Chapter Two
You haunted my dreams. A wolf with fur as dark as mine and rage burning so bright that your eyes were the color of molten lava, demanding I submit, beg and grovel at your feet. And I did, each time. I took your commands and swallowed my pride, so hot and full of lust that I didn’t care about anything but you, the wicked slap of your palm against my flesh and the relentless pounding of your cock into my aching pussy.
You came to me with such tenderness that your eyes were the color of oceans, ebbing and flowing, gentle waves caressing me until I melted. Your fur was a chestnut brown, thick and soft, perfect to nuzzle and get lost in. My ears knew the cadence of your growls, the soft whispers of your beast, the beating of your heart when you shifted to man and held me close, our limbs entwined, never to let go, making love in smooth motions that rocked me to climax again and again…then to sleep safely in your arms.
You came to me full of mischief, your eyes quicksilver and sharp, a curl on your lips that intrigued me and made me want to moan for only you. Your fur was brown like deep woods, coarse and wiry, made for the hunt. We ran and played, tackled and rolled. We twisted ourselves up in each other, skin to skin, hands to hearts, our breaths giant gusts filled with desire, our bodies slick with sweat. We fucked fast and furiously on the forest floor, screaming into the darkness around us as orgasms licked up our bodies and rocked our cores.
I knew in my soul that you were mine and I was yours, just as I knew we’d never met before and maybe never would.
My mother always said that every wolf had a mate, someone they were destined to mold to, drawn like a magnet to metal, fire to an accelerant, a bond so strong that there was no denying it. You were that wolf, coming to me in my dreams—your lips, at times, demanding, with brutal kisses that bruised my mouth. Your hands were all over me, trailing fire along my skin until I couldn’t keep the moans from slipping out, guttural and full of need. I felt the press of your weight against my body, melding into my curves, urging me to move with you, our rhythm synchronized.
You with your ever-changing eyes and cascading moods… You were the one.
I craved you in my blood and bones and the deepest part of my brain where my wolf howled constantly, demanding I find you, because I needed an ally, I needed release and I needed a home.
But you were a ghost without a name, without a face, always hiding in shadow and wisps of my imagination. You came to me every time I let sleep take me down, but if finding you was up to destiny or fate or whatever else that was out of my control, then I knew it would always be just a fantasy.
I’m not the kind of wolf that destiny favors—and fate, the fickle bitch, had never been my friend.