Just a Rogue

Amelia

While we’re helping Corinne get ready to face a terrifying ordeal, I feel almost guilty to be also sensing my mate’s happiness. He was sad about Evan, he’s concerned for Corinne, but his love and joy just pour out of him and flood into me through our bond. It bolsters me, uplifts me, gladdens me. We aren’t speaking, not in words, but our love is constantly shining in my mind.

I’m glad when I know that he is telling his parents about us, and even though he doesn’t give me a lot of details, I know that he is happy about the conversation they are having. I am looking forward to meeting them. A bit nervously, I admit, but Dom bravely faced the parent meeting for me, so I’ll do the same for him whenever we get the chance.

We get all of our errands run by mid-afternoon, including dropping off the bag of clothes for Corinne. The others wait in the car while I pop out and bring it into the shelter in Arcata, and hand it off to our agent there. She’s already received her instructions, and knows that the clothing is to be washed at least twice, and not handled by any wolves. Only human staff are to touch it. Also, a cot is to be prepared with bedding that is only touched by human staff. “She’ll be here in the morning,” I tell her quietly before going. Janine has decided that since we have all the supplies we need, we’ll put everything together tonight, and tomorrow Corinne can begin her task.

In the car on the way home, we are all silent, thinking our own thoughts, and it allows me to concentrate on the sweet feelings coming from Dom. It is just a very gentle sense of his contentment and affection, a sort of sleepy backdrop to my thoughts.

Suddenly, though, it changes.

An intense image powerfully floods my mind. Clearly Dom is sending a picture to me, but this is more powerful, and more pornographic, than anything he has tried before. I gasp out loud as I see his beautiful and muscular body standing naked and erect before me. Then I feel him seizing hold of me, backing me into a wall, plunging his tongue into my mouth, and his dick into my body, and every part of me starts flushing and throbbing. It feels so real to me.

I’ve completely lost track of where I really am until I hear Corinne ask, “Are you okay?”

I glance over at her, shocked to find myself still in the car, even though I can almost literally feel Dom’s hands on me, grabbing my breasts, I can feel him moving in and out of me, and I am completely disoriented and aroused. I’m breathing too heavily to respond.

Darlene glances behind, first at Corinne who is staring at me, then at me. Even as distracted as I am, I see her eyes widen. She turns back to Janine, and says, “Step on it, Luna, I think Amelia has been away from her mate long enough.”

Janine glances over at Darlene, and seems to know exactly what is going on.

Well, I sure don’t. All I know is that I feel like I am currently having sex with my mate, and I don’t know why he is flooding my mind with these images and sensations, but I can’t stop them, and I don’t want to. All I want is to lose myself in the experience, and can hardly stop myself from reaching down between my legs and rubbing. I suppose I should be embarrassed but I am too overwhelmed with what he is thinking, and how he is making me feel.

As we are pulling past the packhouse towards the garage, Darlene suggests to Janine, “Why don’t you drop Amelia off here?”

I can’t thank them, or ask why, or look to see how Corinne is perceiving this. I can’t do anything but stumble out of the car the moment it stops, and head straight to the back staircase leading down to my basement room.

When I open the door and get inside, everything comes clear to me. He is asleep on my bed. On our bed. He is lying on his side, facing away from the door, but he is clearly dreaming, twitching and stirring in his sleep. I know exactly what he is dreaming about. That’s why the images he’s been sending me are so clear, and so graphic. He’s not even doing it on purpose.

Well, what I’m about to do will be on purpose.

Dominic

In my dream I am grabbing her everywhere, squeezing, tasting, thrusting. I am standing with her pushed up against the wall, and her legs wrap around my waist, and I hold her ass with my hands, supporting her, and I keep plunging in over and over and over again, and she kisses me wildly and her arms are wrapped around my shoulders as I keep thrusting….

Then somehow her hand is also reaching around me from the back, right into my pants, grabbing my dick, and her teeth are lightly biting my ear, and I hear her growling at me just a little….

And I’m so confused. The dream scene fades, but she’s still here, I’m still thrusting, her hand is on me, and it isn’t a dream any more.

I awaken to her groping me almost violently from behind. I am so horny from my intense sex dream that I’m almost coming already. She rolls me over so that I am on my back, squinting up at her in the afternoon sunlight shining from behind her through the high windows on her basement wall, as she sits up on top of me.

Oh my god is she naked? I’m not entirely sure if I’m still dreaming, but I’m going with it. She is reaching down to unfasten my pants and free my dick, and it springs out, eager for her, and she lowers herself onto me while I rear up into her, and I thrust and thrust and thrust, and my dream has come true.

When she lowers her head and lightly bites against the mark on my neck I lose all control and ejaculate explosively into her, while she shrieks the little noises that she makes when she comes.

She collapses onto my chest, and I reach my arms around her and just hold her. We are both utterly drained from our sudden and intense bout of lovemaking. It takes a few minutes to calm down, then she rolls to the side and rests her head on my shoulder.

“Hello,” she says, with a wry tone in her voice.

I chuckle. “Did that really just happen?” I’m still a little confused.

“Do you even know what you did?” she asks.

I lift my head and look down at her naked body. I’ve still got all my clothes on except just my pants are unfastened and my dick is out, all happy and relaxed after getting his way.

“Um, judging from the evidence, I’d say that this is what you did. You’re the one who got naked and jumped on me!”

She laughs. Then she sends me a very clear image of herself in the back seat of the car, receiving a perfect mental video stream of the sex dream I had been having.

“What?” I start laughing and gasping at the same time. “Did you - could you - was I -”

“You were sending me your dream,” she smirks up at me. “Every dirty detail of your dream, while I was in the car with the Lunas, and I think they could tell what was happening. They drove back as fast as they could and dropped me off right outside the basement stairs.”

Holy crap! Really? “Uh, were you, like, um, how could they tell?”

“It felt very real to me,” she says, “and I’m not sure I am ever going to be able to face them again.” She doesn’t sound mad, I think she thinks it’s a little funny.

Mmmm. Really? I made her all horny just by dreaming about her? “What did you do?” I want all the details.

“What do you think I did?” she asks. “It made me start breathing heavy, and I got all hot and distracted. I could literally feel what you were doing to me.”

Listening to her describe it is making me get hard again, just imagining her participating in my dream, realizing that I had that kind of power over her.

Sproing!

Before long my clothes are off too, and we’re going again.