having an erotic dream. I can smell her arousal.
She moans more, and her hips begin to swirl.
I stand completely still, absorbing all of it as tiny noises come from her.
“Yes. Yes.”
Her barely whispered pants have blood throbbing in my cock. She’s on the verge of an orgasm. Her musky arousal is so sharp I can taste it. My gaze zeros in on her, and my dick is wound so tight now, it feels as if I’m going to explode.
“Ahh!” She arches off the bed, and the scent from her grows a thousand-fold. Her hips move more, and the sheet between her legs grows damp.
My breathing turns erratic. Yes. Holy shit. Yes. I just made my mate come—in her dream.
An ear-splitting grin stretches across my face. My erection is still bobbing in my shorts, but I don’t care. Elation sweeps through me that Brianna’s subconscious has recognized me for what I am even if her conscious self hasn’t yet.
Still smiling like a baboon, I watch as she settles back onto her mattress, a soft content smile on her face as she succumbs to a deeper sleep.
Forcing myself to move, I do one last perimeter check of her bedroom before leaving as silently as I came, but that doesn’t stop my satisfaction.
My mate just had a wet dream about me. Me.
I never knew I could feel so enthused about getting in a woman’s pants even though I’ve never been in her pants.
Once in the living room, I lie on the couch and throw the spare quilt on top of me. The quilt tents, thanks to my Brianna-obsessed cock. I could jerk-off again to relieve my frustration, but after seeing what’s waiting for me in the bedroom, I would rather hold out for the real thing.
Faint music fills the room. Mel’s party is still going strong. I don’t mind the noise, though. I don’t even mind that my cock is still so hard it rivals steel, because for the first time in months, I’m going to bed happy.
∞ ∞ ∞
Brianna’s body rubs against mine. She moans and gasps every time we touch. She feels like heaven.
Fuck, this woman is amazing. I grip her ass and plunge into her from behind. Her neck arches, and her lips part when she moans.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My cock hardens even more. I pick up my pace, rhythmically moving within her. Her back bucks, and every time I pull out too far, she begs for me to slide back in.
I chuckle. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m not going anywhere.”
A quiet scratch comes from behind me. I keep pumping into Brianna, not wanting to stop. Her channel is so wet and hot, it wraps around my length like warm silk.
But that damned scratch penetrates my senses again. I look over my shoulder, but there’s a vast cloud of nothingness.
It’s because I’m dreaming. None of this is real.
With regret, I survey the dream-Brianna. As much as I don’t want this dream to end, something’s wrong.
A whisper filters through my senses. The feeling of dread grows.
Someone’s at the window.
Shit.
My eyes fly open. For a moment, my body is still heavy with sleep, but when I hear a second whisper, adrenaline pumps through me, snapping me wide awake.
I spring off the couch, the after-effects of sleep disappearing from my brain, just as two darkly clad individuals slip through the now fully-open window in Brianna’s apartment. They’re robed in black from head to toe, each carrying SF weapons, and they’re crouched low.
They found me.
But no way in hell am I going down without a fight. I lunge toward them.
“What the hell?” one of them says just as he stands fully upright. He’s big, over six feet, and I’m guessing he’s a werewolf even though I haven’t caught his scent.
The second SF member gasps before yelling, “Down on your knees!” She raises her weapon, and the sound of her magically-infused particle gun buzzes just before she fires.
But she’s not fast enough. I spring out of the way just as her shot goes off. The beast slams against my control, wanting out, but I manage to keep him down when I tuck and roll.
Brianna’s couch explodes behind me, but I know none of her neighbors hear it. A cloaking spell shimmers in the air around us, depressing all sounds and smells in the area. That means the female SF member is a witch.
Both SF members point their guns at me and shoot. I dive at the last moment, barely managing to avoid the second shot as Brianna’s