“Oh god, Wyatt! Please, I can’t take it anymore! I need to feel you inside of me.” Callie couldn’t help but beg. Beg for release. Her skin felt as if it were stretched too tightly over her body, her mind had been reduced to a mass of confusion and need.

Wyatt’s mouth closed over her nipple, sucking the peak between his teeth. “You’re so fucking wet.” His finger slid below her panties to tease her clit.

“That’s it. Just a little bit more, please!” Her body trembled. Every nerve primed for release. She was so freaking close, she wanted to scream.

She wanted to scream even more when her eyes flew open to discover it had only been a dream. Just another second or two, Callie was certain that’s all it would have taken to reach her climax—even in her dream.

“Fuck. I can’t take it anymore.” Callie sprang from her bed and grabbed her robe. Feeling like she would suffocate if she didn’t get some fresh air, she headed for the back door, tiptoeing through the apartment so she didn’t wake her mom or Max.

“You shouldn’t be out here.”

Callie nearly jumped out of her skin. “What the fuck are you doing out here? You scared the hell out of me!”

Wyatt closed in on her fast, his eyes glowing with desire. “These dreams are driving me insane.”

Callie rolled her eyes and stretched out on one of the lounge chairs she used for tanning. “Yeah, me, too. How do we make them stop? I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in months.”

She’d given up on trying to figure out why she kept having the erotic dreams that kept her body tight and tense. Now it was time to figure out how the fuck to get rid of them so her life could go back to normal.

Wyatt sat next to Callie’s legs. “The only way to make the dreams stop is to complete the mating ritual. The sooner the better, but it must be before the full moon.”

“That’s not going to happen.” Her eyes roamed over his hard body. His black T-shirt clung to him like a second skin, outlining every ripple of tensed muscle. She tried to look away. It was the right thing to do. Especially since she’d just told him they wouldn’t be having sex, but damn—those arms of his. Completely and totally drool worthy.

“What was that about the full moon?” Callie asked as a growl rumbled in Wyatt’s throat.

“If we don’t complete the mating ritual by the full moon, my wolf spirit will separate from my body.”

Callie thought about it for a minute before answering. “So you’ll be human, then? Like me?”

“Not even remotely. I’ll be a pathetic piece of skin, lost and longing for the other half of my soul that’s been painfully ripped from my body. You’d think that I would just revert to being human, but you’d be wrong. We’re not born with only one soul housed in our bodies. We have two from the start. My beast is there even now. We communicate silently to one another when the situation calls for it, or when we want feedback from the other. I can’t imagine never speaking to him again. In fact, those who have suffered the tragedy of losing their wolf rarely survived. It’s almost a guarantee one will have a miserable death.”

Well, that didn’t sound like fun. No matter how much she was opposed to dating another wolf, it wasn’t something she wanted to happen to Wyatt. He seemed nice enough and all. She just really didn’t want another relationship like the one she’d had before.

“What is your wolf saying to you now?” She probably shouldn’t have asked, but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. In the short time that she’d known Wyatt, she had learned more about being a wolf than she ever had from Trevor. That was something she would have to file away to think about later.

Wyatt turned to face her. “He’s telling me to ease your frustration. To please you.”

Well, then… “I—uh, don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Is it not? Can you honestly tell me—especially after that last dream, that you wouldn’t want me to ease your tension?”

“I’m not having sex with you… right now.”

Wyatt arched an eyebrow at her statement. “Right now? But you plan to at some point?”

Callie scrambled to sit up from her reclined position. She couldn’t think straight with his woodsy scent surrounding her. “I didn’t say that. I mean—ugh.”

She didn’t know what the hell she meant or wanted. Her body felt like it had been wound too tight for too long.

“I can smell your arousal, Callie.” Wyatt leaned closer to her. His lips hovering above hers.

Thoughts of kissing him flashed through her mind. Once again, she wondered if he’d taste as good as he had in her dreams. Before she lost her courage, Callie wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in to find out.

His response immediate, his tongue plunged into her mouth, sweeping from side to side. Heat surged through her body and shot to her core. Wyatt, bless his heart, deepened the kiss when she moaned in his mouth for more. How could a single kiss consume her soul? She couldn’t care less at the moment, as long as the kiss continued.

Need surged through her when Wyatt untied her robe. She’d stop him at any moment, before they got too carried away.

She sucked in a deep breath when his hands dipped under her tank top, meeting bare flesh. Heat surged to her pussy when his callused hands caressed her breasts. Wyatt’s eyes met hers for a brief flash. His eyes glowing with need. There was no mistaking his hunger for her.

That knowledge alone sent trembles of desire through her. Sure, she’d had great sex with Trevor, but his eyes never glowed in the heat of the moment—not like Wyatt’s. The knowledge that Wyatt hungered for her with such intensity was an absolute turn on.

Any minute now she’d stop him. But—fuck, everything he did felt so freaking good.

 

 

 

***

 

Wyatt leaned into Callie, pressing her back against the lounge chair. He couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of her. Each moan, each groan of pleasure from his mate was like music to his ears, ratcheting up his desire.

He broke away from his mate to kiss and nibble on her neck. “You smell so fucking good.” His head dipped lower, trailing tiny kisses over her chest. He tweaked her nipple before teasing it with his tongue.

Wyatt sucked her pebbled nipple into his mouth, gently grazing it with his teeth. Her hands tunneled through his hair, her hips arched into him as he diligently paid equal attention to the other one.

Lord, have mercy.

God, the scent of his mate drove him wild. He needed to go slow with Callie, spooking her just wouldn’t do, which meant he’d have to exercise a bit of control. Something his wolf had no desire to do. If left up to the animal, he’d flip her over on her hands and knees so he could pound the ever-living fuck out of her, then sink his canines deep into her shoulder to complete the mating ritual.

For now, he’d have to settle with making tonight about his mate, seeing to her needs and desires while keeping him and his wolf in check.

With that thought in mind, he set out to pleasure his mate, anyway she would allow him.

The only thing separating him from what he wanted most was nothing more than a thin strip of cotton.

“Callie, I want to ease your suffering. Will you let me?” His hand inched down over her stomach.

Just a little bit lower.

He sucked her nipple a little harder, then pulled back suddenly, leaving her panting for more. Her hips arched again, placing his palm directly on her pussy. Wyatt damn near lost his mind when she brazenly repeated the action.

“Callie,” he warned.

“Yes—please. God, please make me come.”

Finally!

Alas, those were the words he’d longed to hear. Without waiting for further instruction, Wyatt slipped his hands under her panties and pulled them off in one swift motion. With lightning speed, he knelt down on the ground in front of her and pulled her legs over his shoulders.

“What are you—”

“I’ve been dreaming of tasting you. Literally.” And he had. Every damn night for months. Before she could offer any sort of protest, he swiped his tongue over her clit.

“Oh, god!” Callie moaned.

“That’s it, love. Sit back and relax. Let me take care of you.” His tongue slid over her clit once again.

“What if someone sees?” Her eyes darted back and forth across the lawn before settling back on Wyatt.

A lazy long lick down her pussy, then back up again.

This time her gaze held steady.

Good. He had her attention.

“No one will see what we are doing. Relax.”