My Serbian Wolf

Something jarred Rebecca from the sweet abyss of a dream. Perhaps it was a chill, or even a ghost. Uneasiness settled over her like an uncomfortable wet blanket until she gained her bearings. Once fully awake, she discovered she was no longer in her own home, but Niko’s realm.

Smiling, Rebecca inhaled the rich, masculine scent of her mate. Her body ached for him, and she wondered where he had ventured off to. The large, four-post bed on which she lay made her feel as though it would swallow her up at any given moment. She turned over on her side, allowing a gasp to escape her lips as the large black and silver fur tickled her sensitive skin. She grimaced as she gazed at the oval shaped window etched within the gray stone walls. The harsh Serbian elements caused her to shudder. She wrapped the furs around her body as a cold breeze seeped into the room, chilling her to the bone.

Tempted to glimpse out the window, Rebecca gathered the furs around her body and tiptoed across the cold dirt floor of the castle. As always, the sight that lay before her was breathtaking. She marveled at the beautiful snow capped mountains cleverly set against a beautiful sunset. A blanket of snow covered the ground and trees, sparkling within the light of the brilliant sun. To her, the scene resembled an oil painting, only this was created from The Almighty, Himself. Peace of mind presented itself to her as she recalled a distant memory of admiring the beauty of a scene such as this many lifetimes ago.

Clutching the bed furs close, Rebecca shivered as she returned to the warmth of the bed. The cold air hardened her chocolate nipples, causing the silk to feel harsh against them. Candles adorned the room, and the cold air caused the flames to sway in a smooth, fluid motion in such a strange, hypnotizing way. It was no secret. Once again, she’d been thrust into an alternate reality.

A growl made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Chills skittered down her spine, causing goose bumps to erupt over her flesh. The bed sat adjacent to the entrance of the room, and within the doorframe, she caught a glimpse of Niko’s large silhouette. From what she could see, his eyes appeared to be silver, or perhaps the candlelight played tricks upon her eyes.

Seeking more warmth, Rebecca tucked the furs closer to her body. Her breath escaped her as the wolf man moved closer into view, leaning against the stone wall. Silver eyes pierced her soul, and her pussy clenched in anticipation. Hot cream flooded her silk panties when Niko finally came into full view, snatching her breath away like a thief in the night.

She smiled. “I’ve missed you.” Her pulse quickened, and her clit throbbed. She ached with want at the thought of his hardened body slipping and sliding against hers.

“And I’ve missed you, ljubavnica.”

Rebecca swallowed hard as the large, muscular man, who stood at six-foot-three, appeared to float into the room. His clothes were not of this time, but that of thirteen-eighty-nine Serbia. Every time Rebecca saw him, many memories invaded her psyche, causing her to remember their past lives together. Tonight, he wore a blood red wool shirt, and black cotton knickers that were pretty damned form-fitting against his chiseled body.

His features appeared to be carved from stone and adorned with telltale signs of his age, sending her blood pressure through the roof. To Rebecca, he looked to be in his early to mid-forties, but she knew Niko to be centuries old. Gray streaks were prominent throughout his black, shoulder length hair. Rebecca shuddered, not from the cold, but from eyes as black as obsidian, possessing ancient unspoken secrets and forbidden carnal pleasures.