Sleeping With The Moon Goddess

A Delicious Dream

“What are you thinking about Cam?” My dad’s voice breaks through, completely killing any thought or fantasy my brain was about to go to. Realizing we were back in our backyard and I had apparently just been standing around still daydreaming. I shook my head as if to shake out any thoughts that would keep me distracted while I made my way over to the mat.

“Uhh, nothing really.” I lied. “Just wondering if Beta Alex had any luck finding the supplies needed for the grade school”. Oh, great cover-up Camille. I rolled my eyes at myself before putting on as happy of a face as I could at 5:30 in the morning.

“No need to worry yourself, Beta Alex always delivers when set up with a task. But you can ask him yourself when we meet with him at 2 pm today to discuss pack matters.” My father said.

“Oh great” I replied, a little more sarcastic than I meant to, but my father didn’t comment. Beta Alex was a great guy. I was glad my dad had him. He reminded me of a sour patch kid. He was this sweet huggable teddy bear who used to bring me candy and read to me when I was little, but the first time I saw him fight off some rogues near our border, he was incredible, taking down multiple rogues at once; even scared me a little. Our top fighter next to my dad.

My dad followed me onto the mat. “Let’s start with 50 pushups, 50 sit-ups, and then we’ll get into some fighting techniques and work on your footwork.”

“Sounds good” I replied. There was no point in arguing. I just went with the flow, but I will say, the changes I have noticed in myself these past few years since we started training have been pretty crazy. I’m faster than I’ve ever been, I’m no longer just skinny but muscular and well defined. I have abs and my ass is definitely something I’m proud of.

The guys have definitely taken notice of me. I also picked up the fighting skills rather quickly, ‘I’m a natural’ according to my dad. I would sometimes spar with the guys at the training center. At first they had reservations about my training with them, but after putting some of their best fighters on their backs, I earned some respect.

“Getting better there kiddo.” My dad said as he helped me up off my back. He only knocked me down about twelve times this morning. Apparently, in his mind, that means I’m improving somehow. I can feel the sweat dripping down my back, and my hips hurt from being tossed on the ground so much. Doesn’t feel like I’m getting any better; now where did I leave my water bottle . . . .

“I don’t know why you think I will ever be able to win in a fight against you,” I state very matter of fact, as I pick my water bottle up off the ground and begin to chug.

He laughs, “You won’t”, he then smiles at me, giving me a mischievous wink.

I’ll admit it’s nice to see my father smile. We don’t get to see that a lot. . . . “wait, . . . what? What is the point then?!”

“That IS the point.” . . . . “What do you learn if you fight an easy opponent that you can subdue every time? Nothing. You have to be pushed.” My dad starts to turn around like he is finished talking and about to walk away when he suddenly drops, swinging his leg behind in an attempt to knock me off my feet.

I manage to jump upright over his leg and land back in my fighting stance. “You see, last summer you’d be lying on your back right now. You need to fight and learn from the best in order to be the best. And let’s face it, your old man here is the best.” I just stare at him until we both start laughing.

“Suuuuurrrreeee old man”, the truth was though, my father was the best. Being an Alpha means you are the strongest and largest wolf in your pack, easily two times bigger than that of a regular wolf. My dad stands at over 6ft in his wolf form, giving you the power and advantage to better protect your pack from rogues.

Rogues are wolves with no allegiance to a pack and they like to stir up trouble. Usually, they only travel in small groups and our warriors handle them pretty easily. Alpha wolves are solid black in their fur, while Betas are a solid dark gray; my dad said this makes the higher-ranking wolves more of a target to the rogues’, but my dad would rather have the focus on himself than a pack member, he says.

While Betas are just slightly smaller in height and stature than their Alpha, Omegas are only slightly larger than that of a regular wolf at about 3ft with usually a brown or mixed coat. We also have the Deltas somewhere in the middle; they are our best fighters who are handpicked by the Beta to patrol the border. Once they are sworn into their position, their coats take on a light soft gray color to signify their warrior status.

When I first shifted at age 12, my wolf was just as big as my father's, maybe even slightly bigger than Emberlys' large black wolf. It even scared me a little. There was definitely no denying my Alpha blood was strong, but my wolf was solid white in color.

I had never seen another white wolf before. My grandma told me pure white wolves are rare and that I was special, but I hated it, it just made me stand out more.

Things at school did get a little better after Em died. I think it was mostly out of pity that kids in my class started talking to me. I was even invited out to a few parties after that. I learned to keep my mouth shut around my father and eventually I made a few friends, which helped make those last few years of high school bearable.

“Come get washed up before breakfast” my mother yells at us.

“Coming dear!” my father shouts back before turning to me. “You ready kiddo?”

I grab my things and we start walking towards the house. The air outside is crisp, the sun is now softly shining on the grass field, I can hear rabbits and birds waking up and moving about. Everything was peaceful, calm. Today felt like it was going to be a good day.

I ran up the stairs to my room after kissing my mother good morning, the smell of cooking sausage followed me the whole way and made my mouth water. I quickly turn the hot water on in my shower and peel myself out of my sweaty clothes.

Letting my hair out of the ponytail, I get under the hot water and just stand for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the hot water hitting me. I then quickly proceed to shampoo and condition my hair. Grabbing my razor, I run it under my arms and over my legs making sure I got any stubble.

Running my hands up and down my now smooth legs, my mind goes back to thinking about my mate. Imagining his naked strong muscular body kneeling in front of me in the shower with his right hand at my ankle, slowly he begins to move it up my leg while squeezing hard enough to make me take notice – he can’t help that he’s so strong- his left hand comes up behind to grip my thigh.

With now both strong hands on the backs of my thighs, he jerks my hips closer to his face. Teasing, he leans over and kisses the top of my hipbone, painstaking slow he kisses his way across my lower belly to my other hip.

I can’t take it anymore, “Please” I beg as I put my hand in his thick hair, trying to encourage his mouth to go lower, while bringing my other hand to my breast, I begin to squeeze and pinch my n****e until I feel the precipice of pain.

He gives me a gorgeous wicked smile before throwing my right thigh over his left shoulder and slamming his mouth into my wet core.

A cry escapes my lips from the sudden movement. I can feel his tongue, his mouth, hot against my c**t. The stubble of his beard tickling my inner thighs. Aggressively, he licks and sucks at my bud, circling around it before licking lower and delving his tongue into my opening.

His hands pulling my s*x hard against his face like he’s trying to taste as much of me as he can. He licks hard against me, tasting everything, lapping up every last drop of my wetness. He moans against me. Oh Goddess, is there anything sexier than a man moaning while tasting you?

Hearing his deep throaty moan sends shivers throughout my whole body. I feel like I could melt. Luckily, he has such a strong grip on me that even if I were to let go, he would catch me all while continuing to work his assault on my core.

He needed me as much as I needed him. We were starving for each other and neither of us was ever sated.

I could feel my breath becoming heavier; my whole body was starting to shake. “I’m so close” I whispered. “Don’t stop”.

He sucked my c**t deep into his mouth and ever so slightly pinched it with his teeth, causing slight pain before soothing it with his tongue again. Faster and faster he licked me until I finally exploded against him, crying out with a trembling orgasm.

“Good girl” I heard him say.

Opening my eyes and realizing that there is, in fact, no gorgeous mate in front of me is always a little disappointing. A quick letdown after the high.

I rinse myself off and get out of the shower. Immediately the smell of breakfast downstairs makes my stomach growl. I throw on some jeans and a t-shirt and head downstairs.

“What do you think they were looking for?” I hear my mother whisper before I enter the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?”

“Oh, nothing Sweetheart. Now sit down and eat before it gets cold.” I take my seat and immediately turn my attention to the large spread of food in front of me.