Dreaming of His Erection

Anya opened her eyes to a cloudless sky dominated by a full moon. A sharp breeze swept across the clearing, rustling the shadows of the swaying pines over the grass. She shivered in her silk nightgown, crossing her arms to ward off the chill.

"Hello?" she called out.

Her voice carried through the quiet woods, fading into the dark canopy. A heavy rustle answered her. From behind a massive oak, a beast stepped into the silver light.

It was not human. A massive wolf stalked forward, its thick coat a mix of white and grey. Icy blue eyes locked straight onto her brown ones. Saliva dripped from its parted black lips, coating long, sharp fangs that gleamed under the moonlight. Its heavy paws landed with a dull thud against the soft earth as it circled her.

Anya’s pulse raced, yet fear never came. An unsettling pull anchored her feet to the ground.

"Don't hurt me," she whispered.

The beast’s ears twitched at some distant sound. In the next breath, it turned and bounded into the trees, vanishing into the night.

An urgent instinct seized her chest. She lifted the hem of her nightgown and sprinted after it.

"Wait! Wait for me! Don't leave me!" she shouted into the dark.

Branches whipped past her shoulders as she tore down the dirt trail. The moonlight cut pale slashes through the foliage, guiding her frantic stride until the forest broke open.

Ahead lay a calm, glassy lake reflecting the pale night sky.

The wolf was gone. In its place stood a naked man, silver moonlight gleaming over the hard contours of his broad back, lean hips, and sculpted legs.

Anya gasped for breath, her chest heaving. She blinked once, and in that split second, the space between them vanished.

He stood inches away, towering over her. Amber eyes burned with raw hunger as his gaze tracked down her throat.

"Hello again, my dear Anya," he said, his voice deep and heavy with desire.

She took a step back, her voice tight. "What are you?"

The man smirked, his gaze trailing lower. "I am surprised you still have not figured that out."

"What are you doing here?" she demanded.

"Because you are a curious little cat," he answered smoothly.

She shook her head, frustrated by the fog in her mind. "What am I doing here?"

"The same reason you were here last week. And the week before that. And the week before," he murmured.

She frowned, backing away. "No. I was not here last week. I do not understand any of this. Why do I keep coming back to this lake?"

The man stepped forward and pressed a warm index finger against her lips. "Shhh. I can smell your arousal, my dear Anya."

Before she could speak, his hands gripped the hem of her silk nightgown. He slipped the fabric up and over her head in one smooth motion, exposing her naked body to the cold air.

He scooped her into his arms, lifting her off the earth, and laid her down onto a bed of crushed wildflowers.

He gave her no time to think. His mouth crashed over hers, his lips hot and demanding. He trailed fevered kisses across her jawline, down the sensitive arch of her neck, and sank his teeth gently into the meat of her shoulder. Anya gasped, arching off the ground as a sharp pulse of pleasure flared down her spine.

His rough hands slid along her ribcage, gripping her waist before stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs. He nipped at the swell of her breast, taking the stiff peak between his teeth and suckling hard.

Anya moaned, clutching at his broad shoulders. Her voice came out ragged. "What are you?"

He answered by dragging his wet tongue over her nipple, swirling around the hardened bud until her hips lifted off the moss.

Before she could ask again, his hands clamped around her ankles. He dragged her forward and spread her legs wide open. Anya let out a loud groan of pleasure as his hot breath brushed over her damp folds.

He growled from between her legs, his amber eyes flashing in the dark. "Be still, my dear Anya."

His tongue flattened against her cunt, licking an aggressive, wet stripe straight up to her clit. Anya gasped, her hips jerking against the flowers. He held her thighs locked open, performing relentless oral sex on her swollen flesh. He sucked her clit into his lips, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bundle of nerves while his thumbs dug into her hips.

Heat pooled between her thighs, thick and slick. Every stroke of his tongue pushed her closer to the edge. Her breath hitched into ragged sobs, her fingers digging into the dirt as the tension wound tighter in her belly.

Right when her peak crested, he pulled his mouth away.

The sudden absence of friction felt like an electric shock. Anya dropped back against the moss, whimpering in raw frustration.

"Are you kidding me?" she whined, ready to throw a fit.

He gave a low chuckle, buried his face between her thighs, and latched back onto her clit.

Anya abandoned all control. She had been starved of a man's touch for years, and some nights had been harder than others. She surrendered to the sensory overload, grabbing fistfuls of his luscious locks. She thrust her hips against his mouth, crying out as his tongue flicked faster and harder against her weeping pussy.

"Come now, my dear Anya," he growled against her clit.

A fierce spasm tore through her core. Anya screamed into the moonlit sky as her orgasm ripped through her, clenching her cunt in hard, pulsing waves. She milked his relentless tongue, soaring into her first shattering climax in years.

She slumped back onto the petals, panting heavily in the aftermath of ecstasy, her thighs trembling with lingering sparks of pleasure.

Before she could catch her breath, heavy weight shifted over her lap. Tension spiked anew as the thick, blunt head of his stiff cock pressed firmly against the wet slit of her cunt. Anya swallowed hard as the sheer girth of his hard dick nudged past her slick outer lips.

"Are you ready for the main course?" he asked softly.

He began to push forward, slowly sinking the broad head and the full, hard length of his shaft inside her tight pussy. Anya choked on a gasp as the stretch filled her.

He leaned down, his amber gaze boring straight into hers. "You are going to have to spread wider for me, my dear Anya."

Oh, shit!

Anya snapped awake, fighting for a gasp.

Her body was soaked in cold sweat. Sweat trickled down her collarbone and between her breasts, while the cotton between her thighs clung damply to her skin.

She sat upright, staring into the pitch-black shadows of her bedroom.

"What the hell?" she muttered to herself, pressing shaking fingers to her forehead.

It was another one of those vivid, bizarre wet dreams that had plagued her ever since she started her stressful corporate job at the Blackwoods. She usually blamed the long hours and frustration for these filthy fantasies.

She swung her legs over the edge of the mattress, waiting for her racing heart to settle.

As her mind cleared, a startling realization dawned on her.

This dream was distinctly different. In the past, the fantasy belonged to Nolan. But the wolf in the woods had icy blue eyes. And the naked man by the lake, spreading her thighs and pushing his cock into her—

That was not Nolan.

"Dare? What the fuck?" Anya hissed into the dark.