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

definitely
bloomed. Jaycee’s body, suffused with heat, felt like it was going to ignite at
any moment. No one had ever watched her play with Bob before. She had no idea
it would be so erotic.
    Getting into
her voyeuristic teasing, she slid Bob’s tip to the opening of her vagina. Her
lover groaned and jerked on his cock with a renewed fury.
    “Do it,” he
grunted, the pupils of his eyes turning into vertical slits.
    She pushed the
vibrator inside her, the buzz muting as her pussy muffled its sound. An
electric current traveled down her legs and out the ends of her toes, tickling
the heels of her feet.
    Jaycee met the
gaze of the man watching her, and she came. She tried to keep eye contact, but
the sensation was so strong, his face wavered in her vision.
    His groan was
as loud and clear as his ripe curse.
    “Fuck. Oh,
shit. I have to be inside you.”
    Her hand was
batted to the side and Bob ripped from her so suddenly, she gasped at the loss.
Blinking her sight back to normal, she merely watched as her lover hopped
between her thighs, cupped her ass in his hands, and lifted her hips to align
her still throbbing pussy with his fully aroused cock.
    Sweat beaded on
his brow as he met her gaze. “Ready?” he choked out the word.
    For some
reason, she knew this was going to be a rough ride. Reaching above her, she
latched a firm grip on the bedpost and nodded.
    He pushed home,
sure and quick, a massive, hot invasion compared to the cold, lifeless prodding
from Bob. She gritted her teeth and clung to the headboard for dear life.
    Filling her
repeatedly, her lover threw his head back and groaned as his body pumped like a
well-oiled machine. Transfixed by the beauty of his all-consuming arousal,
Jaycee could only watch as he gritted his teeth, his lips pulling back to show
a row of pearly whites. She blinked, wondering why his incisors suddenly looked
so jagged and the canine cuspids seemed particularly long. My, what big teeth
he had.
    As he groaned
again, his head fell forward so he could look at her. She was almost certain
his eyes were dilated like a cat’s…or a werewolf’s. His fingernails felt
sharp—claw-like—as they dug deeper into her hips. He held her tight, plunging
into her body with complete abandon.
    Jaycee figured
she’d be scared out of her wits if she wasn’t so damn turned on. But watching
him lose his center and try to reign in his animal blew her away. To know she
had so much power over him was her undoing.
    She threw open
her body, giving it all to him, and came in a rush of pleasure.
    His eyes lit
up, the single black slits of his pupils the only things not glowing as he
roared and climaxed as well.
    Once again, at
the very epitome of bliss, she blacked out, coming to with her lover leaning
over her and repeating her name and shaking her shoulders.
    “’M okay,” she
mumbled, ready to pass out some more. Not that he would let her by the way he
sat her upright and shook her shoulders.
    “Jaycee,
godammit. Open your eyes.”
    She did with a
pained groan. “What?”
    Shoulders
deflating, he pressed his forehead to hers. “Seriously. You need to stop
passing out whenever I come inside you.”
    “Total buzz
kill, huh?” she asked, her head muzzy and thick, but she was still able to see
his smile through her gray vision.
    “Something like
that,” he murmured. With a relieved sigh, he pulled from her body and collapsed
on his back next to her, where he swiped his hand over his glistening face.
“Though technically, you’re gracious enough to wait until I’ve hit my high
before you swoon.”
    Lips spreading,
Jaycee let out a big yawn and stretched her overworked muscles. “That’s it.
We’re going to have to give you a name.” Dream man or not, she couldn’t keep
thinking of him as simply that-sex-god-wolf-guy.
    Next to her, he
murmured, “My name is Knox.”
    She blinked,
then frowned. “Hey. This is my dream. Shouldn’t I be the one who gets to name
you?”
    His brow
crinkled.