Page 14 of Found

She sighed in her sleep, shifting closer to my chest, her scent twining around me.

I exhaled slowly, eager for sleep.

For the dreams that would surely come.

I would chase her again.

And this time—I would catch her.

Because in this reality, I already had.

5 /EVERLY

I was drowningin heat and fur and pleasure.

The dream had started slow, teasing, lulling me into its grip like warm honey pooling in the sun. Now I floated in it, my senses heightened to every touch, every brush of his fur against my skin, every rumbling purr that vibrated from his massive chest into mine.

This wasn’t my first dream of Zehn, but it was the most vivid. The most real. I could smell him—that intoxicating mix of wild spice and something earthy that made my blood sing. My fingers twitched with the need to touch, to explore.

So I did.

He let me.

I ran my hands over the tawny suede of his belly, marveling at the texture—soft yet firm, the ridges of his abdominal muscles shifting under my touch. His chest was massive, a broad, muscled plane dusted with fine golden fur that felt like silk against my fingertips.

“This ...” I whispered, trailing my hands lower, feeling every defined ripple. “This is very unfair.”

He rumbled—a sound that was pure male amusement, vibrating through his ribs. “What is unfair, kitten?”

I flattened my palms against his stomach, reveling in the sheer size of him. “That you get to be this hot.”

The laugh that rumbled from him was wicked, his fangs glinting as he grinned up at me. His eyes—liquid gold with vertical pupils—tracked my every movement with predatory focus, though he remained still beneath my exploring hands.

I had never been petite—at 5’7”, I’d always been tall and strong, solid enough that no one had ever called me delicate.

But compared to him?

I was tiny.

Even in this so-called “base form,” he was still a beast of a man, his golden-striped body sprawled beneath me, nearly seven feet of muscle and sin and purring arrogance.

“The larger form you saw before is my battle form,” he murmured, his massive hands spanning my hips, thumbs brushing the dip of my waist. “This is my true form.”

I smirked, dragging my nails lightly over his chest, watching his abdominal muscles tense in response.

“This is still really big.”

His tail wrapped around my waist, tight and possessive, pulling me flush against him as he arched his hips upward, grinding his cock against me in a way that made my breath catch.

I swallowed hard.

Yup.

Definitely really big.

I shifted, straddling him, the thick, silken heat of him nudging at my entrance, teasing, tempting. I was already slick, ready, my body knowing what it wanted even as my mind still struggled to process the reality of him.

His golden eyes burned, watching me, letting me take control.

---