Her One and Only

Sleep Talking

Nyght’s gaze falls onto me. I’m stepping out of the bathroom after a shower, a towel loosely draped around my body, tucked between my breasts and held by a single hand in the center of my chest. She’s laying on our bed, in a home we built. Her hair is dark brown, almost black - her natural color. I can see her black bra straps, but a white sheet methodically covers what I want to see.

She looks me up and down, her golden hazelnut eyes gleaming with love and hunger. She smiles, her white teeth brightening the room ever-so-slightly. Before I know it I’m walking towards her, dropping my towel as soon as I reach our bed. She lunges towards me, but not for s*x. She grabs either side of my face and kisses me gently, but passionately. I feel her lips curl into a smile against mine.

Her hands drop from my face and instead they run up along my hips and ribs, gently caressing every bump and curve. Before she can wander too far, I grab her around the waist and pull her petite body against mine. I’m quite a bit taller than her and far stockier than she is. Her beautiful curves feel like silk in my hands. I reach one hand down and cup her perfect ass. We share a passionate kiss in this position, her hands in my wet hair, and my tongue in her mouth.

I lay her on the bed, and take her in for a moment. She’s wet, I can smell it. Her scent is intoxicating. I look down at her perfect mound to see it covered by a lace thong. I reach one finger under the string of her delicate panties. “This just won’t do, no thong can keep me from you or your delicious center,” I whisper into her ear. With one hand I reach into her thong, at first only caressing her outer labia. I feel her heart pound against my chest, I can feel her want for me growing. I take my middle finger and rub her opening. Teasing her gently and feeling her moisten. Her breath quickens.

“I’m yours, Miles,” she breathes.

I feel a rumble in my chest. My wolf wants her for eternity.

I want her for eternity.

I lose control.

I lick up her neck, being careful to not be too wet. I find myself behind her left ear, getting drunk off her scent.

“Mark her..” my wolf dares.

I take my finger away from her opening and prepare myself.

In one swift motion I rip the simple thong in half to get to her. I place my hand gently against her and center my middle and right ring finger at her opening.

“I’m in love with you, Nyght.”

I plunge myself into her and mark her neck simultaneously.

I taste her blood just slightly, I don’t want to hurt her but every wolf on this planet needs to see my mark on my mate. She lets out a loud and passionate moan as I thrust into her, over and over.

“Miles, please. Oh my gods, Miles!”

She moans over and over again, clenching against my hand and pulling me further into her.

She grabs the back of my head and kisses me, moaning into my mouth and exploring my tongue with her own.

I curve my fingers gently to hit her g-spot and thrust harder into her.

Her loud moans quickly become screams of pleasure, she’s unable to speak.

The screams become heavy breathing and softly she pleads “oh, Miles, please. Finish me.”

I pick up one of her beautiful legs and place it on my shoulder. I switch fingers, using my middle and pointer finger now. I thrust quickly in and out of her, sometimes curving, sometimes just going deeper.

I feel her begin to tighten, and her scream moans come back.

“Oh gods Miles, I’m cuming!”

I feel her burst into my hand, and I take my fingers out of her pulsing mound. I take this moment to kiss down from her mark, taking my time on her more sensitive areas, until I reach her warm, wet center. I look into her golden eyes, and see her pleading for me to give her a break, but who doesn’t clean up a mess the moment they make it?

I slip my tongue into her soft core. She’s sweet, with a salty tang. It’s perfect. Her hand grips my hair as I lick up and down her pink slit, and she rocks her hips up into my mouth. I clean her up thoroughly, and decide it’d be rude to not finish her. Again, that is. I thrust my tongue into her once more, rubbing her red little clit with my pointer finger at the same time. I switch to licking her clit rapidly, and thrust into her hard with my other hand. She cums more quickly this time, moaning “I love you, Miles” over and over again until she’s fully climaxed. Her moans get louder, even though she’s finished. The colors of the room fade, and everything gets brighter suddenly.

My eyes open.

I was dreaming.

Why do I still hear her moans?

Nyght POV

I’m woken from my dream by Miles shaking me.

“Nyght. Nyght, wake up you’re talking in your sleep.”

I blink a few times.

“Hey! Good morning, are you okay?”

I keep blinking slowly, and nod once.

She laughs. “Good, you were yelling so loudly I was worried someone snuck in.”

I close my eyes, and hear her walk out a few seconds later.

Wait. I was talking in my sleep? During a s*x DREAM?!

My eyes snap open and I throw my hair up, put on some sweat pants to cover my lacy sleep shorts.

I find Miles making a cup of coffee, and decide to play it cool.

“Good morning, Miles!” I smile calmly to her, trying not to raise suspicion.

She smiles in return, and we make eye contact. Her eyes dart to my neck, and her brow furrows.

“Good morning, what happened to your neck?” she asks.

I bring my hand up and touch my upper neck.

“I’m not sure, it feels like a bite mark.”

Her eyes widen.

“Really? That’s weird.”

It is weird…

“It’s even weirder considering I had a dream about getting bitten in that exact place,” I rub my neck while talking.

Miles takes a swallow of coffee and chokes.

“Oh woah, are you okay?” I pat her back gently while she coughs.

She sets her coffee down, gives herself one good pat on the chest, and recovers.

“That does make it weirder.”

Anticlimactic.

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Miles POV

After the rudest awakening I’ve ever received, I decide to make myself a cup of coffee and start the day. Not long after I put in my reusable coffee pod, I hear Nyght come trodding in.

“Good Morning, Miles!” she grins.

Before I’m able to respond I notice a red mark on Nyght’s neck, it looks fresh- and painful.

“Good morning, what happened to your neck?”

She brings her hand up to her neck and raises a single eyebrow.

“I’m not sure, it feels like a bite mark.”

I feel my eyes widen.

Is that from me?!

“Really? That’s weird.”

“It’s even weirder considering, ” I take a sip of my freshly brewed coffee, “I had a dream about getting bitten in that exact place.”

I lose my sip of freshly brewed coffee.

Nyght immediately comes to my aid, unfortunately for me.

My head is racing with thoughts.

Did I sleepwalk?

Is she possessed?

Did someone break in?

Does she know?

Did she have the same dream?

I get my sh*t together and muster a response;

“That does make it weirder.”

She gives me a bored nod, and fixes a cup of coffee for herself.

“So, you have any weird dreams last night?” she asks, at once again the worst time.

I choke on another sip of coffee and this time she meets me with laughter. She smiles the way she did in my dream.

Her teeth are so perfect and her smiley piercing adds so much.

Her smiley is the only one she has, but I can see a scar on her left nostril too. She mentioned something about doing them herself because it’s dangerous for wolves to go to human tattoo parlors.

She sits down with me at the kitchen table.

“I had one but you woke me up from it with your yelling!” I joke.

Her eyes widen.

“I forgot about my sleep talking,” she says in a low voice.

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