Untouched (24 page)

He reached around and took her full breasts in his strong hands. She arched her back, pressing herself deeper into his hold. He took one rosy nipple and tweaked it gently between his fingers. Kerry’s breath came quickly, and his full erection seared against the sensitive skin of her lower back. She was mesmerized by the sight of them and almost didn’t recognize the wanton lustful woman in the mirror.

That’s you, my love. You are beautiful, sexy, and mine.
Kerry sucked in her breath as one of his hands reached down and grabbed the hot juncture between her legs. She moaned softly as his talented fingers slipped into her slick folds and found her most sensitive spot. He worked the tiny nub furiously, and the pleasure crashed over her with relentless intensity. Hot and tight—building and burning almost to the point of pain—sweet torture that threatened to consume her.

He pulled her long hair to one side, kissed her neck, and gently bent her over the bed. His strong hands brushed over her ribs and settled at the dip of her waist. Kerry placed both hands on sheets that felt strikingly cool against her heated skin. She spread her legs apart, granting him access to her swollen entrance, which pulsed wildly with wanting him. He stood behind her, and she quivered with anticipation.

“Take me,” she whispered.

Their gazes remained locked in the mirror, and with one powerful stroke he drove himself deeply inside of her. Kerry cried out with undeniable pleasure as he filled and stretched her further than she thought possible. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers melded against the soft flesh, and with deep penetrating thrusts, he arrowed into her again and again. Sizzling streaks of pleasure shot through her, and they cried out in unison as the orgasm built quickly and pushed them both over the edge.

Breathless and spent, Dante leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. He held her to him and gently lay down on the bed, spooning her body with his. They stayed there curled up as if their bodies had been made perfectly for each other; perhaps they had. Kerry took one deep shuddering breath and snuggled further into his protective embrace. She smiled as she listened to the even rhythm of his breathing as he drifted into sleep.

As she remained tangled with him, she took note of every delicious spot where her body touched his. Gratitude flooded her heart; she never dreamed this kind of connection would be possible for her. Kerry let out a sigh of contentment, closed her eyes, and tried to sleep.

She thought about what Sam had said about the dream realm. Kerry had never consciously tried to go to the dream realm, but as her body lay entwined with Dante’s, she figured now was as good a time as any to try. As the cloud of sleep carried her away, the last image that floated through her mind were the large yellow orbs of her cat.

The
fog
of
the
dream
realm
lifted, and the gravel crunched loudly beneath her paws as she trotted along the driveway of the old house. The warm night air enveloped her, and the nighttime sounds of the bayou swarmed around her. She picked up the pace and trotted over to the steps of the mansion. Kerry crouched low, and all the muscles in her long lean body bunched as she leapt up to the porch in one elegant motion. She landed with silent grace and padded to the entrance of the house.

The
massive
door
stood
open
just
a
crack. Kerry reached up with one large black paw and pushed it open. She stuck her head in first and peered around the corner into the enormous entryway. Directly across from the front door, she caught sight of movement and stilled until she realized it was her own reflection. Moving cautiously, she approached the giant gilded mirror, and her heart almost stopped at the unbelievable sight before her. The reflection was not one she had ever seen before, and yet it seemed hauntingly familiar.

Dante
was
right; she was a cat.

She
had
shifted
into
a
giant
black
panther
with
glowing
yellow
eyes
that
stared
back
at
her. Kerry moved closer to the mirror and the mahogany table in front of it. She had to get a closer look. She stood on her hind legs and rested her front paws on the edge of the table. Her lips curled back and revealed a mouthful of sharp white teeth.
I am one badass kitty cat.

Yes, you are, my dear.
Dante’s voice spilled over her, and she glanced up to find him standing next to her, looking as devilishly handsome as ever, sporting that rumpled bed head that curled her toes. He was barefoot in a pair of low slung jeans and a white button-down shirt. The man looked good enough to eat.

Make one pussy joke, and I’ll kick your ass.
She
let
out
a
low
snarl
and
hopped
back
down
on
all
fours. She sat on her haunches and looked up into his handsome, smiling face.
So, I guess this is my clan, huh? Samantha suggested I try to connect with it in the dream realm. She’ll love that she was right.
She
held
up
one
giant
black
paw
and
inspected
it.
I’m a panther.
She
wondered
if
she
sounded
as
stunned
as
she
felt.

You are spectacularly beautiful… in either form. I’d love to join you, but since this is your first time in your clan form, I think it’s best if I guide you in my human form.

Kerry
cocked
her
head.
That’s a good idea. One weird experience at a time; sounds fine to me
. She stood and headed to the sweeping staircase that loomed largely next to the massive mirror. Her tail switched behind her, reflecting her curiosity.
So what do you suppose is upstairs?

Anything you want, I imagine.
He
walked
over
to
her
and
ran
his
hand
along
the
tip
of
her
tail.
This is your dream, and as a result, you control the environment. Why did you choose this house? I thought you would select an NYC landscape again.

I didn’t.
She
stopped
and
sat
at
the
bottom
of
the
steps
. Well, I didn’t mean to. I’d never been here before the shoot yesterday, and even then I never went inside.

Hey, let’s go for a run.
He
tugged
on
her
tail.
I wonder if you can outrun me.
The
challenging
tone
in
his
voice
was
unmistakable, and Kerry couldn’t help but notice that cocky smile on his face as he backed up toward the open front door
. There aren’t many places we can run together with you in your clan form, at least not without causing a scene. The dream realm is the only place we can run truly free. Come on. I’ll even give you a head start. Ready, set—
but
before
he
said
“go” Dante sprinted out the front door, laughing as he went.

You cheater!
Laughing, Kerry bounded after him into the inky black night. She found him waiting for her in the driveway, his amber eyes glowing brightly like a beacon calling her safely to him. She leapt down the steps and landed next to him with barely a sound.

They
ran
together
in
the
bayou
she
had
created. As they navigated the swamp and grasses, Kerry voiced her displeasure. Laughing at her haughty tone, Dante coached her on how to change the environment. He explained that all she had to do was envision what she wanted, and the realm would morph to accommodate her wishes.

She
knew
where
she
wanted
to
go
first
and
pictured
it
in
her
mind’s eye. She thought of Nonie and Sam. She remembered their long walks on the beach, which were usually accompanied by beautiful fits of laughter.

As
the
dream
realm
shifted, a thick fog rolled in and enveloped them. Panic rose as she lost sight of Dante. Just when she thought she’d scream with fear, his familiar voice touched her mind.
I’m right here. Remember this isn’t a physical plane, and now that we’re mated I can find you as long as you keep your mind open to me. Keep the image of your destination at the forefront. I’m not leaving you.

Within
moments
the
fog
dissipated, and Kerry felt sand squishing under her paws. The waves crashed loudly, and salty mist sprayed over her. Relief flooded her spirit at the sight of Dante walking next to her; his thick auburn hair glistened with droplets of salt water. They stood side by side and looked up at the brilliant night sky
. Now this is what I love most about being at the beach. The stars. There are millions of stars.

So are we going to have that race or what?
He
squatted
low
in
a
runner’s stance, and the mischievous look that she’d grown to love glinted back at her brightly. Kerry crouched low as though she were ready to pounce on him. She licked her lips and let out a low purr that sounded more like a car engine than a cat of any size.

Catch me if you can,
he
murmured
with
a
wink. Then, with lightning fast speed, he took off down the beach, sand spitting up from his bare feet and the tails of his shirt fluttering behind him in the wind. She watched him for a moment, taking in the raw power that rippled from him. He was quite simply magnificent. Strong. Masculine. Sexy. And getting a major head start.

With
a
sudden
burst
of
speed, Kerry pursued her mate. It didn’t take long for her to catch up; after all, she had four legs to his two. With smooth strides she raced up next to him with ease.

You may be fast, but I’ve got these
. Kerry reached out and swatted his leg playfully with one paw, tripping him, and sending him tumbling onto the sand in a laughing, breathless heap. Before he could get up, she pounced on him, pinning him onto his back. She pressed one paw on each arm and lay her furry body over his.