Endangered Species
Dreams

I was still laughing my ass off, hiding on the floor on the far side of the bed, when Cole came out of the bathroom. “Very fucking funny,” he said as we walked back to the closet. I sat up enough to see what the damage was. He’d reacted fast enough that most of the foam went into his shirt, which was probably why the shower was running. He had shaving cream in his hair, plus more smeared on his chest and pants. He must have wiped it off quickly with a towel. He was carrying two towels, one of which he tossed my way. “Any other IEDs I need to worry about?”

“Nah, you walked right into that one,” I said as I grabbed the towel.

He stood in front of the closet and surveyed the damage from my shaving cream bomb. “At least you moved my clothes out of the way first.” I’d pushed them into the corner to ensure more of it hit him. He started removing his shoes, wiping them off, and setting them aside. “Can you at least put the door back on?”

“Sure.” I’d gotten him good, and pushing it wouldn’t help. Better to let him cool down a little before my next prank revealed itself. I used the towel to wipe up the foam that had sprayed onto the bed and carpet first. I had the pins for the hinges, and he’d finished by the time the door was hanging again.

He was taking deep, calming breaths, but it didn’t help. I could see the effect my scent and proximity had on him. He was fighting for control with his wolf, and Cole Junior was up and ready for action. I reached for his towel, a tingle shooting up my arm as our fingers touched. I saw the lust in his eyes; he felt it too. “You should take a shower. You smell like Barbasol.”

“No kidding.” I walked to the hamper in the bathroom and tossed the towels in. I heard a frustrated scream from the bedroom and started laughing again. Coming back out, he was standing in front of the dresser. Clothes covered the floor and his feet.

“Seriously?”

“You left me here all day with nothing to do. What do they say about idle hands?”

He reached down to the carpet, grabbed a pair of shorts, and then stormed off to the bathroom. “Wait for your Mate, Dad said. She’ll be your other half, and she’ll be the perfect woman Luna made for you, Dad said. LUNA FUCKING HATES ME,” he screamed as he slammed the door shut.

“SHE HASN’T DONE ME ANY FAVORS EITHER,” I yelled back.

“I DON’T KNOW IF I SHOULD SPANK YOU OR MARK YOU AS MINE,” Cole yelled as he turned on the shower.

“YOU ALREADY DID, YOU ASSHOLE. BREEDER FUCKING TWO-EIGHT-SEVEN.” I wasn’t going to let him get around what he had done. While he showered, I put the drawer back in the right way and folded his clothes, putting everything back neatly. I carefully opened the other drawers and returned them to normal. Another prank might make him explode.

We both calmed down while he showered. When he came out, wearing only a pair of loose basketball shorts, I couldn’t help but admire his body. He froze by the door, looking at me from head to toe. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he said. “My head and heart are fighting, and I don’t know what to do. You aren’t what I expected.”

“I didn’t ask for any of this. If you don’t want me, say the words. Your sister explained how rejection works.”

The mention of that word made him panic. He moved quickly, pinning me to the dresser with his arms preventing my escape. His nose went to my neck, breathing in my scent. I was afraid he’d mark me without my consent. He didn’t touch me, but he was taking deep breaths. I figured out he was trying to calm down. “My problem is that I do want you, Angela. Your scent calls to me like nothing else. I want to hold you, claim you, and make love to you all night.”

“That’s not happening without my permission, and you don’t have that.”

“I know. I also want to take you over my knee, spank the sass out of you, and turn you into the passive and compliant mate I expected.”

“That won’t work. You can’t force me to be your mate, and you can’t hurt me. Your wolf won’t let you.”

His lips touched my shoulder, making me freeze. My body responded with a burst of arousal that I couldn’t stop. “My wolf wants to chase, dominate, and breed you. He wants you to run and rule by his side.”

“You can’t change me without my permission.”

“I know,” he said. He stood back up, moving his arms away. “We should get some sleep. There is a lot to talk about tomorrow.” He walked to the bed and slid under the covers, holding the sheets open for me to join him.

“I don’t think so. You and your raging hardon can sleep alone.” I walked around to the far side of the bed instead. I had a pillow and an extra blanket on the floor and laid down with my back to the wall.

He looked down at me, his face showing his disappointment. "I want you up here with me.”

“No. Everything you’ve said to me has been about you. It’s all about what YOU want! What YOU need! What YOUR Pack needs! What YOUR Goddess did to screw you over! You don’t give a shit about me. You can’t figure out how to turn me into the mate you expected, and it's driving you crazy. That’s why you ignored me all day.”

“It’s not like that.”

“You know nothing of me that your sister didn’t tell you. Hell, you haven’t even introduced yourself properly! I had to learn your name from your SISTER.”

“I was busy,” he objected.

“And you left me here as your prisoner until you had the time to breed me,” I replied. “I don’t sleep with the Prison Warden. Turn the fucking light off and go to sleep.”

For once, he did what I asked. Sleep didn’t come easily for either of us.

“I’m sorry,” I thought I heard before I finally dropped off.

I couldn’t escape Cole, even in sleep. In my dreams, we were together in a fancy bedroom overlooking the ocean. He was in bed, still a little wet from the shower. His eyes lit up as he saw me. “You look amazing like that,” he said.

I walked to the bed, and his hand reached out for me. His fingers spread out over my belly. I looked down, seeing it rounded in pregnancy. “I need you, Cole.”

“I love you, Angela.” He flipped the covers back, exposing that muscled chest and narrow waist. I leaned over, licking his nipple as his hand went down my back. I moaned in pleasure as his hand traveled down to cup my ass. I crawled onto the bed, kissing my way down his chest and abdomen until I reached his shorts. I pulled the drawstring open, then pushed the waistband down so I could free him. I laid with my head on his stomach, my lips inches from the tip of his impressive cock. My hand reached out, my fingertips running along it before moving to cup his balls. I heard him moan in anticipation and smiled. My hand moved back up, gently gripping him at the base. My fist didn’t cover half the length as I moved the tip towards my lips. My tongue snaked out, licking the fluid already leaking out in anticipation.

“Angela?”

I took the head into my mouth, moaning with the taste.

His hand shook my shoulder. “ANGELA!”

I opened my eyes, jerking back from him as I woke up. I could taste him in my mouth, and my hand still circled his rock-hard shaft. I scrambled back, my legs tangling in the covers. I fell off the bed, landing hard on the carpeting. I was panicking as I freed my legs. What the hell just happened?

Cole looked just as confused as he turned on the bedside light. “I didn’t do anything,” he protested. “I woke up to replace you in my bed with me. I needed to know you’d changed your mind about mating before we went any further.” He pulled up his shorts to cover himself.

I grabbed my blanket and pillow and headed to the bathroom. I could feel my sex dripping with need; the dream had seemed real because I was playing along in real life. I’d wanted Cole badly, and if he hadn’t woken me, I’d have taken him in my sleep.

Sleepfucking.

Melanie wasn’t kidding about the bond fucking with my head. I closed the door. “I’m sorry, Angela. Come back to bed.”

“I didn’t get in bed because I didn’t trust you around me. Now I can’t trust ME around you. I’ll sleep in here.” I turned the lock, laid out my blanket and pillow on the floor, and tried to go back to sleep.

It didn’t go well. It wasn’t just my head spinning about what just happened. I was still horny as a billy goat, and rubbing my thighs together made it worse. I pushed my shorts down and slid a finger down; I was slick and ready. It took less than thirty seconds to frig myself to a powerful orgasm.

I couldn’t stop the moan, nor could I keep Cole from appearing in my thoughts as it broke. I closed my eyes in pleasure, easing myself back down.

I heard a whine at the door, loud sniffs, and nails scratching. “Goodnight, Cole.”

I heard him lay down, his nose at the base where he could smell me. No one would hurt me with my wolf protecting me. With that, I went back to sleep.