Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Kiera had cried out, hips bucking as he spread her wide with clawed fingers, exposing her completely. His tongue plunged deep inside her, fucking her with firm, rhythmic thrusts…curling to stroke her G—spot while his thumb circled her swollen clit.
“Oh God, yes,” she heard herself begging. “Eat my pussy… tongue—fuck me deep…”
He’d growled in response–the vibration making her gasp–then sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue. He devoured her like a starving man, lapping every drop, two thick fingers joining his tongue to stretch her, pumping in time with his hungry licks.
“Gonna make you come all over my face… flood my mouth with your honey!” he’d commanded, golden eyes locked on hers.
The deep, commanding voice and the way he was teasing and tasting her was too much. In the dream, Kiera had come–hard–moaning his name as waves of pleasure rolled through her body, her pussy gushing over his tongue while he drank her down greedily, growling his triumph.
Yet, when she woke up, flushed and throbbing–aching for the mystery man’s touch–she couldn’t remember his name, though she’d been moaning it just moments before. Who was the man she was dreaming of? And why did he seem so familiar?
The strange thing was that the dream hadn’t just felt erotic–it had felt important somehow. As though the big, furry male in her dream had been trying desperately to tell her something.
It was as though he needed her help somehow. But how could she help him, Kiera wondered? What could she do for him?
She didn’t know. But the strongest feeling of all—the one that lingered even now as she stood barefoot on the front step of her home-dome in an oversized t—shirt, blinking into the pale purple morning light—was that he had needed to be close to her…to touch her…to taste her. Because somehow that would help him…but how?
Again, she had no answers.
Kiera shivered a little and crossed her arms over herself, though it wasn’t really because she was cold. Her body still felt warm all over from the dream and there was a definite pulse of heat low between her thighs that had nothing to do with the morning air.
Get a grip, she told herself sternly. You are not standing outside mooning over your weird wolf—man dream. You have work to do!
She took a breath, tried to clear her head, and looked out over the sanctuary…and froze.
Two theebles were loose again.
One was perched on top of a low fence post near the petting—zoo section, fluffing its hot pink fur and cheeping, “Good boy! Good boy!” to absolutely nobody.
Another was hopping through the silver—threaded meadow grass with a strip of something shiny in its beak.
Kiera frowned.
“What the…?”
Then she saw something larger moving farther off. But it wasn’t just one creature…it was several.
A schoonie ambled past the edge of its own enclosure, humming to itself as though it had every right in the galaxy to be wandering free. Beyond that, she caught sight of a spooler hanging upside down from a cinnamon—trunked tree outside its habitat.
The last traces of dream—fog vanished from her mind instantly.
“What the hell is going on?” she whispered. “Are they all free?”
Buck, who had come out beside her with his usual silent grace, went instantly alert. His ears pricked forward, and he let out a low, uneasy chuff.
“Come on, Buck,” she said sharply, already moving. “Come on!”
She broke into a run, heading first for the petting—zoo section. But the farther she got from the home-dome, the worse things looked.
Animals were wandering loose everywhere.
Some were just milling around near their usual habitats, apparently too stupid or too content to realize they had escaped. Others had already drifted farther afield. A pair of tiny orange jibblets were darting in and out of the chiming trees like striped little missiles. One of the spoolers had somehow gotten itself onto the roof of the feed storage shed and was dangling there by its feathered tail, looking smug about the whole thing.
“Oh no!” Kiera moaned. She spun in a circle, trying to take in the extent of the disaster. “How are they all out?” she demanded of no one in particular.
Then realization hit her–the emergency cutoff.
There was a manual safety switch around the back of the home-dome—an override installed in case the fence grid ever started malfunctioning and needed to be powered down quickly without taking down the entire sanctuary systems network. It was housed inside a reinforced weatherproof control box and connected directly to the barrier distribution manifold. You couldn’t trigger it accidentally–you had to physically unlatch the cover, disengage the safety clip, and throw the lever by hand.
Kiera’s stomach dropped–no work—bot would do that. They were specifically programmed to stay away from the cutoff system unless she or Commander Rarev authorized diagnostic access.
Which meant…
“Higgs,” she breathed, her hands tightening into fists.