Dreams
Callum walked as wolf into the room he shared with Sonia.
The fire was ebbing but it still danced light throughout the room.
Her eyes fluttered then opened, she spied him and whispered, “Hello Puppy.”
He sat by the bed watching her.
She grinned at him.
He continued watching her.
“Is my handsome wolf coming tonight?” she asked.
Callum growled, knowing he would be coming and she would be coming too, as hard as he could force her to do so.
Sonia blinked, slowly, dreamily knowing herself that his thoughts would come true.
Her eyes drifted closed but her hand fell out as if reaching toward him.
He moved forward, slid his muzzle along her fingers and in her sleep she smoothed her hand against him lovingly.
Tired of this type of affection and wanting a different kind, Callum turned from her and leapt to man.
As he approached the bed, her eyes fluttered open and focused on him.
Without a word, he slid the covers from her beautiful, naked body and without hesitation, he covered that body with his own.
He pulled the hides back over them.
“Hi,” she breathed.
Callum stared at her.
God, he loved her.
And he loved the fact that she loved him too.
And he loved the fact that she could express the enormity of that love in one, two letter word.
Therefore, he smiled.
Her arm wrapped around him as her other hand went up to touch his face. Her fingertips in his hair, her thumb glided along his brow then down over this cheekbone then down again along his bottom lip.
She watched her thumb and she did this as if fascinated.
Callum waited as she did this, also loving the feel of her memorizing his features like she did every time he came to her after he roamed.
However, he thought, as she did it, he should be memorizing hers for she would be gone from this earth long before he would.
She lifted her head from the pillow and placed her mouth against his, taking him from his thoughts. “Where have you been, my handsome wolf?”
Instead of answering, he glided his tongue along her lower lip.
Sonia shivered and opened her legs so his hips could fall through.
An invitation.
As ever, his greedy, little queen wanted his cock.
Then she wrapped him lovingly, protectively, in her limbs. As ever, her movements were an eloquent indication of her adoration of more than his cock, of all that was him.
At the reminder of this, Callum growled against her mouth.
She shivered again underneath him.
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, all without anything but his presence.
“What do you want?” he asked low, his hips pressing into hers, knowing, when he buried himself inside her, she’d be wet, slick, ready for him.
“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.”
He felt his face gentle.
He knew she missed it when he was gone even if it was a minute but especially when it was hours while he roamed.
He knew it because he missed her just the same.
He knew he shouldn’t do it. He had so little time with her and he’d wish this time back when she was gone.
But he was wolf, he needed to roam.
Understanding her yearning for him in a way he was glad she’d never know just as he detested the fact that he carried that same yearning every moment and would hold onto it for eternity, he murmured softly, “Baby doll.”
She was done talking. He knew this too as she pressed her lips against his, tightened her limbs around his body, lifted her hips into his, dug her nails into the muscles of his back, and begged, “Please, my handsome wolf, fuck –”
He didn’t let her finish. He was done talking too.
His hips reared back, he heard her breath catch and he prepared to invade.
* * * * *
Sonia lay with her head on his shoulder, her fingers sifting lazily through the hair on his chest.
He loved it when she did that.
“You okay, little one?” His voice was still gruff from his orgasm and from other things besides.
He asked because he’d taken her hard, as usual, and she’d loved it, as usual.
But he didn’t want her to ache.
“Mm,” she murmured, her fingers tensing to drag her nails along his chest and her legs shifted against his, tangling with them, her body pressing closer, entwining with his.
Callum smiled.
She was okay.
She did this now, entwining her body with his, getting closer.
She did it often, now that she understood.
Now that she understood everything.
He thought he’d miss her before when she was gone.
Now these times were exquisite torture.