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.
