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

once,
then grinned and crawled up his body until she sat on his face.
    His chuckle
vibrated against her thigh. “Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled back and then licked her.
She arched her back and sucked in a surprised breath. Dear Lord, the wolf had
one talented tongue.
    The sofa was
only a foot in front of her, so she reached out and clung to a couch cushion as
Knox separated her pussy folds and lapped at her clit. She bit her lip and
squeezed her legs around the sides of his head.
    He latched a
hand around her thigh and tugged her loose. Worried she might’ve been
suffocating him, she glanced down and apologized. But he merely grinned. “This
is for you, baby. Spread ’em wide for me.”
    She tried. He
helped her, lifting her legs in his hands so she sat suspended above him,
resting solely on his forearms, nearly doing the splits above him as he ate her
pussy, humming his approval and diving his tongue deep into her vagina before
coming out to bat at her clit.
    She strained,
feeling a mighty orgasm mount. “Oh, God, Knox. It’s coming. It’s coming. Oh…”
    She screamed.
She simply opened her lungs and let it all out. Restless yet unable to move her
legs to alleviate any of the pressure, she felt the entire release flood out of
her cunt, so strong she could only wail as she swamped his tongue with her
flavor.
    Once she
finished, she collapsed her face into a fluffy cushion and concentrated on
breathing. Knox set her on the carpet next to his shoulder and sat up so he
could cuddle his chest to her vertebrae and kiss her hair. Smoothing his
fingers around her waist, he softly stroked the womanly swell of her belly
until he moved north to cup her weighty breasts.
    “You’re mine
now. You realize that, don’t you?”
    Jaycee closed
her eyes and pressed her cheek deeper into the cushion. “If only I could be
yours in reality.”
    For a moment he
was quiet, silently petting her. When he said, “You can. All you have to do is
wake up,” his voice was hoarse and almost afraid.
    Jaycee lifted
her head from the couch and turned to look at him. His large, brown doe eyes
were full of uncertainty. Cupping his cheek, she smiled. “Then take me to bed,
lover. The faster I wake up, the sooner my dreams can come true and we can
really be together.”
    He grinned and
pressed his forehead to hers. “ Our dreams; not just yours.”
    He pulled back,
slipped his arms around her, and lifted her off her feet. Jaycee yelped and
latched her arms around his neck. She wanted to warn him that she wasn’t a
feather pillow. But he carried her with such ease to her bedroom, she figured
her weight wasn’t a problem.
    After laying
her on her mattress, he covered her with his hot body instead of a blanket.
Settling on top of her, he sighed and buried his face in her throat. “For
twenty years,” he murmured, “I’ve searched for a place to belong. And finally,
here in your arms, I feel as if I’ve come home.”
    Jaycee stroked
his black hair, frowning over the sadness behind his words. “What happened
twenty years ago?”
    He sighed out a
mournful sound, as if simply remembering his history hurt. When he pulled back
to meet her gaze, she saw a haunted past in his eyes. “I’m an anomaly, Jaycee.
A freak. Not just because I’m a shifter. I’m an outsider to them too.”
    Her lips
parted. “I don’t see a freak. How are you a freak?”
    He sighed
again. “I’m three-fourths wolf shifter and…and one-fourth stag shifter.”
    “Stag,” she
repeated the word, suddenly realizing where his big chocolate-brown eyes came
from. “You mean, a deer. You’re a deer as well as a wolf.”
    He nodded.
    When she pushed
against his chest, his eyes flared with surprise, but he pulled back, allowing
her to sit up.
    She tentatively
touched his chest, awed. “Show me.”
    His brows
crinkled with confusion, but he nodded and shifted. It happened instantly. One
moment he was a man, and the next a deer stood beside her bed.
    She gasped. “Oh
my God.