Page 62 of Rabid
I know it’s a dream because my wolf and I are sprinting side by side through a meadow of knee-high grass that’s soft as silk and smells like lavender. There are wildflowers in all kinds of colors sprinkled throughout the meadow around us, and it feels like we could run forever in this perfect place, without our body getting tired, or ever tiring of our surroundings.
Laughter overflows out of me, and my wolf turns her happy face to mine, tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth in a wolfish grin that makes my soul soar. We’re so free and happy, and just as I think it can’t get any better, I feelhim. The smell of amber, cashmere, and cedar inundate me, and I lose myself on their current as Tyran’s hands circle my waist from behind, pulling us to a stop.
I’m naked, just like I always seem to be since my Flux. But as rough palms move up my torso, Tyran’s fingertips teasing the undersides of my breasts, I could care less that I spend more time out of clothes than I do in them. I arch my back as he grips my heavy, full breasts, pushing my ass against his already hard cock. He groans and nips at my neck, and I lift an arm and wrap it behind me, threading my fingers through the thick dark brown waves at the back of his head.
Tyran’s lips drop to the claiming bite on my right shoulder, while he pinches my nipple between his fingers. His other hand drops lower and lower down my stomach until he’s spreading my folds and running his digits through my wetness.
“Fuck, you’re so ready for me, Vicious,” he purrs in my ear, and I moan in agreement, rolling my hips against the hand, while also teasing the erection pressed against my ass.
The meadow around me starts to blur, the images growing fuzzier and less sharp, as though we’re surrounded by a watercolor of blue skies, tall grass, and flowers, instead of a real place. I watch as colors bleed into one another, melting and mixing, just like the desire pooling between my legs that’s coating Tyran’s fingers.
He pulls me back tight against his chest, one breast held firmly in his grip, while he slips two fingers inside of me. I rest my head on his shoulder, reveling in the way he plays my body. Fingers slip in and out of me, the palm of his hand rhythmically pressing against my clit, and Tyran’s needy pants in my ear have me on the cusp of exploding.
I moan and mewl as he licks up my neck and starts murmuring dark and dirty things that make me even more wanton and wet. “You ready for me to fuck this pussy, my mate?” he asks, his voice deep and husky, riding the edge of his own hunger and need. “Want me to bend you over and bury myself deep inside? Or maybe I should flip you and let you choke on my cock while I mouth fuck your cunt until you squirt all over me.”
Slick with my ardor and want, his fingers pull out and skim back between the cheeks of my ass. Tyran groans as he spreads my wetness there, circling my asshole slowly while he pinches my other nipple between his fingers and sucks on my shoulder.
“Are you ready for me to take you here, Vicious?” he rasps, pressing ever so slightly and making me whimper with need. He applies pressure but doesn’t push past the ring of muscles fighting against the press of his finger. “Should I get you ready?” His hand drops from my breast and moves down to circle my clit instead.
I grab onto his neck from behind and arch, giving him all the access I can as one hand rubs my clit and the other steals more from my wet folds and redirects the liquid desire back to my ass. I’ve never been played withthere, but the way Tyran is softly pushing and teasing, circling and lubricating, it’s a whole new flood of sensations that I can’t seem to get enough of.
“Tyran.” His fingers start to move faster around my clit. “Tyran, please,” I plead, my body on the cusp of an intense orgasm but still desperate for more.
“Bend over for me, Seneca,” he orders, his gruff tone dripping with power and avidity.
Eagerly, I press forward just as Tyran lines up the tip of his cock with my pussy. I can already feel my inner walls starting to tighten as I approach the crest of the orgasm still building in me, and I groan at how good he’s going to feel…
He thrusts into me deeply, and I shatter as I’m rocked by the explosive release that yanks me from the watercolor dream world. Instead of a melting meadow, I wake up to find my fists gripping bed sheets, my face pressed against a pillow, and Tyran’s hands holding my hips as he fucks into me hard from behind. Every thrust shoves my whole body forward toward the tan leather headboard, his dominant control of my body lighting me up with pleasure.
I cry out at how good he feels, shoving my body back against him as he pistons in deeper and faster. I thought my dream was good, but knowing it was real is so much better. Pushing up onto my hands and knees, my mate adjusts to the new angle and fucks me savagely into the arms of another orgasm.
Shouting through my second release, I meet him thrust for thrust as he pounds into me, deep and punishing, and exactly what I need. He slaps my ass, eliciting a yelp as the sting pushes everything to that line of pleasure and pain that I know we’ll start to edge around just as soon as his knot embeds in my pussy.
I drop my chest to the bed, ass still in the air, and beg for more. “Harder,” I snap, challenge and need spilling out of my demanding tone.
He growls and gives me what I ask for, and I feel his hand move from where it’s holding my hip to drop back to my ass.
My body practically hums as he fucks me ruthlessly. “Yes, right fucking there!” I scream when he slams against the perfect spot, and I feel a finger press in against my ass. He breaches the tight ring of muscle just as my third orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave. He impales into me again and again until he goes still and bellows out his release, cumming inside of me, his knot already expanding to lock every drop in place.
I ride the last waves of ecstasy while he stretches my pussy and presses in, trying to get deeper than he already is. His thumb rotates inside of my ass, his hips and stomach applying even more pressure to what he’s doing as he rocks against me from behind.
“Good morning,” he rumbles before he pitches me forward again, and I laugh airily, floating in a warm pool of bliss.
“Good fucking morning to you too,” I pant, my body jellied and fuzzy and sated in every possible way. “You might be my new favorite alarm clock.”
“Might?” he teases, hips driving into me again, eliciting a gasp when he pulls his thumb out of my ass and rubs his palms tenderly over my butt cheeks.
“Definitely,” I correct with a euphoric giggle as Tyran drops his weight down on me and then rolls us to our sides as we ride out his knot.
He kisses my shoulder, and I look back to steal his lips before we both relax into each other. “Have you decided if you want to come today?” he asks before he nuzzles my neck, tickling my skin with the scruff on his face.
“I mean, maybe I didn’t scream loud enough, but I just did...three times,” I tease, and he nips my earlobe, his deep laugh resonating through me.
“Cometo the Flux,” he reminds me, and the word steals some of my afterglow.
I try to shake it off and remind myself of what Britton and the others explained about how it’s different here. Then I remind myself that I’m now the luna, and at some point, I’ll have to stop running from these things regardless of how triggering they might be. I sigh, and Tyran brushes strands of hair from my face.
“I’ll go on one condition,” I declare.
