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.
