12.3: Dreams

Levi's POV

“Don’t fuss about it," I tried. "That’s how I wake up every morning.”

She spun around so fast, I think that even the air around her got whiplash. Her face was red as hell and her look could kill ordinary men.

I gulped.

OK, so--- not my best move?

“You know it’s rude to point it out, right?” she barked, narrowing her eyes at me. And while I was the alpha in this situation and had several inches on the raven-haired beauty, I felt about an inch tall all of a sudden.

“I was trying to cheer you up,” I confessed, not feeling at all too alpha-ly right then. And all because of a she-wolf? And no comments from my wolf?! Other than the huge grin on his face, hoping she’d been dreaming about us?

What was wrong with that dog lately?!

“Comparing your morning wood with a girl's wet dream, isn’t cheering her up,” Dina snarled, pointing her spatula at me as if the damn thing was a weapon. “That’s just humiliating her.”

“Sorry,” I said and held my hand up in mock surrender, hoping that I hid my smirk. The woman somehow always managed to surprise me. I mean, I knew how to get laid (stand still and look hot), but I wasn’t exactly what you called boyfriend material. I had never dated someone seriously, so all of this – whatever this was – was rather new to me.

And a part of me liked it...

“Good,” she huffed before returning to her mostly-burned stacks of pancakes and offering me my half. “Eat!”

I dug in, noticing that most of them weren’t burned this time. You could even taste the pancakes in some of them this morning. I glanced up at Dina, who was fidgeting in her seat. Her cheeks were still all flushed red, while she dug into the pancakes as if they'd betrayed her somehow. She looked sort of cute like that. All bashful and angry-like, and doing everything in her power to ignore me.

Was it that bad?

“So,” I asked, just to say something, so I could hear her voice again. “What should I say?”

“Nothing!” she squealed--- and for some reason looked like a dear caught in headlights. “Dreams are personal, wet or dry. It’s like reading someone’s diary. Big NO-GO!”

I was honestly surprised by her behavior this morning. She was usually so carefree and cheery. And it wasn’t that time of the month either, so what the shit had possessed her? Why was she acting so weird around me---?

And that’s when it finally hit me!

“You dreamt about me, didn’t you?”

I knew the grin on my face was inappropriately huge, but I couldn’t help it. Not only was it funny, but something inside me made me more than happy, that it was me in her dreams. Especially happy was my wolf, who was howling with want for her.

“What did I just say?!” she sneered, but her glowing red face said it all.

“Was it good?” I quickly asked.

What?!

It was a fair question and I wanted to know…

“Oh, you’re hopeless!” she exclaimed angrily and got up.

“So THAT good, ha?” I couldn't help myself. Because it had to be. Otherwise, she wouldn't be fleeing the kitchen as if the house was on fire. It had to have something to do with the dream. She threw me a glare over her shoulder and, without looking, she grabbed the laundry basket, aiming to make a graceful exit. But, of course, the basket hit the doorway and effectively punched her in the stomach. I just barely stifled a laugh, before she righted herself. Seriously, this girl was so clumsy I was sometimes amazed that she was even still alive.

“I’m NOT going to dignify that with an answer,” she huffed, ignoring the pain in her side, and disappeared through the door. For the life of me, I couldn't stop smiling. So, the dream was about me? Wonder what we did that made her so flustered? Did she wear a maid costume? Were we in my office?

Hmm, always had a fantasy about doing it in my office…

This one, not the one at the pack house. Been there, done that and while it was kinky and exciting, it just wasn't the same. My office at the packhouse was like a central train station.

Everyone came through there!

Even the she-wolves I sometimes had a little fun with. But my home office was my sanctuary. My own little slice of heaven, my personal Red Room. I'd never taken a girl there - hell, I hadn't even taken a girl home before. So yeah, I did sometimes daydream about the possibility of having someone in my office. To desecrate my sanctuary in the most unholy of ways...

I finished my plate and wondered if she’d ever actually come to think of me like that. To be something more than just her boss and alpha. I sure as hell wouldn’t mind! Hell, I didn’t even need to close my eyes anymore to imagine what it would be like having her moaning and breathless beneath me. Her skin was velvet soft and I bet her breasts would be even more amazing. I wanted to suck on her taut buds and brush my erect shaft between her folds. I wanted to own her, fill her, and have her come apart around me, as I ruined her for all other men. And then I'd---

And before she came back, I went upstairs to have a cold shower.

When I came back down, I heard curses from the laundry room, and I figured that Dina had hit her head or something - again. I grinned and followed the sound. Damn, the way she was letting loose today, she could make a sailor blush...

“I’m off,” I said when I noticed that she’d somehow managed to knock the doorway out of its frame.

Hmm, impressive, but…

I quickly scanned her body, looking for injuries. When I found none, my wolf let out a sigh of relief. She shortly acknowledged me there, before returning to the doorway.

“I have school until 4, but then I’m free,” she said, and used her hand as a hammer to get the doorway back into place; which succeeded on her first try. Damn, that girl was strong, I noted with a strange sense of pride, but didn’t think too much of it. She was, after all, the daughter of two extraordinary warriors.

Once she was satisfied with the door, she turned to me again: “Anything, in particular, you’d like to get done?”

Oh, this was too easy…

“Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I teased her and enjoyed watching as the heat rose up to her cheeks. She was furious and there was no doubt in my mind, that had I been an ordinary man, that glare would have killed me.

Yet, I couldn’t help grinning.

Warningly, she held her finger right under my nose and I threw my hands up in mock surrender.

“Air out the rooms and have something that isn’t burned for dinner?” I ordered/asked before retreating to the front door. She scoffed and, as per usual, pouted.

And it was killing me to figure out where I’d seen that face before!

She always did it, but not as an attempt to be cute or sexy, like some women I knew. She did it and didn't even realize how incredibly sexy she looked because of it...

“I didn't burn it on purpose, you know,” she muttered defiantly and crossed her arms in front of her chest.

“If you say so, love,” I grinned and left the house. Damn, I hadn’t been in such a good mood for what felt like ages. Even my wolf was sitting back and enjoying it.

Made me wonder why…