The Wolf in His Dreams

By Deirdre Bonneval

The scent of the prey. The thrill of the hunt. The comfort of the pack. Lance had been dreaming about wolves for months, but the dreams have recently become more vivid, more real, more intense, taking a toll on both his sanity and his relationship with boyfriend Matt. As Lance struggles to make sense of it all, the lines between dreams and reality begin to blur. For adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Deirdre Bonneval
• Release date: Mar 1, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465758453

Deirdre Bonneval

Deirdre Bonneval spends much of her time thinking about sex. Unfortunately, her natural shyness precludes her from pursuing many of her erotic fantasies in the outside world. Using the power of the pen - or keyboard, in this case - as wish fulfillment, she has therefore elected to put them into writing. She hopes you enjoy them as much as she does.Deirdre lives in the veritable City of Sin, Amsterdam, with her partner, bicycle and at least two as-yet-nonexistent cats.

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The Wolf in His Dreams

by Deirdre Bonneval

Copyright 2012 Deirdre Bonneval

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The characters and events depicted in this book are entirely fictional. Any similarities to real persons, places or events are coincidental. The book contains sexually explicit content and is intended for adult readers only. All characters are over the age of eighteen.

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Look, you're not a wolf, all right?

Lance stood in front of the bathroom mirror, defiant expression on his face, his eyes staring back at him with conviction. You're a human being. You have a human face, a human body, human thoughts, human feelings. The whole lot. He took a deep breath. This is ridiculous. Stop being an idiot, there's nothing to worry about.

With that, he turned away and headed off into the shower. He was due at work in forty-five minutes, but it had taken him some time to get out of bed that morning, and he was running slightly late. He'd had one of those nightmares again - the ones with the wolves. As always, it was incredibly vivid; almost frighteningly believable. He could practically sense the reality of it; feel the earth on his paws, hear the leaves cracking underneath him; see the moon, shining brightly, lighting his way through the darkened woods; smell the fresh air, the pines, the flowers. And his pack, surrounding him, granting that warm feeling of comfort, familiarity. Protection. Brotherhood. It was all so real. And yet it wasn't. Lance was no wolf. He was a man.

These persistent dreams had taken their toll on Lance, however. He wondered how long he could keep their content a secret from his partner Matt. He'd already had to answer some questions about why he was regularly waking up in the middle of the night, covered in sweat, though he could hardly mistake Matt's concern for anger or disappointment. Still, the more he dreamed about the wolves, the more stressed out he became, and it was apparent to Matt as well. At work, too, he found it difficult to concentrate, his mind often still reeling with the vivid imagery.

Everything all right? Matt looked up from his newspaper, his eyebrows raised, as Lance stepped into the kitchen, now fresh from his shower and dressed up for work.

Yeah, fine.

I made you a cup of coffee.

Thanks, Lance