My dream is perfect. Cinnamon apple cake surrounds me as I hold Claire against my chest, gentle words falling out of her lush mouth.
“Take a massage course so she never has to get touched by a masseuse again, huh?” she asks in my dream and I hum, it seemed like a very reasonable thing to do. “Get cheesy department store photos that she’ll hang up in the living room? I think I’m going to hold you to both of these.”
It’s then that I blink my eyes open and realize it’s not a dream at all. Claire sits on my bed, wearing a tiny silk negligee, as she reads my list. Her scent is the only one wrapped around her and I’m thankful that she isn’t seeping Forrest’s scent into my bed.
I yank the list from her hands, and she laughs.
“I already read all of it, well minus this line. Your handwriting is kind of sloppy,” she says and I look over the list.
“It says that I want to take you to my grandma’s house in Georgia and take you to the aquarium to see all the sea puppies.”
“I’d love that. I guess we’re even now with the whole vision board thing.”
“Well, maybe I’ll cross some things off since they’re no longer a secret,” I joke and she slides under the covers with me, and I can’t help but to pull her closer to my body. One arm rests behind her neck and the other wraps around her waist.
Despite myself, I can’t help but to stare down at her newly formed bond mark with Forrest. My first instinct is envy and irritation, but hopefully it doesn’t show on my face. I’m working on my new pack mindset, no matter how difficult it is.
“You wouldn’t dare,” she scolds and I turn to face her more directly, my gaze stuck to her bond mark like a damn magnet.
“How was it?” I ask in a raspy voice.
“Do you really want to know?” she asks, and I nod. “Incredible, almost perfect.”
“Did something go wrong?”
“No. Everything was a dream. It’s just my last bond mark is missing and you know how impatient I can be,” she says, while straddling my lap. “I definitely should torture you some more, but not with this. I always pictured you in my pack, Elliot. To me there was never a version of my future where you weren’t in it. Going on the cruise was a way to get you out of my system and try to move on, but I never completely did. Even as my feelings for Forrest and Wells grew, that future just got more and more clear and no matter how hard I tried, you were still a part of my dream.”
I swallow thickly as she stares down at me with her serene eyes that I could get lost in.
“I was meant to be on that ship and you were meant to come chasing after me. Me, you, Forrest, and Wells, it’s kismet and I don’t want to wait another second.”
My hands glide along her thighs, lightly squeezing.
“This doesn’t feel real sometimes,” I tell her honestly.
“I know, but it is,” she whispers as she grabs the hem of my shirt and drags it up my abdomen. Her nails slightly scratch theskin, making my breath hitch and my muscles clench. “I have the pack I’ve always wanted, living under the same roof together. You have two pack brothers that you’re being a very good boy toward. You have me in all ways but one.”
I slide my hands up her thighs, squeezing her ass, grinding her down harder against my rigid length.
“Are you going to let me mark you, baby? Finally make you mine?” I ask her, thrusting against her pussy.
“I think you should beg me a little more,” she says breathlessly.
“Please Claire, let me bond you. Let me have what I’ve denied myself for so long.”
“Better.” She’s trying to be stern with me and failing, and I can’t help but to find it endlessly charming. This is how Claire and I work. If teasing were a love language, it would be ours.
“You could sit on my face and I could prove to you with my tongue how desperate I am for you.”
She doesn’t answer with words, just slides her body up my chest, her thighs bracketing my face. I’m about to use my fingers to move her silk panties to the side when she grabs my wrist and places it back on her perfectly round ass.
“Tongue only,” she demands and I groan, dragging the ridge of my nose against her silk-clad cunt.
There’s already a damp spot on the material and I use my tongue to make it even wetter. The motion has Claire putting more of her weight on my face. I moan against her warm center, lapping up her slick and using my tongue to push the material to the side.
Claire lets me struggle with it, not offering to move her panties to the side or letting me use my hands. It has my cock weeping with need.
The anticipation of what’s going to happen next is enough to have my hips bucking against nothing, begging for friction. Idon’t give up, but every time I finally move the silk to the side, it shifts back over. Frustrated, I take the material between my teeth and pull, ripping it, and giving me access to lap up her dripping slick.