CYRUS
I stood under the shower, relishing the cold water as it hit my over-heated skin. I still hadn’t shaken off the remnants of my dream. I doubted that I could. I still didnt know how to react to seeing the human girl in my dream. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I had dreamt about a woman, not even my mother-who was long dead, by the way. I had never had a dream like that before. So vivid, so distracting and so bloody real I could almost feel her in my hands.
Then I had woken up to darkness and a cold, empty bed. Yeah, I definitely wished I had stayed a while longer in dreamland.
Involuntarily, parts of the dream began to slip into my mind and despite how hard I tried to push them back, they came anyway. And soon, they were swallowing me whole.
Her tiny hands had been roving my naked chest in a torturously slow movement. Her brown eyes shone as she witnessed my reaction. She liked having me beneath her. Liked having power over me. Liked it when I relinquished control. I was a dominant man to the core, had never even let the thought of playing submissive cross my mind. But with her, now that I thought about it, I would let her. Even the thought of it had my dick going hard as iron. From zero to ten in five seconds flat.
I groaned as I braced my right hand on the wall, my left hand moving downwards to grip my erection in hand. It throbbed painfully in my grip and I squeezed it hard. My eyes fell shut as my mind drifted back to the sinful dream, summoning the memories as I couldn’t have the real thing.
She had held my gaze unflinchingly as she lowered and her lips closed over my nipple. I shivered to recall it now, just as I had in the dream. Dazedly, I remembered that whenever I moved too much, she pinned me down by her hands. And the thought of her little hands, those small, delicate hands, holding me in place to stop me from moving so that she could do what she wanted with me had me stroking myself.
My hands moved faster as I thought about what I would do to her if it had been real. If it hadnt been just a dream and she was actually here with me. In my bed.
I would kiss her until her lips were swollen, kiss her all over her skin and hopefully leave hickeys somewhere that was visible so that whoever saw her would know that she was taken. Would know that she was marked.
I imagined her extending her neck, giving herself over to me to do as I pleased. She would surrender to me, and take everything that I had to offer. Lykaes were dominant by nature and that dominance extended to all parts of their lives. Work, hunt, and in bed. It was because of this same dominance that we could never turn down a challenge. While lykae were cunning and calculating by nature, sometimes the adrenaline of being challenged made us act before thinking. And most of the times, we paid.
Mine.
I didn’t know where that train of thought came from. Was it my Instinct? That wasn’t possible. It was probably me thinking it in the heat of the moment.
I stroked myself faster as I pictured myself going down on her, eating her out. Fuck. It would be such a life-changing experience, I bet. I imagined her nipples were pink. A light, tantalising shade of pink. I would suckle them until they became swollen, just like her lips. I wouldn’t leave any part of her body unmarked. With her consent, of course.
I could feel my release building and suddenly, an image of her holding my eyes as she sidled down on me filled my head. She would move seductively, taking her precious time to run her fingers down my stomach as she went, run her fingers through the little hairs that led to my cock. The vision continued. She took my cock in hand, licked her lips and then oh-so-slowly, wrapped her lips around me. Her pretty pink lips stretched around the rim of my cock as she watched me with liquid brown eyes filled with heat.
I came hard. Harder than I ever had in my entire life. So hard that I had to lean against he wall, placing my head against it as I caught my breath. I gulped, struggling to take in as much air as I could because all of a sudden, my lungs felt like they weren’t functioning anymore.
I had never come like that in my entire life. I didnt even know it was possible for an orgasm to make me feel like I was dying. Like it had sucked all the air right out of me.
Fuck.
What was happening to me?
Waking up in the middle of the night due to wet dreams of her was an entirely strange thing on its own. Having to go into the bathroom to take care of it while I conjured scenarios with her was another. I couldn’t believe that I had been reduced to jacking off to made up scenarios!
There was also the fact that I came buckets. Far more than I had ever come in my life. And it wasn’t even during sex. What the hell was I doing fantasising over a human anyway? I had no business with them. Had never entertained them more than a little conversation when it was needed. I never made it a habit. And I didnt plan on it.
Cursing, I pushed off the wall. This could go nowhere. Werewolves and humans did not mix. Sure we could mix in a crowd, but that was the only extent we went. I had no business thinking about one when there was no way a relationship with them could form. It wasn’t even possible. Our strengths on scale were so far apart.
Werewolves could lift trains. She looked like she could barely lift a bicycle.
Fuck. We were so different, it was almost laughable.
I wondered what my brothers-by brothers, I meant both my brother and my friends- back home would think when they found out that I had taken myself in hand, stroking myself to thoughts of a women. They would laugh at me and make jests of me that I was going insane.
They would think that I was crazy.
Hell, even I felt like I was. I was definetly losing my mind. There was no other explanation for he way I was behaving.
But even as I thought about y predicament-and fought it, I still couldn’t get the image of her out of my mind. Because hell, she was so fucking gorgeous and definitely every man’s wet dream. Apparently, werewolves were included too. Me to be precise.
It had never been a burden for me to satisfy myself back home. Women flocked to me. Sometimes, more than one was willing to entertain me for a night. I had never had to satisfy my needs myself. There was always someone available to do that for me. Which was why the fact that a human, whom I was just seeing for the first time was capable of doing that to me. With just her look. She hadn’t even spoken to me, other than the time she asked me what drink I was going to take. And yet she had me hooked.
With her big, beautiful brown eyes, soft apple cheeks, her short blond hair braided into two, her slim fingers when she passed my drink to me, her perky boobs and her ass-which I hadn’t been able to see because of my position and how close she stood to the bar but I could tell it was as spectacular as every other inch of her.
She was a walking goddess and was beautiful in the way loreans were. That was another thing that intrigued me. She wasn’t just beautiful. Not like the average human who you could look at, admire that they were beautiful, and then go about your day.
This girl gripped me, made me stop and stare even when I wanted to turn away. There was something magnetic about her. That called to me precisely.
Why had my Instinct told me to go into the bar anyway, that day?
Nothing had happened. In fact, the bar seemed completely peaceful. When I had waited and nothing had seemed to be happing, I thought maybe it was the fact that the girl had poured someones drink and the guy was going to cause a scene, but he didnt.
He had taken the whole thing quite well, to be honest.
So why had my Instinct told me to go in there in the first place?
Usually, I spoke to Marcus when I was troubled like this.
I walked out of the bathroom and into the hotel room to call him when I saw that my phone was already ringing.