the Blind Bond

Chapter 10

NERO

Gaia did as I asked her to do so. I must thank her later. I hated to act behind Nate’s back, but he was stubborn and no matter what I said, he simply did not listen to me. Desperate times called for desperate measures.

The bracelet Beth gave Nate was very powerful. It was true, that it could warn us when danger was close, but Beth got it slightly enhanced. She asked the local witch to fine tune it to a dream portal. A portal which allowed several individuals to meet in their dreams. It used to be a common strategic artefact a few centuries ago and helped allies to communicate at long distances. It was a long time ago when there were no telephones and it was difficult to send an important message across the country. Luckily, my wolf soul was a few hundred years old and remembered all the good tricks.

And I asked for a very special guest to be part of my dreams. I tried to ignore Nate’s arrogant behavior and all the fvcking he did with that pretentious she-wolf. I wanted to puke whenever she touched him. But I would not allow those two to ruin my mood tonight.

Finally, Samira left and Nate fell asleep. I didn't know how much time passed when I suddenly realized I was walking on the beach, warm sand was overflowing my paws and the ocean waves were breaking in a slow routine. The combination of birds singing and the summer breeze was creating a peaceful rhythm in my soul. Despite not being a fan of hot sunny weather, I liked this place. A familiar scent entered my nostrils. Oh, I knew that cinnamon scent. I would recognize it anywhere in the universe. It was her. I followed the sweet sensation that encouraged me. She was sitting on the colorful blanket and watching the ocean waves. Her face was so beautiful that my heart made somersaults in my chest.

I got closer and she noticed my presence. I was a huge wolf, I bet she had never seen such a big beast in her life. Yet she remained calm and smiled.

“Hello. What a magnificent being you are.” She called me a being. Not animal or beast. My tail was spinning joyfully like the wheel of fortune.

“Hello emerald beauty.” I called her by the color of her eyes. Here in our dream her eyes were not blind but showed her true color. She stood up and walked to me. Her hands touched my fur and I purred at that. She was stroking me so gently that I felt enormous love spreading around my big hairy body.

“Funny. No one ever nicknamed me after the color of my eyes.” Wait, she couldn't only see but hear me, too?

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NATE

My head was spinning around. I felt disoriented. I realized that I was in Nero’s form and watched the scenery from the back of his mind. We were at the beach. She was there. She smiled, she touched us. She saw us and talked to us. What the heck? Was I dreaming?

“Hey. What’s going on?” I asked him but he ignored my words. All his attention was on her.

“Are you listening to me?” I tried it once again but louder.

“What do you want?” He frowned, obviously still upset because of the Samira situation.

“I… I don’t understand. Is this a dream?”

“Yes. And it is my dream, so chill and leave us alone.”

“Why is she here?”

“For the love of the Goddess! Why do I have to be linked to this stupid man?” He rolled his eyes at me, which was usually my move.

“Excuse me, we are sharing the same mind, so what do you expect me to do?”

“I can easily block you. As I said, it’s my dream, so all the power is in my paws only.” He smirked and I showed him my clenched fists.

“Don’t you dare. I wanna know what this is about. We have never shared a dream before. So, let me just observe. I promise to be quiet and not interfere.” The wolf sighed but nodded in agreement. I concentrated on Cinnamon. Her eyes were very pretty. The same color as the little bracelet box which Beth gave me today.

“This is one of my favorite places. It’s a beach in Italy. My parents took me here for holidays when I was 10 years old. That Italian summer trip is one of the nicest moments I carefully store in my memories.” She smiled, sadly looking at the stunning ocean view.

“Where are your parents now?” Nero asked. She sat next to him and he laid his head on her tights.

“Father died two years later. Cancer. My mom died on the day of my accident.”

“Do you want to talk about?” My wolf gently brushed his muzzle against her palms and I felt sorry for her loss. I knew that losing parents was a painful process.

“Oh, I don’t want to bore you with my personal tragedies.” She stroked his fur and placed a soft kiss on his muzzle. Nero licked her face, showering her with love. It was kind of sweet to watch them.

“You will never bore me. I love you.” She giggled at his silly words and hugged him around his neck.

“Thank you, my magnificent furry friend. It feels like we’ve known each other for eternity, although we’ve just met in this beautiful dream.” She laid down and cuddled with him. They stayed like that for a while, but it was hard to track time here. Could be seconds or hours. She cleared her throat and spoke.

“I am not ready to talk about it. Perhaps, another time. Let us keep this dream innocent and not ruin it with sad memories and deep sorrow.”

“Whatever you wish, my beautiful emerald.”

“Do you have a name?” She asked while caressing his ear, which made him completely vulnerable like a lovesick pup.

“Nero.”

“Nero.” She repeated his name in a whisper and I wished she would say my name instead. I wanted to take control and shift to my human form but I couldn’t. Nero was in charge and he wouldn’t let me. My heart sank because I wanted to be touched by her soft warm hands and I craved to touch her myself. Her ruby red lips were hypnotizing me and I wished nothing else than to suck them. I imagined myself kissing her delicate neck and leaving wet trails of kisses all over her body. My desire for her increased and my mind was clouded by not being able to think straight.

I noticed how extremely sexy her body was. She was not a skinny type, but rather curvy. And I liked it a lot. She had full breasts which I was sure would perfectly fit into my big palms. There was a cute little freckle above the right breast which I swear was calling for me to lick it. She had a slim waist and a gorgeous round-shaped ass that was begging to be slapped, in a gentle way, of course.

“Amelia has indeed the perfect ass and it would be amazing to dig the claws into her milky skin.” Finally, something we could both agree on. I woke up with a painful hard-on and j.erked off to the visualization of all the pleasure Cinnamon and I could experience together.