"You are used to being in control. You'll get exactly what you want, love, but not yet."
If she was awake, she'd kick him. But right now he held the magic key and she'd just keep her mouth shut and her feet to herself. At least until she came. Then she'd let him have it, and not in a good way.
He reached for her breasts, and it was like a near-death experience when his fingers swept over her throbbing nipples. She arched her back, giving him access to the twin globes. And he took advantage, maneuvering his way over her body so that his mouth rested in her cleavage.
Without her having to ask him this time, his tongue snaked out and licked first one, then the other crest.
She whimpered. She never whimpered. But, oh, was his tongue heaven. Long and warm, he licked her, then covered one bud with his mouth, drawing the nub between his teeth and gently nibbling at her, sucking her nipple inside his mouth until it pressed between his tongue and the roof of his mouth.
A tight coiling began deep inside her pussy. Knowing this was a dream allowed her to free the magic ready to burst inside her. The wind blew through the room, papers flying everywhere. The fog that had settled around the bed like a wall dissipated, leaving in its wake a drenching downpour that did nothing to cool her heated flesh.
Quickly, he moved down her body as if he sensed her need. Finally.
She closed her eyes and let out a cry of delight when his tongue lapped over her swollen slit. His growls of pleasure only heightened the sensations spiraling through her. She reached for him, twining her fingers into his hair, not wanting him to move from that delicious spot he covered with his long, hot tongue.
He swept over her flesh, alternatively licking and lightly nibbling, then covered her throbbing clit with his mouth and sucked. That was all it took. The buildup to the crescendo that had threatened to crash down over her came now in full force with the gentle suction of his lips over her clit.
"Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes, like that! Oh, mon dieu, Max, I'm coming!"
She grasped the wrought-iron headboard behind her and shrieked. Her orgasm came in a torrent that sent the wind lashing through the room, the rain flowing sideways as she cried out her climax, her fluids drenching him more than the sudden storm. Her hips continued to rise and fall with the sensations coursing through her, and she fought for breath as she rode out the pleasure.
But before she had a chance to still the rapid beating of her heart, he flipped her over onto all fours, licking his way down her back.
And lower.
He moistened her anus with his fabulous tongue, and sparks of renewed desire shot through her. Oh, God, what was he doing to her? No one had ever touched her there, and definitely hadn't licked her there. The sensation was overpowering, so incredibly erotic she almost came again.
He moved against her, his cock slipping between her buttocks and rubbing the sensitive rosette.
She knew then what she wanted.
God help her, she wanted it, too. This was just a dream, right?
With a light nip of his teeth against her shoulder, he eased himself between the tight muscles of her anus, slipping gently inside her.
His cock was huge, filling her, expanding within her heated passage.
Pleasure like she'd never experienced before arced through her. Max clenched her hips and drove harder, embedding his cock fully inside her small channel.
She cried out at the exquisitely painful pleasure, moving her ass against him to tell him she wanted more.
He gave her more. Harder, deeper, until she was whimpering and completely out of control.
Reaching between her legs, she caressed her engorged clit, rubbing in frantic circles in time to his repeated thrusts.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" he asked, his voice hard, gritty and turning her on more than she thought possible. "You wanted to be a little naughty. You need a man who will tap into your darkest desires, Shannon. Tell me this is what you want."
"Yes," she cried, hating to admit he was right, but knowing he gave her exactly what she needed. "Harder!"
He complied eagerly, and she wished she could watch his face, wondering if he felt the same way she did.
Completely overwhelmed, and nearing the edge of reason.
"Fuck my ass, Max," she groaned, slipping two of her fingers into her drenched pussy, feeling the muscles of her vagina surround them. She felt his cock moving in and out of her ass, and fucked herself harder, faster, until blinding light and unbearable sensations caused her to shut her eyes tight.
She came in a torrent, screaming out his name and driving her fingers deeper into her spasming cunt. Max tensed, then howled as his seed filled her.
But it didn't end. She kept coming, bucking back to meet his renewed thrusts until her limbs would no longer support her.
Max kissed her back, her neck, licking and biting her lightly. She dropped to the bed, unable to move. A languid laziness came over her, and she relaxed completely.
Then a shrill scream resounded.
Shannon blinked her eyes open. The room was completely dry. The alarm clock buzzed in loud staccato bursts. Realizing she still had a death grip on the iron headboard, she released her hold, leaned over and shut off the alarm.
Dawn filtered through the partially opened drapes of her window.
The covers had been pushed to the end of the bed, and she was drenched in sweat. Her pussy still throbbed with the pleasurable aftereffects of her orgasms. At least that part had been real.
"Holy shit," she whispered, taking a quick glance around the room as if she fully expected to see Max, or a wolf, or some combination of both, crouched in a corner.
He wasn't there. Of course he wasn't there, because she had been dreaming.
A dream that had culminated in two blindsiding orgasms that still had her legs trembling and her pulse racing.
"Wow." She couldn't help the words of wonder that spilled from her lips. Never had a dream felt so real. Never had her orgasms felt so amazing. If that had been a dream, she wanted one like that every night. She rested her elbows on her knees and dropped her chin into her hands, pondering whether she'd actually be able to get out of bed.
No choice there. She had to get up and go to work.
After she showered and dressed, she went in search of coffee, desperate for the clarity the caffeine could provide. Entering the kitchen, she found Kaitlyn already dressed. Her sister poured a steaming cup and handed it to her, then grinned.
"I'd ask if it was good for you, but from what I heard it was."
If it was anyone but Kaitlyn, she'd blush from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. But she shared everything with her sister. "I had what could only be described as a seriously hot wet dream."
"Obviously. Because I've never known the sound of the alarm clock to make you howl with pleasure," Kaitlyn said with a wink. "Care to share?"
"It was weird," she said, savoring the crisp flavor of the strong brew.
"All dreams are weird. This one must have been one helluva humdinger."
"I'll say. Remember that wolf I told you I saw last night?"
"Uh huh."
"It was in my bedroom, on my bed."
Kaitlyn arched a raven brow. "You had sex with a wolf in your dream?"
"No, silly. Well, sort of. Not really, though."
"Oh, this should be good," Kaitlyn said, pulling a stool up to the breakfast bar and perching half-on, half-off. "Okay, I'm listening."
Shannon shrugged, realizing if she mentioned Max as part of her dream, there'd be no end to the matchmaking. "The wolf took on the form of a man. Kind of half man, half creature."
Kaitlyn leaned forward, clearly interested in the word man. "Anyone we know?"
"No."
"Was he hot?"
"Hell yes, he was hot. Hot and half wolf. Powerful, damn talented too, if you know what I mean."
"I know exactly what you mean. See? I've always told you that you watch too many horror films. Too much sex and violence."
/> Shannon laughed. "It wasn't like that. The wolf was really just a sexy man. With a very long tongue."
Kaitlyn's eyes widened. "Wish I had dreams like that."
Shannon wished she had them more often. Every night would be good. She felt more at ease this morning than she had in months. Nothing like a good orgasm to start the day right.
Now if only she could manage to look Max Devlin in the eye when she saw him this morning, without thinking of him as part wolf.
But ooh la la, that tongue! She doubted that visual would ever leave her mind.
Which meant facing Max was going to take some fortitude on her part. For more reasons than one.
Chapter Four
Something about Max Devlin bothered the hell out of Shannon.
Okay, maybe more than one thing.
Not only was he arrogant, evidenced by the fact they'd been arguing for two days about the public relations plan. But there were other annoyances, too.
Like how he stood too close to her, invading her personal space, making her feel...