Dream Catcher (Woodland Creek)

“Kerri, honey?” My dick was painfully pressing against her, waiting patiently for whatever we did next.

“Warren, I think we need to move.” She struggled to sit up, but I kept her down on the sofa cushions.

“Move?”

Between breaths, she spoke. “You just made me come and we didn’t even get our clothes off. I’ve never…well, that’s just never happened to me before.”

“So I’m pretty good then.” She pinched me, forcing a growl from my lips.

“Don’t get all cocky on me. We need a bed in case you get wolf-crazy next.” She was laughing and I worried she thought I might hurt her. It was a sobering thought.

“I won’t hurt you, Kerri.” I raised myself up on my elbows, our bodies moving in sync, clothes still on. “I might growl, but only because I like what we’re doing and I’m trying to hold back and last longer. I want this to be good for both of us.”

“I believe you, Warren.” Her hands reached down to my hips, fingers looping in my jeans. “Take these off, please.” Her fingers searched for my belt, unbuckling it and pulling it awkwardly through the jeans.

“Only if you take yours off.” Releasing her, I got off the couch and gave her my hand to help her up.

“That can be arranged.” Once she was up, she ran for the bedroom and instinct had me chasing her inside, shutting the door behind me, leaving it unlocked.

“Get on the bed, beautiful.” Kerri leaned back and scooted up the bed until she was in the middle. We watched each other and I removed my shirt first, waiting for her to follow.

“I’m on the pill.” Startling me with her statement, she took her top off, dropping it over the side of the bed. Protection hadn’t crossed my mind and I was glad one of us was thinking.

“Obviously, I haven’t,” I told her and the little witch winked as she reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, raising the ante.

“I trust you, Warren.” I was glad somebody did and I slipped my sneakers off and reached for her boots, unzipping them slowly and letting them drop to the floor. Next we unbuttoned and unzipped our jeans, taking them off in one shot with our underwear.

She was a goddess bathed in moonlight and I told her exactly that. She opened her arms and beckoned me over her. Warm skin slid together, my arms braced around her, holding her close, and our rhythms matched as I pushed inside her. Grinding, pushing, our pace increased with our rapidly pulsing hearts.

“Oh, Warren!” Her fingers wrapped around the back of my neck, bringing me closer to her.

“That good?” I couldn’t imagine anything better than Kerri and hoped I was making it good for her.

“Better, the best.” Incoherently panting, Kerri bit my shoulder hard, leaving marks with her small human teeth. The wolf within me howled, pounding into her as she matched me stroke for stroke. I felt my release explode and a tension lift I didn’t know I was feeling.

Kerri Harper was a blessing I didn’t expect and I was savoring each second of our time together because I had no idea what the next day would bring.

* * * * * *

“So how many shifters are actually in Woodland Creek?” Kerri sat on a pile of pillows, a plate of food between us. I fed her from my fork and watched her lick the corner of her lip, teasing me.

“A bit of a loaded question these days,” I told Kerri honestly because not everyone’s secrets in Woodland Creek were mine to tell.

Chapter Fifteen

“You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.” Paulo Coelho

KERRI

“So what do you think of my Halloween costume, bitches?” Glancing up from my textbook and plate of French toast, I saw Reagan wearing a bunch of dark black feathers as wings with a plastic beak on her head. She pirouetted inside the diner, dumping her purse down on the table.

Jase began to rub his hands over his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. I wasn’t sure why he looked like he was torn between tears of joy or exasperation.

“Reagan, seriously? Poe?” Warren sat back, staring while Jase finally let out a howl, laughing.

“What?” She shrugged and a handful of feathers dusted from her shoulders to the black and white tiled floor as she plopped down in the seat next to me in the booth.

Jase had now doubled over with tears and barely got the words out. “Quote the r-raven, n-nevermore? S-subtle much?”