Love in Dreams: Rescue by Ellie Saxx

She must have had one beer too many and passed out.
Then her imagination took over. She swung her legs off the edge of the bed and
stood.
    Her legs shook wildly. Her hamstrings were stiff, as if
she’d been stretched unbearably. A vision hit her: Collin pressing hard on her
inner thighs until she could stretch no more.
    Then: Collin lifting her from the turf and slamming her down
hard, nearly out of control, on his cock, and fucking her against a tree as if
she weighed nothing.
    “This is insane,” she said. Then she realized she was naked
as the day she was born. Her thighs had deep scratches lining them, and it felt
like her back was similarly sliced.
    She wrapped herself in the quilt and limped into the living
room.
    Her jeans and panties lay near the wood stove. They were
nearly the same black-red as Preston’s congealing blood, streaks of which ran
toward the shattered picture window.
    Cass began to hyperventilate.
    “Oh my God. Oh my God, ” she said, over and over.
    A noise to her left made her jump.
    Collin. The wolf. He sat in the kitchen, his calm,
green-eyed lupine self.
    “Collin?” Cass whimpered. “Is this all...real? Is this my
dream?”
    The wolf rose and walked toward her. His eyes told her
everything. She knelt at his side and sunk her fingers into his thick, warm
fur. Her body seemed to melt into his. She felt whole again.
    There was much work to be done. Many stories to be told,
many nights in the forest to be explored, and many demons watching from the
pitch-black night.
     
    ~~~
     
    In a small office in a half-empty strip mall on the south
side of Grand Rapids, a man sat at a sparsely appointed desk and smiled to
himself. He raised a mug of coffee to his lips, sipped noisily, swallowed
twice, and replaced the mug on the desk.
    He was reasonably confident that his plan had worked
perfectly. By now, 10 a.m. on Monday morning, the boorish oaf from St. Paul would be dead. Or at least mortally wounded. And his murderer would be
surprisingly easy to locate.
    Soon, then, the lovely Cass Danby would be truly alone.
Isolated. Desperate.
    His .
    The man felt a comfortable swelling in his crotch.
    “Not now,” he muttered. “Save it. For her.”
    He opened a manila folder and studied the pictures inside.
    Cass Danby, shirtless and sunbathing by the lake. Her
breasts cupped so perfectly by the soft blue bra that the man’s pulse quickens.
    Cass Danby, framed by the old picture window at the cabin,
hazy but still beautiful in a photograph taken from the outside in the dead of
night.
    Cass Danby, asleep on her couch, taken from only a foot
away.
    The man smiled again and ran his fingers over the very same
blue bra from the picture. He brought the garment to his nose and sniffed lightly
at first, before inhaling deeply. It still smelled of Cass. He closed his eyes
and let his imagination carry him forward.
    Her thin wrists would look wonderful when bound by thick,
rough rope. Her cheeks would bulge when stuffed with her panties. Her thighs...
    This was going to be fun.
    The man opened his eyes and slowly lowered the bra into the
plastic Ziploc bag that held a matching pair of panties and a small tissue. He
sealed the bag carefully and tucked it into a drawer.
    He carefully locked the office door behind him. Nobody saw
him walk quickly across the parking lot and climb into a beat-up beige Ford
Taurus. The car moved slowly down the street toward town, melting into moderate
traffic until it was just one of a dozen older sedans and minivans that pulsed
in and out of the city every day.
     
     
    “Love in
Dreams: Standing Ground” will be released very soon! Will Collin
confess his troubled past? Will Cass realize she’s still in grave danger before
it’s too late? All will be answered in the isolated Minnesota woods...
     
    ~~~
     
    Ellie Saxx writes a variety of creative erotic stories for
adventurous adults. She offers something for everyone -- from quick, steamy and
explicit reads to longer erotic