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without words telling him what she wanted,what she needed.
    His hand moved faster over his shaft, stroking from base to tip. His balls grew

    tighter, hugging his body, throbbing, aching for release. Damn, he wanted his cock inside Shannon’s pussy, not in his hand. He wanted her on her knees, her bare ass spread before him, the lips of her cunt wet and ready for him to drive hard inside her. He needed to be inside her, and he would be. Everywhere. He’d take control of her and take her in every way possible.
    This wasn’t the way he wanted to do it, but he had no choice. Images of her doingthe same thing took front and center in his mind. Suddenly, she was driving herfingers into her wet pussy and fucking herself as he watched. Her free handroamed over her breasts, tugging at her nipples until they stood like sharp points. She thrust her hips against him, a silent invitation to take what he saw.
    With a loud groan, he came in hard, quick spurts, visions of shooting deep inside Shannon intensifying his orgasm. Spent, he lay there panting, wishing she werethere with him. He’d take her into his arms and hold her close, possessively,knowing then and there that she belonged to him.
    He stared outside, formulating his plan for the next several weeks.
    Sure as hell this scenario wasn’t going to work for long. The last thing he wantedwas to sniff around Shannon during the day and come back here at night torelease the sexual buildup. No, that was not how this was going to play out.
    He closed his eyes, hoping he could get a couple hours sleep before dawn. If hecould keep his mind off Shannon long enough to drift off.
    And yet, visions of her invaded his mind. In her bed, cream silk sheets caressingher body, her sable hair fanned out on her pillow. He felt her, almost as if hestood in her bedroom.
    He’d never sleep tonight.

    * * * * *

    Shannon shifted, burrowing further under the covers. A thick fog covered herbedroom, revealing only the wrought iron bed upon which she lay.
    A dream. Clearly she was asleep and having one of those   I’m dreaming and I

    know it but it feels real so I’m gonna enjoy it anyway   kind of dreams.
    Funny how in one’s dreams all senses heightened. The cool sheets rubbed againsther naked breasts, her nipples tingling in response. When she shifted, satin rubbedagainst her sex. Her pussy tightened, heated, that familiar and sweet sense ofarousal making her wish she wasn’t lying alone in the middle of her bed.
    The fog began to lift. Okay, so she wasn’t alone in her bed.
    The wolf, the one she’d seen outside the condo, lay at her feet.
    “Go away,” she hissed, as if the very act of saying   shoo   would have an impact on
    a wolf.
    Besides, this was a dream, and in her dreams she was in control, just the way sheliked her real life. It couldn’t hurt her in her dream.

    The wolf didn’t budge. Instead, a low growl emanated from its throat as ifresponding to her request to leave with   I’ll leave when I’m damn good and readyand not a minute before   .

    So now what? Were they going to have a staring contest? What the hell was thedamn wolf doing in her dream anyway? Why couldn’t she be having fantasies ofsome rich, handsome movie star sneaking into her bedroom at dawn and fuckingthe daylights out of her?
    The wolf stretched, then stood, creeping slowly between her outstretched legs. Itseyes glowed an eerie green and yellow. Okay, that was unusual, and yethauntingly familiar. Who had eyes that color?
    Oh, God. She knew.
    In the instant her mind made the connection, the wolf changed, becoming notquite human, yet no longer fully a wolf. And in that change she saw clear humancharacteristics that could only be attributed to one man. His face was more that ofa wolf’s than a man’s, his elongated snout and long tongue licking at his veryprominent teeth. But his body was a man’s, partially covered in fur, fingers morelike claws, but definitely a man’s body.
    A man’s naked