Chapter 5 Thorny Dreams
Thorny Dreams
I was walking through the forest, ferns and bunches of purple lupine flowers swaying around me. This wasn’t unusual. I dreamed about the forest more often than you’d expect.
Taking a deep breath, I sucked in that sharp pine resin scent, the musty smell of earth and rotting bark, and the cold, crisp smell of wet leaves. Sunlight filtered down, scattering droplets of golden light over my arms and the leaf litter around me.
It was so peaceful, I couldn’t help but smile.
Soft birdsong wound through the trees, and bugs chirped. I really needed to get out to the actual forest more often. Sawyer would be thrilled to take me hiking.
If we went hiking, I definitely wouldn’t be wearing this ridiculous robe.
Smiling, I held out my arm to admire the black lacy thing, fringed in a feathery poof.
Weren’t these called widow’s robes? It was fabulous, but it did nothing to cover up my body.
Who cared? It was my dream. I might as well be tits out.
Wandering forward, I stepped over a fallen log, careful to not scrape my bare leg on the rough bark. Silly, since this was a dream, but it felt so real.
A huffing noise sounded to my left, and I pivoted, squinting into the mirage of evergreen trees and heavy branches. A dark brown shape moved past a tree.
If I saw an animal in the forest during my waking life, I’d be scared, but in a dream, I knew I was safe. So I watched with mild curiosity as a huge, mahogany wolf stalked toward me.
Shaggy fur in a blend of gold, espresso, and gray framed a handsome face—a tapered nose, bright, glowing blue eyes, and huge ears perked forward.
“Hey, there,” I cooed, wondering if I could pet him. Experimentally, I held out my hand. Surely, if this was my dream, he wouldn’t bite me. I didn’t feel afraid in the least.
A large head bumped my palm. It felt so real. My fingers curled, digging my nails into the thick fur. He nosed my wrist, pushing into my palm. Giggling, I let him step closer and dropped down to sit so I could stroke over his ears and place a kiss on his velvet nose.
He sniffed my arm and over to my collarbone.
“You’re so handsome,” I murmured, my fingers carding his thick ruff. “You’re making me want a dog.”
With a snort, he shook his head, those glowing blue eyes narrowing.
“Sorry, I guess you don’t like that. You’re certainly not a dog. You’re a wolf, I think. But you’re way too big.”
Sitting on my ass, I was level with him, his face inches from mine. His paws stepped on either side of my thighs, and I could spy his swishing tail peeking over his haunches.
“Big, handsome boy.”
His nose skimmed my cheek, and I couldn’t help my giggle. My fingers tightened in his fluffy coat.
In an instant, the wolf was gone, and Thorne was in his place.
My gasp echoed in the open space, and the birds and bugs went silent.
The same glowing blue eyes held me captive. Muscles in his shoulders flexed as he shifted his weight. He was over my legs, his forearms touching my thighs from where his hands braced in the dirt.
“Thorne?” I managed to say. “What are you doing here?”
“Vixen, I’ll follow you anywhere. I just want to be where you are.”
The deep timbre of his voice had me quivering with need, like some sort of cheesy damsel. But fuck, he smelled so good, like cloves, cider, and cedar. I wanted to snort the scent of him. Sunlight danced over flexing muscles as he raised one hand and hooked a finger under my chin.
“I told you. We’re mates.”
Why was my brain so fixated on him and the whole soulmate thing? I should have forgotten him already. Maybe it was because he was so fucking hot. Goddamn.
“This is ridiculous,” I managed to say before he kissed me.
Soft lips pressed to mine, warm and firm, becoming more demanding as I kissed back. Excitement sparked through my body, down my arms and swirling through my belly. His hand cupped my neck, fingers threading into my hair as he guided me back.
Someone was whimpering. Fuck! It was me. That was embarrassing, but it was my dream, so what did it matter? In fact, I should just enjoy this.
Reaching up, I dug my nails into his shoulders. A growling groan ripped out of him, and he pulled back, biting down on my bottom lip. The spark of pain jolted straight to my pussy.
That was when I realized he was naked, meaning no clothes, meaning his dick was pressing against my stomach.
Oh, shit.
My dreaming brain was feeling particularly creative. I couldn’t see much as he moved to kissing my neck, but from the feel of it, he was huge. There was no way that was fitting inside of me.
As if responding to my thoughts, which I supposed he was, Thorne lowered himself until he knelt between my knees, surveying my body. The glow of his blue eyes intensified as he untied my robe and opened it, revealing everything underneath, where I was completely naked.
Another low groan rumbled in his throat. “You are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. I know you’ll be just as delicious.”
“Yes, you should find out,” I whined, opening my legs wider.
Apparently, dream-me was a complete hussy. I started to laugh at myself, but then he descended on my pussy, his hands gripping my ass to haul me up.
My second gasp was just as dramatic, and it melted into a moan. My toes curled as he licked into me, lapping up my arousal. His fingers dug in, showing me just how much he liked it.
I’d never really enjoyed a guy going down on me before. It was usually fine, but this was next-level mind-blowing. I had no idea what magic he was working with that tongue, but I was grabbing handfuls of leaves, thrashing, unable to handle the onslaught.
Dropping the crunching leaves between my fingers, I reached for his hair, tugging it roughly. He moved up to my clit, enthusiastically sucking at it.
“Holy shit!” I yelped. “Thorne!”
He never let up, and my body was winding so tight, my vision went white. A string of meaningless words melted into chanting his name. He loved that, his tongue working me, his teeth gently nipping, his fingers massaging.
How did anyone survive this? I was going to die from head.
He came up for air, and my wild eyes locked with his, my tits bouncing with my shuddering breaths. “You’re mine,” he growled.
“Shut up and finish the job,” I muttered.
“You’re my mate, and you’re going to come for me.” His growling words vibrated against my clit as he ducked his head and resumed his task.
My eyes squeezed shut, and I tried to relax so I could take it without losing my mind, but it was too much. Just when I thought my body was going to explode into a cloud of glitter, my orgasm hit.
Everything seized, my pussy squeezing over and over. A gush of wetness escaped me, and Thorne growled as it soaked his face.
My throat felt raw as I panted. I’d been screaming.
Sitting back, Thorne grinned at me. His face was dripping.
Groaning, I pushed up to sit. “What the absolute fuck was that?”
“Perfection.” Leaning forward, he cradled my jaw and kissed me. The taste of my cum on his tongue was strange. I’d forgotten this was a dream. It was so detailed and intense.
“I can’t wait to do this together when we’re awake. I’m going to make you scream my name over and over.”
Laughing, I wrinkled my nose at him. “You’re a cocky bastard. Maybe I’ll let you fuck me again in my dreams, but you’re not getting near me in real life. Now let's see if you can make me come with that monster cock before my alarm goes off.”
Thorne’s expression darkened. “There’s no avoiding our bond. You need me as much as I need you.”
“What?” I scowled. Was dream-Thorne really arguing with me? Fuck that! He was supposed to sex me up and be my ultimate fantasy. Why else was I dreaming of him?
Ignoring his obstinate expression, I reached for him. He jerked back.
“Autumn, this is real. I’m here with you.”
That had a sick dread welling up in my stomach, my veins turning to ice. Why would I make that up? It was so messed up.
This guy was really fucking with my head. If he started stalking me for real, I would have to file a restraining order. And Sawyer was going to lose his shit.
“Fine, then get lost. Disappear. Poof!” I snarled, scrambling to my feet and striding away from him.
I couldn’t help but glance back. Thorne was still on his knees, his open hands resting on his knees and the most forlorn, hopeless expression on that stupidly handsome face.
If I didn’t wake up soon, I’d turn around and go back to him. I wasn’t above begging. But that orgasm was good enough that I was feeling satisfied. Better than anything I could manage by myself. Maybe I needed to step up my game.
My alarm went off in the middle of my internal debate over orgasms.
Groaning, I flipped over and buried my face into my pillow. That was the best sex dream of my life, but it left me feeling uneasy.
“This is real. I’m here with you.” That was the worst thing my brain could have come up with in the middle of a sex dream. Thank goodness it wasn’t possible.
Rolling my eyes at my own ridiculousness, I crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom and shower. I needed to scrub the feel of his hands and mouth off my skin.