About that dream
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“What?” her heart hammered against her chest at the odd question. She had done nothing wrong.
She had taken the tour of his pack land with Bella and stayed out of his way. Even when she was aware that he was spending his precious time with Monike! Even when she wanted to strangulate the b*tch for trapezing with her soul mate!
He prowled deliberately slow, towards her, holding her gaze and crowding her personal space.
She stepped back from him, trying to preserve her sanity as his proximity set her warning bells ringing.
She remembered when he looked this intense last. When she had fallen from Draco and Liam had brought her to his room, she had woken up in the middle of the night from the nightmare of Jack & Alex's attack.
That day, too, Liam had been so fierce!
Once the initial shock of his presence waned off, she realised the throbbing in her core.
Her dream had left her hot and horny. Her body would have easily given her a rapturous org*sm. She knew the drill with her org*smic dreams. But Liam had rudely interrupted it.
And now he was standing in front of her in all his glory, looking like a delectable predator you would want to be hunted by!
He continued to walk towards her with easy, steady steps and she continued to step back until her back came up against the g*ddamn door and she stopped.
She felt faint with the racing of her heart and the speeding of her pulse. Liam continued to walk towards her with his wolf showing in his eyes.
He rested both his hands on the door, effectively caging her, and gazed into her eyes.
She was sure he would have seen fear in her eyes. She was scared, by his intense look and felt like a deer caught in the headlights. Her crazy heart just continued to beat at an absurd rhythm.
“What were you dreaming about?” His husky voice teased her ears.
“Dream?” She frowned, feigning confusion. “What dream?”
“Your dream! What the f*ck were you doing in it?” He growled. His lips looked inviting and the fragrance of sage filled up her senses, making her lightheaded.
She was right. It was like the time that he had gone ballistic when she had dreamed of Jack and Alex's attack. But that was ridiculous.
She had been having nightmares on and off. Why didn't Liam confront her during those times?
And what about all those wet dreams she had been enjoying till then? How had Liam not approached her before this?
This was all perplexing and preposterous. They hadn't even mated yet. Their mate bond shouldn't show up like this.
She had never known of a mate bond where a werewolf could see their mate's dreams.
While her thoughts ran amok, he brought his sexy lips close to her ear and whispered, “the dream where you were wearing only the pink cuffs?” He ran his nose against her neck and inhaled deeply, sending goosebumps all over her body. “Tell me more about it!”
OMFG! He actually knows about the dream! But how? She tried to concentrate, tried to understand the phenomenon, but he had started lining the nape of her neck with light feathery kisses, making her body go into a lustful fit.
Her insides wept and her cl*t throbbed. She needed him badly, and she hated it.
She couldn't form a cognitive thought even as he whispered again, “I love the smell of your arousal babes! Now tell me about your dream.”
His voice broke the last thread of control that she had. Butterflies fluttered in her tummy as she said meekly, “y…y… you had me tied to the headboard as I lay on the b... bed.” she stammered as he rolled his tongue over her ear. His hands remained where they were, still holding her in place.
Her body tingled in every place that his lips touched. This was better than her dream, a lot better. He groaned and shuddered. She felt empowered by his reaction to her.
“You ran your fingers over my legs…” she gasped as he picked her up bridal style.
A flap of her kimono fell back, exposing the mound of her n*ked boob and the pink of her satin undies.
He growled in appreciation and lay her down on the bed with the utmost gentleness. With one hand, he held both her hands and lifted them on top of her head, holding them down against the bed.
Her wanton chest jutted out invitingly as he let the fingers of his other hand roam lazily on her legs, causing more tingles. By now her honey pot was weeping, ready for whatever he wanted to do with her.
His fingers moved up, brushing lightly against her inner thigh, moving towards her core painfully slowly, and she sighed.
He spoke in a raspy voice, “like this?”
“Mmmh mmm…” she mumbled, incapable of forming any words.
“What happened next?” He murmured, and his finger brushed lightly against her throbbing bud.
“Y… you..You," she tried to form a coherent sentence but couldn’t.
He slipped one of his thick fingers into her soft, moist love canal and she sighed in exhilaration.
“Did I do this?” He whispered.
“Mmm..” she couldn’t think. All her senses were on overload as he did sweet things to her body. His finger moved inside her deliciously, rubbing against the right points.
His presence, his scent, his touch. Everything overwhelmed her and her body cried for more. Just when she thought it couldn’t get better, he introduced a second finger inside her.
She had never been with a man before.
Her life hadn’t allowed her that pleasure. But she knew what org*sms feel like. She also knew theoretically what happened during s*x. This was beyond what she had ever thought or felt. If this is what s*x felt like, she could get used to it. She sighed.
He lowered his mouth onto her chest and suckled at her br*ast while his fingers bunched up inside her and stroked against a certain spot sending ripples of pleasure within her.
She felt the familiar build up, and as if that wasn’t enough, he moved his sexy lips down and tugged gently at her cl*t, sucking it and flicking it with his hot tongue.
She could no longer hold it. Her body went into a euphoric org*sm as her skin tingled against his every touch.
With her hands still held up in their place by his huge hand, she moaned and writhed under him.
After what felt like the longest time, her heart slowed down and she felt as if she had floated back to Earth from some hot star.
He got up and gently pulled his fingers out of her. She almost cried at the loss of contact as she felt his thick fingers tenderly slide out of her. He continued to stare at her with warmth.
Holding her gaze, he sucked on his own fingers, licking her glistening juices off them. He groaned. “You taste as good as you smell!”
She blushed at his statement. He sure knew how to pleasure a woman. The thought brought a hint of pain in her chest, but she shoved it aside. She would mull over it tomorrow.
She was an adult and was party to everything that had happened in her bed tonight.
She watched in satisfaction as he bent towards her, stroked her unruly hair away from her sweaty face, and kissed her forehead.
“Sleep well, my princess.” He murmured against her forehead as she drifted into a satisfied and peaceful sleep.
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Author's Note:
Hey lovelies,
Early update for you!!
This chapter is totally out of my comfort zone. Whoever has read my very first book would know how I skip the hot parts. BUT for this book, it appears to be a necessity. Hope you enjoyed it.
Happy reading XX
Next update next week
PS: I have come across many grammatical errors in the previous chapters of this book. So that's my priority right now. Next week I would work on editing the spelling errors & grammar. If I add any details, I will let you know. Gear up for daily updates in the next month.
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