TRIPPIN’
Aries
My eyes pop open. My alarm is going off, letting me know it is 5:00 am. I release a deep breath and wipe my hands over my face. I did not have a restful sleep. I haven’t had a restful sleep in days and it’s starting to catch up with me. I’m usually a morning person, but right now I want to pull the covers over my head and go back to sleep. Suddenly, I realize there is a warm body lying beside me. I sigh as I remember the previous night and nudge the sleeping female beside me gently. Her name is Melinda. Mel for short. She begins to move and stretches before slowly opening her eyes and smiling up at me.
“What’s wrong babe? I haven't tired you out enough already?” Mel asks.
She runs the tips of her fingers up and down my arm softly. I give her a half smile and shake my head.
“No, Mel. I’m about to hop in the shower and get ready for this morning’s training sessions. You might want to do the same thing.”
“Is that an invitation to join you? In the shower?” Mel asks seductively.
I’m now sitting on the side of my bed with my back turned to her and my forearms resting on my knees. Mel walks her fingers up my spine until she reaches the nape of my neck and plants a soft kiss there. I stand up.
“Not really. I just don’t want you to be late. I’ll see you at the training grounds, okay?” I answer bluntly.
I’m not trying to be an *ss. I just want some time alone this morning. I need time to think and to try and make sense of the dreams I’ve been having. I need time to remember my mystery girl’s face and replay her words in my mind. Mel was a great distraction last night, but I’m not seeking a distraction this morning. I need her to get the hint and go back to her room.
“Fine. I know when I’ve overstayed my welcome.”
As if she’s read my mind, Mel gets out of my bed and begins collecting her clothes. She slips on her panties and then makes her way to the door.
“Um, aren’t you going to put the rest of your clothes on?” I ask her curiously.
“For what? My room is only two doors down and I’m just going to strip back down to shower. See you in 30 minutes, lover boy.”
Mel gives me a quick kiss on my cheek and saunters out of my room with her bundle of clothes clutched close to her bare chest and her head held high. I can hear a few male wolves whistle at her in the hallway.
“Keep it respectful fellas.” I say in my most authoritative voice, even though I know the last thing Mel needs is my protection. Along with me, she’s one of the top warriors in our pack and is more than capable of putting any of these males properly in their place. Both verbally and physically.
“Don’t worry, Aries. The next person that whistles will have the honor of me ripping their entire jaw from their face. Anyone interested??” Mel says loudly as she pauses in front of her room door and takes a look around. There’s complete silence.
I laugh out loud and retreat into my room. I walk into the bathroom and turn the shower water on. Nothing but steaming hot water. I love the scorching heat on my skin. A mixture of pain and pleasure. I close my eyes and imagine her face. Last night, the dream was the most vivid it’s ever been and I’m able to recall very specific details of my mystery maiden. Her dark brown, long curly hair. Her flawless, light brown skin. Her captivating, hazel eyes that were sprinkled with flecks of green. Her beautiful mouth…gawd that mouth. The things I want to do with her lips. I open my eyes and look down at my rock hard d*ck. I wrap my hand around it and squeeze. I can not believe I’m getting turned on by a non-existent fantasy girl. I just f*cked one of the sexiest females in my pack last night, but even she doesn’t cause my body to react the way this dream girl does. I place my free hand on the shower wall in front of me, lean forward and close my eyes again. I begin to stroke myself fervently. I have built up desires that I need to expel from my body. I imagine my dream girl in my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist. I can almost feel her lips on mine and hear her voice begging me to hold on. D*mn! I want her to be real so badly. Have I lost my mind? Has my personal life reached an all-time low for me to be lusting so hard for an imaginary person? A growl escapes my throat as I release my seed, spurting it on the shower wall and floor. f**k! What is wrong with me? I wash my body quickly and get out of the shower. After drying myself, I slip on some hoop shorts with a plain white t- shirt, my usual workout/training fit, along with my running shoes. Checking the time, I rush out of my room so I won’t be late for training. I’m very big on being punctual and as a lead warrior I always strive to set the best example for the other warriors. I also have training classes for the younger wolves, mostly for the purposes of self-defense, and I teach them the same values I instill in my warriors.
“Hey Aries! Wait up!”
I look over my shoulder and see my best friend, Lincoln, running to catch up with me. I don’t slow down my pace to wait for him, but eventually he catches up and continues to jog beside me. I look down at my watch and shake my head disapprovingly.
“I don’t have time for you bullsh*t this morning Linc, so don’t start.” I warn.
Out of the corner of my eye I can see a sly smile forming on Lincoln’s face. I don’t know how he and I have managed to sustain this friendship. He is definitely the complete opposite of me in so many ways. There are the obvious physical features. His fair skin, strawberry blonde hair, icy blue eyes and freckled face is a major contrast to my deep, dark chocolate skin, jet black hair, and dark gray eyes. Whereas I am more serious, focused and disciplined, Lincoln is a humorist, easily distracted and quite the rule bender.
“Fine. I’ll keep the details of my exciting night with four, yes I said four, vivacious and extremely eager she-wolves to myself. I will not bother telling you that two of the four ladies were twins. TWINS! Dear goddess, the way those two work together…you should have them come speak to your training classes about teamwork. They have a wonderful grasp of the concept,” he says excitedly.
We’ve reached the main outdoor training ground and I see that most of my younger warriors have already arrived and are doing laps around the perimeter. I like to see them taking the initiative and starting their warm ups without me having to prompt them. Lincoln stands beside me with his arms crossed and a ridiculous smile on his face. He’s obviously still reveling in the afterglow of his wild night.
“I’m surprised you’re still able to find new females to sleep with. Where did you find the twins? They aren’t from our pack are they?”
I begin doing my stretches as more warriors arrive.
“Of course not. They are from the Blue Mountains Pack. They are here visiting their cousin.” Lincoln answers proudly.
I lift an eyebrow.
“Have you slept with the cousin before?” I ask, even though I already know the answer.
“Yes, and I did again last night. It was quite a family affair. You should have been there!”
I release a deep sigh and shake my head.
“No. I’m glad I was not there. Just be careful how you move with these females. One day you may find your fated mate and she’ll learn you were a male w***e. Even worse, you may end up sleeping with whoever is my fated mate before I do.”
Lincoln begins to stroke his chin thoughtfully and then another devilish smile breaks out across his face.
“Now that would be an interesting predicament,” he laughs.
I give Lincoln an exasperated look. He’s such an *ss sometimes. He could care less about settling down with one mate when he can fill his nights, and his bed, with multiple ones.
“I had the same dream again last night.” I blurt out suddenly.
“Go on…” Lincoln prompts.
He’s an *ss, but he’s a good listener.
“I could make out her entire face and body. I think I even remember her scent. This is really becoming insane.”
“So you would know her if you saw her in person. Outside of your dreams, would you be able to identify her?” Lincoln asked.
“I believe so, but the thought that this person actually exists is ridiculous, right? I mean, haven’t you ever dreamed about a person that you did not know and never met?”
This is such a silly conversation to have, but I appreciate my friend humoring me and not passing judgment.
“Yeah, I have, but not the same dream over and over again for weeks. Definitely not anything as intense as rescuing someone being chased by a group of ravenous wolves. What’s more interesting is the fact this dream evokes so many emotions for you. Very interesting indeed, my dear friend. Ah! Look at the time. You’re late starting training. Tsk. Tsk.”
Lincoln jogs off towards the gymnasium where he leads another training session for some of our older members that want to stay in shape and prepared. It’s mostly made up of females that have either lost their mates or were never mated. They enjoy flirting with him and the compliments he showers on them. I originally assigned Lincoln the class to keep him busy but it’s turned out to be extremely beneficial . I don’t get a chance to respond, but Lincoln is right. These dreams were bringing out feelings in me that I did not understand. I can not explain the pull I feel towards this dream girl. I can not explain the need I feel to protect her and how good it feels to hold her in my arms. These feelings are not real though. They are fabricated from an experience I have not actually had. I need to find a way to stop these dreams and get back to my reality and I think I know a person who can help me do just that.