Dead Naughty

Harrison

I can’t believe my mate is a genie. And a gorgeous one at that. My wolf purrs inside of my head; he can’t wait for the chase. How the hell do we find her, though?

“Right, well, I suggest that we all get some sleep first. I am exhausted.” Lexi leans her head against Max’s shoulder.

“That is code word for they want to make out as a newly married couple.” I wink at them.

“I think they have already done that, you idiot,” Erin giggles and rolls her eyes at me.

“We will meet for breakfast in the morning and decide where to go from there,” Max patted my arm. “Sweet dreams, Harrison.” He smirks, then walks off with Lexi. “Oh, and don’t touch anything else,” he calls over his shoulder.

Erin takes Joseph’s arm. “Remember, Harrison, this is not our home. Get some sleep, dream of your mate, and like Max says. Don’t touch anything else.”

They walk off and I head to the room I’m in. My wolf is a little smug, though. A genie for a mate, who would have thought? I only got a glimpse of her before she disappeared. But my cock rammed the pants I’m wearing.

Thoughts of her have got me all horny. I strip off and head for a quick shower and pump one out in my hand. Her cute face pops into my mind and her light blue hair. At least I won’t miss her in a crowd.

I lean one hand against the wall for support and think what it will feel like for my mate to touch me. A shudder fires through me and my balls tighten.

“Ah, yeah,” I moan as I imagine her on her knees sucking me off. The pressure builds and I pump my cock faster. “I want you to take what’s yours, baby.” I empty my load and feel some relief from it. Damn, even my hand job felt better because I was thinking about her.

I finish washing myself, then step out and dry my body with a huge towel. They also have these luxury bathrobes. I need to get something like this back home. Everything here is pure luxury.

I walk into the bedroom and freeze. There stands — or floats — is my mate. She stares at me, her eyes running over my body. My cock decides it wants to say hello to her as well.

“Mate,” my wolf growls, and she shrieks. Then she vanishes. “Way to go, Jagger, you scared her off.” I grumble at him. He complains that my being naked in front of her is what frightened her away.

“Does that mean she wants to know who her mate is then?” I talk out loud to Jagger. “We need to figure out a way to get her to stay long enough so we can talk to her.” At least I know she hasn’t disappeared from me completely.

“If I mark her, she’ll have no choice but to remain with me.” Jagger emits a happy huff, his tail wagging.

“With you? You scared her away with your possessive growl. And she hasn’t even seen you yet. She might not like wolves?” I slide into bed with mixed feelings.

My chest swells with joy; I’ve found my mate and she is gorgeous, but Max says she is trouble. My wolf snickers as she is exactly what we have been looking for in a mate. Someone who will give us a thrill by being around. I was kind of jealous when Max became Lexi’s mate. A witch and a dragon sounds like nothing will be normal.

I loved teasing Joseph when he first met Erin. Straight away I could see their connection; they just needed a little teasing and a push in the right direction. Even if Erin turned out to be human, Joseph is an alpha wolf.

I settle down to sleep, not that it comes easy, but when I do drift off, I dream of her. Damn, the way her eyes widened when she saw me naked, fresh from the shower.

A breath tickles my neck and lips, hot and erotic. It sends electric sparks through my body. I groan and turn in the bed. A brush of heat builds in my core, and I open my eyes to find her straddling over the top of me. I lie there, not wanting to scare her away. My heart thumps harder and my cock rises to attention—I can’t help it.

Soft silks from her dress tickle my skin, and when she lays her hands on my chest, those sparks between us fly. She runs her fingers up over my skin, tracing a circle around my nipples as she does.

All I can do is keep breathing. I’m worried that if I speak, she might vanish like smoke. She rises up on her knees, and I think she is about to leave, but she moves her hands lower.

Oh, please, if the Moon Goddess has granted me a genie as my mate, what can she do to me sexually? Can genies change? Will she take on the form of a wolf so Jagger can have her as well? I have so many questions I want to ask her.

But first, I’ll let her do her thing.

As the bedsheets shift, they uncover a larger portion of my unclothed body. A faint smile plays on her lips, suggesting her appreciation for the view. Watching her mesmerizing eyes makes time stand still.

A sweet aroma of peaches, with a subtle whisper of vanilla, fills the air. I hope she tastes as good as she smells.

She moves lower, my cock now in her hands. Holy fuck! She grasps the base with one hand and teases the tip with a finger, smearing the pre-cum. My cock pulses in her grip, and she smiles while stroking it steadily.

My genie is exceptionally mischievous, and I find her antics delightful.

My breathing becomes heavy as she pumps it. I give her all the control, as I don’t want to mess this up.

I want to grab her hips and bring her lips down to mine so I can feel what they will be like against mine. Instead, I grip the bedsheets so tightly that my knuckles are white.

My stomach clenches, and my balls tighten as she takes control of my cock. Well, this is one hell of a start to meeting my mate.

I groan as I can’t help it.

My body lurched as I woke, my hand tightening around my shaft.

“Damn it. It was all a dream!” Then I smell it, the same scent from earlier. Was it a dream, or was she in here with me?