Dreams of Wolf [Half-breed Shifter Series Book 2] by Miranda Stowe

before he
could catch them. To his further humiliation, his voice crackled with emotion.
    The jaguar
blinked repeatedly and slipped a step back, putting space between them. “You’ve
bonded to her then?” she asked, tilting her head to the side with curiosity.
    He masked the
way his own heart leapt at those words. Bond. To Jaycee. Shit, there went his
pulse again, pounding with excitement. But he kept his face blank and eyes
narrowed as he glowered at the nosey female. “That’s none of your business.”
    “Just heed my
warnings, wolf. There are hunters nearby. If they learn of you, don’t lead them
to her doorstep and get her caught up in the middle of your mess.”
    He nodded once.
“I won’t.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
     
    Jaycee went to
bed early that night. She wasn’t tired—in fact, she felt fairly restless—but
her dreams from the night before had her tucking herself in when it was barely
dark out, in the vain hope she’d have a repeat of her werewolf lover’s
appearance.
    It took over an
hour for her to fall asleep; she kept opening her eyes and glancing toward the
entrance of her bedroom, but no wolf ever appeared. Finally, sleep won out and
she dropped off into la-la land. She woke some time later to movement beside
her. When she realized she wasn’t alone in bed, she gasped and jerked into a
sitting position.
    Her dream lover
sat naked on top of her covers with his legs stretched out next to hers,
crossed at the ankles, his back propped against the headboard. Holding Bob, he
turned the rubber phallus back and forth, studying it with a slight scowl.
    Pressing a hand
to her jumping heart, she gasped. “Dear God, you scared the shit out of me. I
thought I was awake and someone had crawled into my bed.”
    He continued to
inspect Bob until he accidentally turned the vibrator on. Startled, he dropped
the dildo onto his washboard abs.
    Jaycee burst
out laughing. “What’re you doing?”
    “I’m trying to
figure out what this thing is. It was sitting on your dresser last night and
tonight both.”
    “It’s Bob.”
    He frowned,
glancing at her. “Bob?”
    She quirked an
eyebrow. Was he serious? “Bob. A dildo. Vibrator. Fake penis.”
    Confusion still
wrinkling his brow, he asked, “Why do you need a fake penis?”
    “Uh… maybe
because I don’t have a real one to put inside me whenever I want sex.”
    “Yes, you do.
You have me.”
    She grinned.
“Yeah, but when I’m awake and alone, you’re not usually around.”
    “So…you put
this into your cunt?” Suddenly interested in Bob again, he picked it up. “Does
it bring you to completion like I do?”
    She grinned.
“Honey, no one brings me to completion like you do. But, yes, Bob has his
moments.”
    Eyes
glittering, he lifted his gaze. “Show me.”
    Jaycee’s belly
tightened, tingling a trail to her nipples and cunt. Dear God, the idea of
masturbating in front of him was hot.
    Lips quirking
into a grin, she grabbed Bob off his sexy six-pack and gave the vibrator head,
slicking its rubber surface with saliva. Her gaze never left the
chocolate-brown eyes of the man watching her while he licked his teeth and
stared transfixed at the fake cock disappearing between her lips.
    When Bob was
sufficiently lubed, she slid it from her mouth and trailed its wet tip down her
body, between her breasts and over her belly. Her lover gawked, a hoarse groan
exiting his lungs.
    She reached the
apex of her thighs and skimmed the surface of her clit. The vibration hummed
through her, making her arch her back.
    “Mmm.”
    The wolf-man
surged upright, repositioning himself to sit at her thigh, where he could see
her work between her legs, caressing her pussy with Bob’s cool, wet length.
    “Holy fuck.
This is hot.” Hand going to his cock, he stroked himself, each pump of his
wrist stretching his penis longer and bigger until he was fully erect, the head
glistening with pre-cum. “I love watching your cunt bloom open.”
    She