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exposed rocks in its path.
    Avery stepped into the creek, naked as the day she was born. Her small, firm breasts pricked in the cool spring air. She raised her arms skyward then bent to splash the water into the air. Drops slashed on her breasts and trickled down her strong, round tummy. The cool bite of the water made her shiver and laugh.
    Offering her blessing to the moon filled her heart with gladness, and she smiled into the heavens. That sharp sense of awe that always followed these rituals overtook her whole body. Unlike the times before, Avery felt herself moved more deeply into the moonlight, more deeply into her sense of awe. The fabric of reality seemed to twist and thin until she could see the other side, into the world of her dreams.
    Movement traced in the corner of her eye. Lights and shapes moving in broken fast motion. The wolf was there. She turned to him, knowing she should be scared. The wolf shook and shifted. He grew taller in the blur of darkness and light in front of her. Sleek skin and taut muscles formed, and the face of a man greeted her. Those eyes. Those blue eyes.
    The face in her dreams. He offered her his hand from above on the bank of the creek. Avery slipped her fingers into his hand, stepping out of the water. They were both naked. Her skin felt warm even in the cool night air. She looked up into his eyes. They met hers with such intensity, such longing, that Avery was lost in their depths.
    “It’s you,” she said. She knew he was both the man from her dreams and the wolf who haunted the hillside.
    “It’s you,” he repeated, wrapping his strong arm around her waist.
    He pulled her close against his stiffness. Avery gasped. She didn’t know this man. But it didn’t matter. Somehow she did know him. How? She didn’t know. But it all made sense in the blue moonlight. He lifted her off her feet and carried her toward fields where he laid her on a bed of freshly lain straw. It was warm and soft below her. The man lowered himself over her, sniffing the skin of her neck. He grazed her earlobe with his tongue and licked along her jawline.
    His hard cock pressed against her clit as his lips met hers. With a hungry breath, his tongue pushed inside her mouth. She met him, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Her body was alive with desire. The full moon above washed over her naked skin and illuminated her lover.
    He looked at her with his glowing eyes and kissed down her neck, smelling her skin all the way. Sucking her nipples into his mouth, one after the other, he pressed himself harder against her clit, teasing a groan from her mouth. She was slick with need and aching. His lips slid over her tummy and sank between her legs.
    Avery ran her fingers through his hair, lost in the moment.
    Was it a dream?
    Was it reality?
    She didn’t know and didn’t care. The man licked up her slit, slowly tasting her cream. She shuddered and moaned, wanting more, deeper, harder, more.
    He pressed between her folds and caught her clit, teasing it with a maddeningly slow swirl of his hot tongue. His fingers gripped her hips, and he lapped up her pleasure. Twisting and twirling on her swollen bud. He held her tight, taking over her senses before the deep flood of desire came so close to the edge she could taste it.
    He licked down her pussy and pressed his tongue into her core, darting in and out in a quick rhythm. Avery gasped and looked down at him. The man raised his aim and sucked her clit into his mouth, making her come with an explosion of fireworks in her core and in her brain.
    He rose over her, licking her breasts and neck. His hard cock rubbed over her slick entrance. She caressed his skin, the brightness and shadows cast over his hard muscles making her need for him surge inside. She wanted to feel him deep in her core. She wanted him all over and everywhere. He ran his hand down her side and cupped her breast, kissing her hard.
    The head of his cock pressed her soft