Hearing her name coming from the lips of that cold wolf, who always kept his distance from her, but almost breathless and with an excited tone, made Sara’s whole body tremble and a marked blush covered her cheeks, spreading down her neck.
What the hell?
She was used to the always cold Siran, not this wolf who could have a deep voice and make her heart pound. She wondered what he would be like in sex, if his eyes would sparkle, if his fangs would lengthen if his strong bare chest would rise and fall, wet and shiny with sweat. She was a virgin wolf, but she had fantasized about Siran so many times over the past few years that to collide with the truth was extremely shocking.
She felt him stir a little and opened her mouth to let out a slight moan.
Sara raised herself up on her elbow and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Her orbs were beginning to turn very golden with arousal at the surface of her skin. She couldn’t help it, the wolf was exuding pheromones filling the room.
She didn’t know if he was aware that she was together with him, but that he was dreaming about her was a fact. And that he was reacting that way couldn’t mean anything else. She smiled contentedly as she finally received some attention from the wolf she swore would be the father of her pups.
He didn’t want to touch it yet, he only deigned to admire it. The broad chest rose and fell excitedly and, as she had imagined, slightly moist. Slowly, he brought his finger up and touched over the skin of one of the pecs, without pressure and then brought it back to his mouth feeling the salty taste on his taste buds. Between that and the smell of the wolf she could swear she was completely wet. And apparently the beta could smell it because his nose flaps were twitching.
He continued to lower his gaze until it moved down her beautiful, hard abs, until it stopped on the bulge that bulged and bulged under the fabric. Sara swallowed dryly.
She wouldn’t lie, she had seen Siran naked several times, they were wolves, it was a normal thing, but that thing that was noticeable there was much bigger than she remembered. Hades had given her warnings and taught her about wolf breeding methods in between classes in the pack, as well as who she should bond with so she wouldn’t make mistakes. He was very protective of her, especially when she was more of a puppy, only with Siran had he not hindered.
She carefully ran her fingers over the cloth where the wolf’s member was and found it warm. She had to admit that she was a bold wolf, even though Hades always tried to correct her to no avail, but this time she felt really shy. Curious, but shy.
Siran moaned again and she was startled. His face contorted into a grimace of pleasure and she… she… wanted to help him. He was already thinking about his person, her giving him a hand wouldn’t make a difference would it?
And although she felt some embarrassment at what she was about to do, her excitement was greater. She had fallen in love at first sight with her alpha’s beta as soon as she had seen him and to be able to touch him like this was like a miracle.
So, very carefully and moving as little as possible, she slipped one leg over his thighs and sat down trying to put as little weight on it as possible. The still covered erection remained in front of her. She waited a few seconds to check the wolf’s reaction, however, he only seemed to continue in his erotic dream.
Sara smiled and brought one hand forward and rested it on the erection. Her whole palm encompassed just a part of it and she felt it throbbing between her fingers. She shuddered at the touch even though it was not to his body. She had never imagined this was so erotic.
-Sa… sa… sa… -the slight murmurs came out of the beta’s mouth, stimulating her, even more, if possible.
The she-wolf, now more confident, began to move her hand up and down the wolf’s erection, creating a gentle, erotic friction that made the wolf’s abdomen contract. And so he kept up the steady motion, delighting in the high-pitched moans and grunts of sleeping Siran. The way the erection throbbed hard announcing that he was about to cum.
And she felt it. Startled, she lowered her head and found that under her palm something was beginning to swell. Perhaps that was the knot. Her mouth wanted to open. Hades had explained to her what the knot was and its importance in fertilization during estrus, including stimulation for both parties. But she had never felt or seen one, so it was something new to her.
Was Siran knotting her in her dream?
The thought made her shudder and tighten her grip on his erection, until the fabric began to moisten until it was almost transparent with spurts of semen. A knotty, masculine orgasm.
Sara was only fascinated and more so by the wolf’s contorted face of pleasure, as the veins in her throat tightened and the long, glistening fangs battered her lower lip. The she-wolf could only fall more in love with this image. The pheromones became so thick that they made her moan shudder and believe that she too had reached the cusp untouched, with nothing more than sight and smell.
God and how good it had been.
But the excitement didn’t last long.
The wolf’s eyes suddenly opened, totally golden, absent of irises, glittering above the darkness. And the frown began to pucker painfully.
The pheromones in the room that had once excited her now suffocated her so much that she could barely breathe and she began to tremble with fear What the hell?
-What are you doing here? -The wolf’s voice was so deep and loud that the walls shook.
Reflexively and terrified by the change and the image of Siran brutally upset, Sara jumped backwards feeling her legs give way under her weight and she fell breech on the ground. She whimpered, but apparently that sound only further alerted the wolf.
Sara didn’t think it would end like this. She could only watch as a wolfish shadow joined her, baring its fangs and ruffling the fur on her back, and lunged at her. Sara barely had time to turn around to run out of the room feeling his claws scratch her arm as she dodged it, before she went out the door and closed it.
He ran, he ran so fast and with his heart pounding. Worst of all, the tears running down her cheeks after the events.
I did not understand.
I didn’t really understand what was going on.
First, she found him dreaming about her, and the next second she wanted to rip his head off. He wanted to kill her.
She sobbed loudly.
He thought for Siran he was someone to be reckoned with, at least he had shown that now, but, apparently, meeting reality had been quite a shock for him. After all, dreams are just dreams.
And for Siran to love her as she wanted him to was just that… a mere dream with no future.