I see the one who will sate my thirst. In the depth of my dreams he arises, a tall, strong and lean man, his muscles firm but not chiseled, his frame...big but not huge. I see him from behind. His bottom large and muscular, he turns at his waist to reveal developed pecs and a strong jaw, glaring at me because he knows what I want from him. His eyes are blue, his hair short and brown, no hair on his beard save for the faintest stubble, his mouth is firm and resolute. He turns to reveal the. The woman moves closer to the low fence lining the alley. Her dogs, still caught in the fantasy of the hunt, protest, but she silences them with a gesture and they drop beside her with unquestioning eyes. She squints in through the leaves, letting her eyes adjust to the light.The yard is not the normal sort of garden tour design she would have expected in this neighborhood. It is instead a crazy quilt of queer plants, large and small, seemingly planted at random. There are large, craggy rocks. You’re mine and I will not be without you.” “Yes, please. Claim me, Rhys. Make my yours forever.” Rhys’s hands moved eagerly over Matt, demanding a response. He was feral in the need to touch his mate. Matt’s hands gripped Rhys’s shoulders tight, his knees weakening with every rough caress. His head was thrashing against the wall, whimpering his desire. Matt’s feet left the ground and his eyes opened. He wrapped his legs around Rhys’s hips, needing the contact. Rhys thanked the werewolf gods. I grabbed as much breast as I could while pinching and pulling on her nipples hard, and I mean really hard. This took her over the edge and she came, and boy did she cum. I could feel it splatter against my balls and legs. When she finished I was drenched and could feel it running down my legs, but I was still going, trying to get off. It was probably a mixture of the few glasses of wine and the fact that she seemed so loose that I was struggling. Struggling at a heightened state of arousal,.