Love in Dreams: Rescue (8 page)

Then he was silent.

Cass was afraid to look.

A new scent filled the air. It was part wolf – a heady musk
born of pine and earth and sweat – and part fresh, salty blood. Cass wasn’t
sure how she knew this, but she
knew
. She
breathed
it deeply. It
was Preston’s blood. And instead of being repulsed, or terrified, Cass was
filled with an incredible thrill. Her pulse pounded in her ears. Her skin
tingled, and a single name repeated in her consciousness.

Collin
.

He was real. She could almost taste him. She could feel the
blood flowing down her throat as it was his, thick and hot like syrup.

And she loved it.

Cass walked slowly around the couch to find the wolf
standing over Preston’s mauled body. The man, her ex-boyfriend, her abuser, her
former lover, who was once her only hope in this world, was clearly dead. His
throat had been gashed. His chest looked crushed and sunken. His hands, frozen,
clawed helplessly at the air in front of him. His eyes were wide open and still
filled with a primordial panic. Sheer terror.

The wolf grunted each time he exhaled. The beast seemed
twice as large as before. He was as long as Preston’s prone body, as tall as
the wood stove, and his shoulders rippled with muscle. He turned to face Cass
as she was considering kneeling next to him. His snout and jowls were coated in
stringy blood and sinew. He was the picture of rage. His eyes, still a hot
orange, burned into Cass’s soul. She felt him then, for a long second, and she
was nearly knocked back by his anger.

But she wasn’t afraid.

“Collin?” Cass whispered.

The wolf blinked, as if stunned.

“Is that you?”

The wolf turned back to Preston and sniffed the dead man
once. Then, in a gruesome dip of the head, he clamped his jaws around Preston’s
neck and bit down until blood oozed around his powerful teeth. With surprising
grace, the wolf lifted and dragged the man’s body past Cass like a cat toying
with a dead lizard; when he reached the broken-out picture window, he adjusted
his deathly grip and leapt into the night.

All that was left was a thin trail of crimson.

Cass shivered in the frigid night air. Her shirt was torn,
her jeans and panties strewn on the floor and soaking in a shiny pool of
Preston’s blood. She started to shake violently, clutching her arms over herself
and backing toward the bathroom. She locked herself in and cranked the shower
high and hot, and then stood under the stream until water and tears ran freely
down her body. She peeled off her soaked shirt and it felt like she was pulling
off her skin.

Preston’s nails had left gashes on her hips and thighs, and
the red welts stung when Cass began soaping herself. She hadn’t lost the taste
and scent of the wolf’s attack. Her entire body was energized, even as she
sobbed. She screamed and screamed, filled with fear and rage and lust and
confusion until a stark realization struck like a crack of thunder.

As the bathroom grew thick with steam, Cass braced herself
against the shower stall’s plastic walls and bowed her head.

She was reborn.

~~~

When Cass stepped back in to the living room, the wolf had
returned and her heart swelled in her chest. She was instantly dizzy. She had
no more reservations.

“Collin,” she said.

The wolf watched her, his eyes green once more.

Cass dipped her head to study the blood at her feet.
Considering Preston’s size, the clean-up could have been a lot worse. She took
a step toward the kitchen to dig out every cleaning supply she could find.

This is bad, Cass. Really bad.

Cass ignored the voice. She did not, however, ignore the low
growl behind her. Halfway to the kitchen, she turned to see the wolf a few
paces behind her. He held the growl in a low warning.

“We have to clean,” she said softly. The wolf’s eyes
captured her again. This time, she didn’t resist. She stumbled to the kitchen
table, never breaking eye contact, and slumped down in a wooden chair. The wolf
followed her, rumbling from deep in his chest.

Cass couldn’t keep her eyes open. She folded her arms on the
table and lowered her head.

~~~

They are in a clearing, deep in a forest. Cass and Collin.

She is wearing a light green gauze dress that flows in a
cool breeze, and the soft fabric grazes her nipples so gently that she shivers.

He is taller and more muscular than when they met previously.
His bare chest is broad and gleams with a thin sheen of sweat; he is breathing
quickly, as if he has run a long distance. His dirty blonde hair is neat and
trim, his cheeks smooth.

He is naked.

His manhood, half-erect, is flanked by quads lined with twitching
muscles. His calves look as if they’ve been carved from marble.

Cass blinks once, then twice. He is god-like.

“Collin,” she whispers.

He growls. Something about him is different. He is frantic.
Urgent. The intent behind his hard stare is immediately apparent. Cass feels
wetness between her legs and she is eager for what she knows is only moments
away.

But Collin is tentative.

“I am very sorry about that, Cass. I...couldn’t control
myself. It’s part of the reason I’ve been alone for so long...”

He is afraid of hurting her. He has hurt someone else – Cass
knows this now.

“It’s okay,” she says slowly, raising her hand toward him.
“Don’t worry.”

Collin shakes his head and turns toward the line of trees
behind him.

“It’s a
dream
, Collin,” Cass says, pleading. “You
can’t hurt me.” She shifts from one foot to the other. Something deep in her
core is calling out for Collin. She’s burning up under the flimsy gauze.

“You can’t hurt me!” she says again.

Collin turns slowly. His eyes are orange. His chest flexes,
and then his haunches, and in a flash of flesh he crosses the distance between
them and tackles Cass to the ground.

The air knocked from her lungs, Cass opens her mouth in a
silent cry. Collin plants his lips on hers and kisses her hard. She tastes his
sweat and it thrills her body awake, then past awake, to another plane of
attraction.

Before she can catch her breath Collin has flipped Cass on
to her stomach and torn her dress from the neck to the hem. He paws at her,
raking his nails down her back, and then grips her ass tightly, squeezing and
wringing her until her sex slicks open with each pull on her cheeks. He mounts
her, squeezing Cass’s ass between his huge, vice-like thighs. His cock is hard
and stiff, brushing against her ripe ass. She arches her back and tilts her
hips. She is deliciously dripping wet. She craves the ultimate penetration.

Collin pauses, and then slides a hand the base of Cass’s
neck. He grips her hair in a fist and pulls twice. His other hand dives down
hard against her sex and Cass finally screams deep into the night.

“Yes!”

Collin’s hand is wide and hot and urgent. He cups Cass’s
pussy until she can’t stand it. His fingers press against her clit and send
shockwaves along her spine. She writhes against him, panting with lust, sweat
pooling in the small of her back. Then he pulls his wet palm away, flexes his
hips back, and descends.

Collin jerks back on Cass’s hair just as his wide cock
plunges deep. He’s straddled her so tightly that her legs are squeezed
together, immobilized. She’s doubly tight under his firm grip, and she cries
out in delirious, joyful pain as he grinds down relentlessly and her pussy
strains to accept every rigid inch. He’s growling against her neck now. His
cock begins to rise and fall like a piston, and with every thrust his cock is
coated with more of her slickness. He surges deeper and deeper, his thighs
smacking hard against hers with a noise that echoes among the trees.

Cass wants to move, to toss herself wildly back at the
demonic beast ravaging her, but she’s powerless under his massive body. She
drops her head to the soft grass only to have it jerked up again. She cries out
deliriously, squeezing down on Collin each time he fills her completely,
feeling every inch of his throbbing heat.

Collin grunts as Cass begins to fuck back as best she can.
His sounds turn more and more frantic as their bodies smash together. He moves
like a being possessed, pummeling Cass into the turf as he pulls all the way
out and then pounds home again, and again, and again. He is swelling even
bigger, his cockhead wide, stretching Cass and pushing into her farthest
depths. She can’t breathe. He pushes her head into the grass and she tastes
warm soil. Something wells inside, in her very center, and Collin’s cock is
building up the sensation with each penetrating stroke.

Collin shouts and pulls even harder on her hair, yanking her
from the grass so violently and bending her backwards so quickly that all of
the muscles in Cass’s torso pull tight. Her breasts, ripe and taut, quiver and
surge under the constant pounding.

She can tell Collin is struggling to maintain control. She
feels it in every movement – he’s so overcome that he could break her in two.
He bares his teeth and Cass feels them against her neck. Cass arches against
him, wailing in ecstasy, and in that instant, she feels punctures in her neck
and sees flashes of faces – hers, Collin’s, and what can only be her wolf form
joining his – everything blending and mixing together as the pair thrashes
violently in the clearing.

Cass is rocked by the visions and the blinding, sheer joy
ravaging her core. Her legs shake uncontrollably as her innermost walls tense
and grip against Collin’s still-pounding cock. He’s relentless. He keeps one
hand sunk in her hair, grabs her wrists behind her back with the other, and
fucks Cass until the pure, intense heat in her spasming pussy overflows in a
wet, gushing explosion that triggers flashing spasms all throughout her depths.

Cass screams out toward the starless sky. The words are
unintelligible. She loses all control of her body. She’s entirely restrained by
Collin’s powerful grip, and all of the energy of the couple’s rutting focuses
in on the huge member penetrating deep into her gut. Cass goes limp in Collin’s
arms, half-comatose, as her body bucks of its own accord.

Collin holds Cass tight, keeping himself buried as deep as
possible, as she quakes against him. He lays her face-down on the grass and
tumbles backwards, overcome. When Cass regains her wits, she pushes herself up
and looks over her shoulder. Collin is on his back. His cock is rigid and shiny
in the dim light.

Despite the unconscionable power of what he’s done to her,
Cass wants more. She crawls toward him. Her pussy feels empty. She yearns to
have it filled again. Her mouth waters. She’s overcome with a supernatural
lust.

Collin’s eyes are closed. He pants hot breath into the night
air. She maneuvers between his legs and stops, her lips inches from the tip of
his cock. Her lips curve into a wild grin. She’s become an animal. Every sense
is heightened – she inhales deeply and smells
everything
: The stand of
wild spearmint twenty yards away. Her creamy cum sliding down Collin’s cock.
Blood. Grassy dandelions. Dirt. Salty sweet sweat.

She spreads her lips and drops her head, wrapping her mouth
around the first third of Collin’s member in one quick motion. His head snaps
up and he lets out a surprised shout.

“My God!”

Cass grins around his cock and sucks as she pulls her head
up. Then, she descends again, this time allowing his slippery girth to stretch
her cheeks wide and his cockhead to pulse against the back of her throat. He’s
gigantic, too big to take completely, but Cass pushes down until she’s past
halfway on his shaft. She works her tongue underneath, slurping noisily as she comes
up for air.

Collin is unable to stop watching. Cass works up and down
his member, lavishing him with her mouth. She enjoys pleasing him. Performing
for him. Her mouth is full and dripping with her juices and his slippery
pre-cum. It’s only when his balls tense and his abdomen begins to twitch that
she stops and slides forward. She presses her chest against him, working his
girth between her milky breasts until she’s slick with the night’s heady
lubrication.

Cass continues moving forward until she has Collin’s
shoulders pinned and her ready sex is brushing the tip of his cock. Her nipples
graze his chest as her breasts sway side to side.

“Ready?” she whispers, taunting him.

Then she drops her hips and takes his full length.

They both freeze, Collin fully embedded, and struggle to
process the instant rush of pleasure. Cass feels like a void has been filled.
Collin has stuffed her full, and she never wants to detach from him. She feels
his pulse in his cock. It matches hers, beat for beat. Collin sucks in a huge
breath and starts to throw his hips up, driving deeper, sending sparks of
lust-pain into Cass’s core. She rides him, grinding against his hard abs,
raising and slamming herself down with a fury she’s never known.

Collin is helpless under her. Cass fucks him like he fucked
her – ruthless, nearly cruel, unconcerned about the speedy rush of sensations
that are sending him high on to a cliff. He squeezes his eyes shut and howls as
he plunges over the edge. Cass feels his cockhead swell huge, and then he explodes
in a rush of hot cum. The first burst fires off deep in her cunt. The second
fills her, and by his third frantic spasm Collin’s seed is seeping out. Cass is
delirious with pleasure. Collin’s hot load triggers her again, sending her into
a whirlpool of dizzy pleasure, and she begins to seize against him as her body
is, for the second time, overcome.

Collin spasms against Cass a dozen times. She holds her
fierce grip on his shoulders, forcing him to lay prone while she works her hips
up and down and back and forth. Finally, she lifts herself off of him and spins
around, straddling his chest and descending on his quivering rod one more time.