. Some secret instinct had me falling forward to place hands on each side of his face.
His eyes widened. But this time, it was but a dream. He pushed his head past my hands, nibbling along my throat as I slid him home. I heard him groan and felt the prick of his canines against my neck as he filled every inch of me.
My heart took flight, riding on my wolf. I ground down onto him, and then clenched those inner muscles, over and over and over...
He cried out, and then, to my shock, he sank his teeth into the juncture of my neck and shoulder. Pain lanced through me, but on its heels was a surge of pleasure so powerful—he exploded within me, and his climax took me with him. Wave after wave of it—and with the physical release, his energy swept over and through me.
I opened myself to it and absorbed every pulse. Then, as I still quivered around him, he withdrew his teeth and licked my shoulder. I searched his lips out with my own and kissed him.
