Chapter 12
KIERA
Kiera dreamed she was warm.
Not just warm, actually—she was wrapped in heat, held in it, surrounded by it as though she had been gathered into the embrace of some great, living fire.
It wasn’t the dry, artificial warmth of the heater in her home-dome or even the thick, comforting heat of her coverlet.
It was deeper than that…richer. It had weight and breath and a heartbeat.
Arms were around her. Big arms. Strong arms.
Fur—covered arms.
In the dream, that didn’t seem strange at all–it was nice…comforting.
She made a soft little sound and snuggled back against the body behind her, sighing as she felt the broad, hard line of a masculine chest at her back and the delicious brush of thick fur against her bare skin.
The fur was soft, but not too soft—there was a roughness to it too–a wild masculine texture that made her shiver and want to rub against it more.
“Mmm,” she murmured sleepily, and whoever was holding her tightened his embrace.
He was huge.
That was her first clear thought in the dream—the man behind her was enormous.
Bigger than any human man had a right to be.
Bigger than Jerome had been, certainly, and broader too.
His body felt as powerful and solid as a wall–all thick muscle and heat and fur and strength.
She ought to have been frightened, she supposed.
Instead, she felt safe…safer than she ever had in her life.
A large hand—human shaped, though covered in short, dense fur—slid slowly up her side. The claws at the tips of the fingers were blunt, not sharp, and they barely scratched over the thin cotton of her oversized t—shirt. The sensation made her breath catch in her throat.
“Ohh…” she moaned softly, though she wasn’t sure if she was protesting or inviting more.
The hand cupped her waist possessively and then moved higher, broad palm spreading over her ribs, fingers splaying just under the heavy weight of one breast.
Kiera gasped and arched back instinctively, pressing herself more firmly against the huge, furred male body behind her.
At once she felt the answer to her movement–he was hard. Very hard.
And very, very big.
Heat flooded her from head to toe. In the dream, she knew without knowing how that the male behind her wasn’t entirely human.
He was a man, yes—but something more too.
Something wild…something primal…something that smelled like cedar and spice and fur and male musk so thick and intoxicating it seemed to fill her lungs with every breath.
The scent was so good it made her dizzy…and needy.
A low rumble sounded behind her—a growl, maybe, but not a threatening one. It was deep and pleased and almost affectionate, and somehow she knew he was happy she was pressing against him like this. Happy she was letting him hold her.
His mouth found the back of her neck but the lips she felt weren’t strictly human.
A hot, velvet—soft muzzle was brushing her skin, huffing warm breath against the sensitive place just below her ear. Then a rough tongue licked slowly up the side of her throat and Kiera shivered all over, making a helpless little sound in the back of her throat.
“Oh God…”
The huge male made that pleased, rumbling sound again.
His hand moved from her ribs to cup her breast fully now, kneading the soft flesh through the shirt she wore, his thumb brushing over her nipple until it tightened into a hard, aching peak.
Kiera whimpered and ground back against the thick cock pressing at the cleft of her thighs.
He was so hard…so thick. It felt like there ought to be no way she could possibly take him. And yet in the dream she wanted to–desperately.
She wanted him inside her. Wanted him filling her…wanted him mounting her and claiming her and making her his–stretching her pussy with that thick cock she could feel nudging her thighs.
The thought should have shocked her–instead it made her nipples so tight they ached…made liquid heat pool between her legs.
“Please, oh, please,” she heard herself gasp, though she didn’t know exactly what she was begging for.
The hand on her breast stilled and for a moment everything seemed to go quiet except for the pounding of her heart.
Then the furred male behind her shifted and she felt him push the oversized shirt she was wearing slowly up her thighs, baring her inch by inch. Cool air kissed her skin, followed by the hot glide of one massive hand over her hip and down between her legs.
Kiera moaned aloud as blunt claws traced the insides of her thighs, opening her gently but inexorably. She could feel how wet she was—already soaked and aching and ready—and the realization made her burn with embarrassment and excitement all at once.
He knew. The male behind her knew exactly what he was doing to her.
A thick, furred finger slid through her slick inner folds and found her aching clit.
Kiera cried out and jerked in his arms, but he only held her tighter, his broad chest at her back, his strong arm around her waist trapping her against him as he began to stroke her in slow, deliberate circles.
“Oh God—oh, that feels so…so…”
But she couldn’t finish the sentence–the pleasure was too much.
Every movement of his talented fingers made her tremble harder. His fingers were like velvet against her sensitive flesh and his touch was firm and unhurried, as though he knew her body already. As though he knew exactly how to make her come apart.
The mouth at her throat nuzzled lower, pressing into the crook of her neck and shoulder as he scented her. She could feel him breathing her in, drawing in her scent the way a starving man might inhale a feast.
The intimacy of it made her throb even harder. He wanted her as much as she wanted him–more, even.
Mine, a deep voice seemed to murmur in her ear. All mine, my beautiful mate.
Or perhaps it was only the dream itself speaking–either way, the word wrapped around her like velvet, making her warm…making her want even more.
The big, warm hand left her clit for a moment, and she whimpered in protest—but only for a second–because then thick fingers parted her more fully and slid into her wet heat, deep in her pussy.
Kiera gasped, her whole body arching–he was so big. Even just his fingers felt thick and invasive and wonderful–stretching her slowly as he pumped into her with maddening patience. The heel of his palm brushed her clit every time he moved, making stars explode behind her closed eyelids.
She could feel the hard length of him still pressing between her thighs…could feel him shifting impatiently behind her, his breath turning rougher, his growl deeper.
He wanted in…she knew he wanted in.
And some wild, aching part of her wanted it too.
“Please,” she whispered again, more urgently this time. “Please, I want you…I need you in me…”
The fingers curled inside her, finding some hidden spot that made her cry out and clamp down helplessly around him.
“Oh, God!” she gasped.
For a moment, the dream seemed to shiver and blur around the edges But then his arm tightened around her, and his muzzle pressed harder to the side of her throat.
And the deep voice—closer now, rougher, almost desperate—seemed to whisper against her skin.
“Mate,” he growled softly. “My mate. Going to fill your sweet little pussy and ass with my shafts…going to slide my knot deep inside you and let it swell to tie us together…going to Bond you to me forever, my beautiful mate…”
The hot, dirty words in her ear and the feeling of his fingers rubbing and thrusting inside her was too much. Kiera came with a startled cry, pleasure crashing through her in hot, liquid waves so intense it felt as though the whole bed had fallen away beneath her.
She was dimly aware of twisting in the embrace of the huge, furred male…of clutching at the arm around her…of pressing back against all that delicious heat and hardness as she shuddered and gasped her way through her orgasm…
And then she woke up with a gasp.
Kiera blinked and looked around. She was in her own bed, in her own room, with darkness all around her and the thick coverlet tangled around her legs.
Her heart was pounding and her whole body was flushed and damp…and between her thighs, she was throbbing with need.
For a moment she lay there panting, dazed and confused, trying to get her bearings.
What a dream.
Slowly, she became aware of the weight pressed warmly against her back, but it wasn’t a man or a half—human/half—animal man like the one she’d felt in her dreams. It was just Buck.
The huge wolf was still curled behind her, half under the covers, his big furry body radiating heat. One massive paw was draped over her hip as though he’d pulled her close in the night, and his muzzle was pressed against the back of her neck.
Kiera’s eyes flew wide with realization–no wonder she’d had such a crazy dream.
She could still smell him—cedar and fur and masculine spice—and feel the warmth of him against her, hard and protective and strangely comforting. Her pulse kicked again, and she swallowed hard, suddenly, acutely aware of the way her own body had melted against his in her sleep.
“Oh boy,” she whispered faintly into the darkness. “What’s wrong with me?”
She would have thought she needed to take care of her urges before going to bed but she had–she’d let the pleasure blooms give her a really good, satisfying orgasm.
So why had her sleeping mind decided to turn her new pet into a sentient male who wanted to pleasure her? The whole thing was so weird–so strange she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
Buck made a sleepy little whuff against the back of her neck and tightened his paw on her hip—just slightly, just enough to make her breath catch.
Kiera frowned–should she push him away? Make him sleep on the floor again?
But it wasn’t his fault she’d had a weird dream.
Maybe I’m just lonely, she thought with a sigh. After all, she hardly ever saw anyone except for her neighbor, Higgs, and after that one disastrous date, she’d been avoiding him like the plague. She did have occasional excursions with Iyanna to get new animals, but those were pretty rare.
She lay still, staring into the darkness, her cheeks burning as she thought about the dream. Maybe it was time to try and meet someone…though how she was going to manage it, she didn’t know.
She lay still in the darkness, her heart gradually beginning to slow as the heat from her strange dream started to ebb. She was trying to sleep but the dream wouldn’t leave her.
But that’s all it was–just a dream, she told herself firmly. A crazy, too—vivid dream brought on by having a huge, warm, furry body pressed up against her in bed. That was all–nothing more.
Still, she couldn’t deny that it had felt astonishingly real.
She could still feel the phantom brush of furred arms around her…could still remember the deep, rumbling voice whispering in her ear and the hot, rough tongue licking at her throat. She was still tingling all over—especially between her legs—and that was more than a little embarrassing.
Buck shifted behind her and let out a soft, sleepy whuff. One big paw was still resting possessively on her hip, and she had a sudden, absurd thought that if she turned over, she would find not a wolf at all but a huge, furry man with golden eyes and a wicked mouth.
Get a grip, girl, she scolded herself silently. You’re losing it, Kiera.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to relax.
Buck was just a wolf. A very large, very smart, very strange alien wolf, perhaps, but still just an animal.
He was warm and comforting and he smelled ridiculously good, but that didn’t mean she ought to be having erotic dreams about furry men in the middle of the night.
She sighed and let herself sink back into the soft support of the living mattress. At last, she finally drifted off again…
And that was when a loud pounding shook the front door of her home-dome.