The man between my legs smiles up at me. It’s my ex, Patrick, and I try to move away from his tongue as he licks me because I hate him, and he doesn’t get to do this now. Still, he’s talented and I’m turned on even as I try to move away. His hands hold my hips, though, and they are so very strong. Surprisingly so. Then he grins at me, and his face changes from Patrick’s to Samuels. Slender shoulders are replaced by broad, inked muscle and dark smooth hair by messy, short hair.

He moves up my body, his muscles bunching as he pushes himself toward me, and then his massive cock is between my legs, right where I want it. I’ve never had a guy who is pierced before, and I’m scared it might hurt. I want to tell him to take it easy, but when I open my mouth, I can’t speak. No sounds come out.

Finally, I manage to force out a weak and quiet, “No.”

He grins at me, and his thick head breaches me. Damn, it hurts.

“No,” I say again.

He continues pushing in, and I’m scared now. Why won’t he stop? Why isn’t he listening to me?

“My kind don’t take orders from people like you.” His words are dark, malevolent, and as he pushes into me, horns grow out of his head, twisting and turning as they reach for the ceiling, blocking out the light as the room grows dark.

I jerk awake with a gasp, sitting up and wiping hair back from my face. My hand is clammy where my hair has stuck to my head from perspiration. Dear God, what the hell kind of nightmare was that? I’m scared but also, and this is disturbing, horny.

The dream image recedes slowly, and all I can see when I close my eyes is Samuel’s massive, and I am convinced on reflection, half-hard penis.

Was he turned on and sporting a semi before the alarm went off, or had he just taken care of himself in the shower? The idea has my clit pulsing in a way that is enough to make me moan.

What is wrong with me? I’m like a bitch in heat. If the anxiety wasn’t bad enough, now I must deal with sexual frustration too? Ugh.

Poor me, I can’t even use my vibrator because he will hear.

My phone beeps, and I pick it up to read the message from Jade, my friend.

Can you meet me tomorrow? I have something I need to talk to you about before I explode. It’s important, but I get it if you’re busy. I know you’ve been super snowed recently.