With Everything I Am (The Three #2)(8)

But always, one of those times was around Christmas.

“Hello puppy,” she whispered in her dream.

He sat, so huge was her puppy and he appeared somehow regal.

She grinned at him.

He watched her.

“Is my handsome wolf coming tonight?” she asked.

Her “handsome wolf” had started coming later, years later, when she was in her late teens.

He was an entirely different kind of dream.

She hated to admit it because she loved her puppy, but she liked those dreams even better.

Her puppy growled.

Sonia blinked, slowly, dreamily.

When her eyes opened, her handsome wolf was there, she felt him.

The covers slid down her body, she turned, looked up and saw him.

God, he was handsome.

And he was huge.

His na**d body slid in bed beside her, mostly on her, and she took his warmth and his immense weight gladly.

She looked in his clear, blue eyes.

“Hi,” she breathed.

He smiled.

God, he had a great smile.

Her arm wrapped around him as her other hand went up, as it always did, to touch his beautiful face. Her fingertips in his thick hair, her thumb glided along his dark eyebrow then down, over this sharp cheekbone then down, along his full bottom lip.

She watched, fascinated (no matter how many times she saw it) as the tawny spikes shot out of his pupils and the normal sky blue color of his irises was forced out and the warm, glittering, deliciously hungry tiger’s eye took over.

She lifted her head from the pillow and placed her mouth against his. “Where have you been, my handsome wolf?”

His tongue glided along her lower lip.

Sonia shivered and opened her legs so his h*ps could fall through.

This was, mostly, an invitation.

It was also so she could wrap him lovingly, protectively in her limbs.

She heard him growl as she felt it against her mouth.

She shivered again.

Then, his deep voice rough with approval, he said, “Always in heat, my little one.”

“Only for you,” she whispered, her breath catching, her heart racing, her skin warming.

She didn’t need him to touch her, kiss her, anything.

He just needed to be near and she was ready for him.

“What do you want?” his voice rumbled, his h*ps pressing. She could feel the promise of him and she could… not… wait.

“You, inside me,” she answered.

“Just like that?” he teased.

“You’ve been gone a while,” she told him and arched her back. “I missed you.”

She watched close up as his face gentled before he murmured, “Baby doll.”

She loved it when he referred to her as “little one” because, at five foot nine (and three quarters) she was far from little.

But she loved it even better when he called her “baby doll”.

She pressed her lips against his, tightened her limbs around his body, lifted her h*ps into his, dug her nails into the muscles of his back and begged, “Please, my handsome wolf, f**k –”

She didn’t finish, his h*ps reared back, her breath caught in thrilling anticipation and she waited for his invasion.

* * * * *

Sonia’s eyes opened.

“Damn!” she snapped softly into the night.

Always, right before the good stuff happened, she’d wake up.

And always, when she woke up, she was hot and bothered.

Immensely so.

Frustratingly so.

Unless she did something about it, which she always did.

She turned to her nightstand, took out her toy, touched the button and slid it between her legs.

Her neck arched, her body tightened and not long later, her mind filled with visions of her handsome wolf, she made herself come.

It was nowhere near as good as her dream even as frustratingly short as her dream always was.

But it was all she was going to get.

Her “puppy” was dead and her “handsome wolf” didn’t exist in the real world (alas) so her toy was all she had.

For some reason that night this upset her more than it usually did.

She put her toy away, got out of bed and padded to her window seat to look out into the dark.

“I need a dog,” she told the window.

And she did. She’d always wanted one, even as a child. Her father had actually bought her one that last Christmas and he and her mother were on their way to pick it up when they got into the accident. But after they’d been killed, Gregor, not wanting the animal in his home, had given the dog away.

A dog wouldn’t think she was weird because she could see better, hear better, smell better and sense things. A dog wouldn’t care just as long as she fed it, pet it and threw a Frisbee for it.

“That’s it,” she told the window, “I’m getting a –”

She stopped, her body froze but her head jerked around to look toward the door.

Someone was in her house.

She jumped up and ran to the bedside table, yanking her phone from its cradle.

She’d pressed the nine and the one before they were on her.

This stunned her.

When she’d sensed them, they’d only just breached the door and her alarm didn’t go off. She knew no one who could move that fast and that silently while at the same time disabling an alarm.