His Hybrid Mate

As Kira drifted off to sleep, she felt the familiar presence of the mystery man in her dreams. But tonight, something was different. As he approached, he placed a blindfold over her eyes, just as he had in previous dreams. But this time, he didn't speak. He took her hand and led her forward, and she could hear the sound of his footsteps echoing around them. They walked for what felt like an eternity, and she began to feel disoriented and scared. Kira tried to speak, to ask him where they were going, but her voice caught in her throat. Instead, she focused on the sound of his footsteps, trying to gain a sense of direction. Eventually, he stopped, and she could hear the sound of a door opening. They enter a room, and he leads her to a chair, where he helps her sit down. As she waited, her heart racing with anticipation, she began to wonder if this was some kind of test. “Maybe the mystery man is trying to teach me a lesson,” she thought, “or maybe he's leading me to some kind of revelation.” But as the minutes ticked by, and the man never spoke or showed his face, she began to feel a sense of frustration and fear. “Why won't he talk to me? Why won't he reveal himself?” she screamed internally. “Oh please stop this! You're driving me crazy”, she said, as she gasped every time she felt something cold dripping down her chest and thighs. He kept laughing and licking her n*****s enough to give her a shock of pleasure throughout her body. The deep husky voice that had her blindfolded told her, “be still”. As she calmed herself down and took a deep breath, she felt him kissing her back, making his way up to her neck, his hands slowly trailing to her inner thighs. **buzz buzz* “Oh my god! Why does my alarm do this all the time?”, she exclaimed, As she awoke from the dream, she was left with a sense of confusion and longing. “Who was the mystery man, and why did he blindfold me?”, she asked herself. “I may never know the answers to these questions, but the dream will stay with me, haunting me with its sense of mystery and possibility. The pleasure he gives me feels as if he is there in my room doing the things he does to me in my dreams”, she mused.  Kira looked at the time and it was 9:45 am. “Oh crap”, she exclaimed, “I have to get going.” Her first class started in 45 minutes! Kira was accepted to the University of OBX in North Carolina with a full-ride scholarship. She was considered one of the best pitchers in the Midwest. She had several offers from local schools like Kansas and Kansas State, and she even had an offer for a partial scholarship to UCLA, but she felt like something wasn’t right and that she needed to head out East. “Kira, come over here. I want to introduce you to some people!” Becky said. She walked up to the group in front of the Science hall where they were surrounding her, talking and laughing. “Everyone, this is Kira! She was my relief pitcher back when we were in high school.” As Kira was standing there, getting to know everyone, she felt someone watching her. She looked all around the campus grounds where she was. Over by the picnic tables, there was a group of guys hanging out. She was not sure if they were jocks or the bad boy’s club. She leaned over to Becky, “Who’s that guy by the picnic table staring over here?” Becky responded, “That's Logan, he is the captain of the baseball team.” “OOF, he is hot!”, Kira exclaimed. He was tan, with medium dirty-blond hair. “Well, I need to get to class, I'll see you at practice, Becky”, said Kira. After practice, the girls from the team wanted to unwind after the first day at school. They all decided to meet at the Sea Breeze Inn, the local beach hangout for the students. “Let's get some drinks,” Becky said. They went and got the drinks later on. They had played a few darts and Addison, the quirky second baseman, even got me up to do karaoke. Erin, the left fielder, ran up to us, “I saw on social media that there is a bonfire going on down by the water, let's go!!!” They gathered their things and made their way down the water. The music was blaring and a huge fire was going out. People were dancing all around the fire. Logan and his gang saw the girls coming down and surprised them with drinks. “Hi I’m Logan, you must be the new girl replacing Becky on the mound. (laughing)” Becky playfully smacked him for the remark and proceeded to tell him that Kira’s pitches would knock him off of his cleats. Kira just looked at them while taking a sip of her drink with her eyes rolling. “Who wants to dance?”Kira asked. The cool sand squished between their toes as they made their way toward the beach bonfire. The smell of saltwater and s'mores filled the air, and she felt her heart racing with anticipation. A few minutes later, KC & JoJo started playing All my life. The next thing she knew, someone was grabbing my hips and swaying her back and forth. She turned around quickly to see Logan. “Shall we dance?” he said. Kira turned around hesitantly and wrapped her arms around his neck dancing to the song. As they danced, she felt completely free, lost in the music and the moment. Logan's hands were on her hips, and she could feel the warmth of his body against hers. They moved together in perfect sync, lost in the rhythm of the music. As the night wore on, they took a break from dancing and grabbed a couple of cold beers. They sat by the fire, their bodies dangerously close, watching the waves crash against the shore. The music was blaring and the drinks were flowing. Kira started to feel the effects of alcohol. Her vision started to get blurry, and she was having trouble keeping her balance. That's when Logan placed his hand on her arm, guiding her toward the exit. "Come on, let me walk you home," he prodded, his voice filled with concern. Kira shook her head, trying to push away the embarrassment she felt. "I don't need your help," she slurred, trying to stand up straight. Logan gave her a look that tells her he's not going to take no for an answer. "Please, let me make sure you get home safely," he said firmly. Reluctantly, she agrees, and they start to make their way through the crowded bar. Logan leads her through the maze of people, his hand on the small of her back, ensuring that she doesn't stumble or fall. As they stepped out into the cool night air, Kira felt a sense of relief wash over her. Logan's presence was comforting, and she felt a sense of safety and security in his company. As they walked down the darkened street, Logan kept up a steady stream of conversation, asking her about her life and her dreams for the future. She was grateful for the distraction, and she found herself opening up to him in a way that she had never done before. By the time they reached her doorstep, she felt a sense of regret that the night was coming to an end. Kira turned to Logan, and she saw the concern etched on his face. "Thank you for walking me home," she said, her voice filled with gratitude. Logan smiled at her, his eyes filled with warmth. "Of course. I'll always be here for you," he says, before leaning in to give her a gentle hug. He guided her to her bed, taking her shoes off to have her lie down. She grabbed him by his face, just staring into his sea-green eyes in hopes that he would grab her back and kiss her. Kira just wanted to taste those lips and have his muscular body against hers. Instead, he took her hands and covered her up, and kissed her forehead. “Good night princess”, he whispered to her. The next morning she woke up with a horrible hangover. She looked over and saw a glass of water with some ibuprofen, with a note saying “You might need this -L-.”