Into the Forest

M oonlight shines through the branches as the trees sway in the wind. The inky-blue sky is adorned with stars, creating a mesmerizing backdrop. I'm not entirely sure how I got here, but I know I'm safe as Maple guides me through the forest.

We take a winding dirt path that seems to stretch on for hours, but I don't mind since the scenery is so beautiful at night. As we approach a clearing, the full moon comes into view, and my thoughts stray to Rook.

Does the full moon affect him? Is he forced to change into a werewolf?

Maple jogs ahead before settling in the middle of the open grass. Laughing, I join her, and together we wait. Again, I'm not entirely sure how I got here or what I'm waiting for, but a thrill thrums through my blood.

The air is sweet, reminding me of earthy pines and cherries. I sit there in the soft grass while my fingers stroke Maple's red fur. As the trees around me dance to some silent music only they can hear, my thoughts stray back to the man I met in the bookstore.

That's when I see it.

A wolf.

It's massive. In this position, with me sitting on the floor, it towers over me. Its rich brown fur glimmers in the moonlight.

I don't think it's spotted me yet, and before I can think of a way to escape, Maple stands and bolts straight toward the big creature. Maple yips happily, her small frame easily weaving between the big wolf's legs.

My heart pounds.

The wolf eyes Maple for a moment before finally greeting it with a sweet nuzzle to Maple's cheek.

A sigh of relief escapes me.

The wolf's head jerks up. I'm met with a pair of familiar, beautiful eyes. Eyes that remind me of warm chocolate. Eyes that are so friendly and imploring.

I gasp. "Rook?"

The wolf's eyes widen.

I grin.

I'm vaguely aware of Maple fading away like a shadow floating on the wind.

Purple tendrils of magic swirl around him. One moment I'm staring at a gorgeous wolf and the next I'm looking at Rook; naked and devastatingly handsome.

Rook's thighs are thick and well-defined. So is his chest. And since he's naked, I can see the brown fur that covers his chest. It's even hotter than I imagined. His stomach is chiseled and bare, but there's a prominent strip of fur that runs down the middle of his groin, enticing me to look at his very impressive cock.

Let's just say that Rook appears more human than werewolf, but the wolf features are clearly visible.

That adorable blush that stains his cheeks is back, but his cock grows the more my eyes drink him in. He might be shy, but he likes the attention I'm giving him. And something about that combination has my own cock growing hard behind the zipper of my jeans.

"Gods, Rook. You're beautiful."

Before either of us can say anything else, everything around me blurs, clueing me into the fact that this is a dream.

As I lie in bed, my heart pounding, and my body turned on, something tells me that Rook is in an equal state. My lips tilt into a smile. I'm pretty sure I just experienced my first shared dream.