Wild and Free(46)

Callum was there, not King Callum, her handsome wolf. He was leaned over, hands in the bed on either side of her. She knew this Callum was hers because his beautiful face in the twinkling lights showed a mixture of tenderness and desire, a look he’d given her many times before.

“There you are,” she whispered, her hand drifting to his sinewy forearm, finding his skin cold under her light touch.

“Sonia,” he murmured.

Still closer to asleep than awake, she shifted the covers off her body and invited, “Let’s get you warm.”

Her eyes drifted closed again as he hesitated then she felt him move into the bed. She fell to her back as he put a knee to her opposite side, shifted over her body and settled mostly along her length, flicking the covers back over them when he was done.

She turned into him, wrapping her arms around him and hooking her thigh over his hip.

“You’re so cold,” she muttered, snuggling into his body which was so cool it felt almost moist.

“Sonia.”

She nuzzled closer, seduced at the same time calmed by that beautiful aroma and she muttered a drowsy, “Mm?”

His arms slid around her as he said, “Baby doll, I’m not your dream.”

Sonia didn’t answer because that was silly.

This was her dream. Even if it was in the cabin, it started with her puppy visiting her, always.

She burrowed deeper into his big body.

“Honey,” he called as she drifted back to sleep. “I want to make sure you know we’re not in one of your dreams.”

“Yes we are,” she told him. Sleep overcoming her, she finished on a whispered sigh, “My puppy always brings you to me.”

She was nearly asleep so didn’t register his body tightening.

One of her hands drifted up his back to rest between his shoulder blades. The other glided down to rest on his tight behind.

“I’m glad I’m still going to have my dreams,” she muttered as she pulled his hard hips to hers just as she fitted her soft ones to his.

She was skating on the edge of dreamland when she felt his body shaking and his deep voice filled with amusement murmuring, “I’m glad too.”





She slipped over the edge into sleep.

* * * * *

Sonia woke up in Callum’s arms, hers around him, her thigh hooked on his hip.

Taking in her position, the soft bed, the cocoon of warmth they made, his hard frame, her entire body melted.

“Morning, little one.”

Her head slowly tipped back and she looked into his sky blue eyes.

He was very awake and, for some reason, smiling at her.

“Morning,” she mumbled, immediately lost in the clear blue of his smiling eyes.

Then her gaze drifted down and she got lost in the beauty of his smiling lips framed by his dark, thick whiskers.

Those lips moved. “This isn’t a dream, baby doll.”

The residue of sleep vaporized, reality intruded and her eyes snapped back to his.

“I know that,” she lied.

“You didn’t last night,” he replied.

Sonia stared. Then the events of the night before came to her.

Holy cow!

“Um…” she began, her thoughts awhirl but she stopped speaking when he rolled into her, mostly on top of her, his thigh now between hers and her thoughts focused on one thing. “Callum –” she started to protest.

He cut her off, saying casually but with a smile in his voice, “I’m curious about these dreams.”

Her eyes went wide before she could control her reaction and the smile in his voice hit his lips.

“You see, twice you thought you were in one and twice, when you thought you were, you came onto me,” he informed her.

Oh good goodness.

She decided instantly that she didn’t want to dream of him anymore. Never again. It was too confusing and it was going to get her into trouble.

She tried to slide away.

He rolled over her so he was now totally on top of her but he put his forearms into the bed beside her to take off some of his considerable weight.

Even so, he was close, his body covering hers. She could feel the hair on his chest grazing her nightgown.

Her breath started getting heavy as the realization dawned that maybe her dreams weren’t going to get her into trouble.

They might already have.

To her mortification, he went on as if he was musing, “The first time you came on strong.” His face came close but veered to her side. He didn’t rub his temple along hers. Instead, he brushed her earlobe with his nose. “And I liked it a lot,” he murmured in her ear.

“Callum –” she began.

He interrupted her again, his head lifting, the tawny spikes slowly invading the blue of his eyes. “The second time, you were sleepy and sweet.” His mouth descended and, against her lips, he declared, “I liked that too.” Sonia watched close up as his eyes turned fully golden. “A lot,” he finished.