The dream wrapped around Gustav like warm honey. He lounged in a grand chair inside a fine new house, belly full of rich meat and sweet ale.
Villagers sat at his feet, nodding eagerly at every word he spoke. Even the chief was there, smiling respectfully, never once mocking him.
No one dared. They all knew what Luke would do to anyone who disrespected his father.
The fear and admiration in their eyes made Gustav's chest swell with pride. He smiled wider in his sleep, completely lost in the fantasy his mind had built.
In reality, only inches away, his mate was being claimed by that very son.
Luke kept his palm pressed firmly over Monica's mouth, muffling the needy "Nng-mmfh" that tried to escape as he pushed his thick cock into her from behind.
