“When?” Cole asked.
“In my dream, until I wasn’t,” I explained.
“You’ve been suppressing the shift for so long that it has to have been impacting you physically and mentally. Dreams are how we process difficult events and emotions. I think the suppression may be what’s prevented you from learning to control your more base instincts, like the production of pheromones,” she told me.
“It’s your pheromones that start mine,” I argued.
She hummed, amused.
“How can you be so sure? You don’t even know when you’re driving me crazy,” she said, the breath of her words landing softly against my neck.
I relaxed my shoulder, allowing more of my neck to be accessible.
“Puppy,” she said in a warning tone, her breath causing the hair at the nape of my neck to stand to attention and sending a shiver down my spine and straight to my pussy.
“You breathed on me,” I complained.
“So, you offer your neck?” she asked, speaking against the back of my neck. I felt the slightest press of teeth.
And dampness formed between my legs in response.
Cole growled softly against my skin.
I squirmed at the pleasant vibration.
“Alpha,” I said softly, liking how it felt in that moment, the way Cole responded by pressing her front more firmly against my back. I needed to feel her closer. “I don’t want this between us,” I said, and began trying to get out from under the duvet.
Cole stopped me.
“Wait,” she instructed and then she was under the duvet beside me, her arms wrapping around me, pulling my back against her. Her bare legs, tangled with mine. Her nose pressed against my head. “It’s too cold,” she said in explanation.
Her hand at my stomach pushed under and up, splaying against my navel. I wrapped my arm over hers, holding her hand in place. I stilled, in equal measures excited and scared when her other hand cupped and squeezed one of my breasts.
My nipple was instantly hard.
My breathing became deeper.
Her thumb flicked my nipple over the thin fabric of the tank top I wore to bed.
“Cole,” I said breathily.
“Yeah?” she asked casually against the skin of my neck and then took my flesh between her teeth.
I moaned deeply, surprising myself with the sound, with how I stretched out and offered more of my neck.
She pinched my nipple between her thumb and forefinger, released my neck, and kissed where she had bitten.
Her hand on my stomach shifted position, angling downward and dipping her fingertips just below the waistband of my shorts and then panties.
“Show me how you like to be touched,” she instructed.
I gripped her wrist and pushed her hand further down.
She cupped my pussy, and I turned my head, whining into the pillow, my hips pressed forward.
“You’re so wet,” she said, and prodded, dipping her fingers between my folds, nudging my clit, teasing my entrance. “You’re actually gushing. Is this all for me?” she asked.
“Yes,” I answered, muffled against the pillow, trying to grind against her, trying to make her give me more.
