eyes rolled back in his head as he gripped his cock, letting out a harsh, guttural sound as he spilled his seed onto the furs.
They were both panting as he collapsed beside her, dragging her into his arms. He pressed her body close, needing to feel her skin against his.
----
T he werewolf was playing with her hair. Sarah was trying to go back to calling him “werewolf”—even just “wolf” would be fine. Anything to put some emotional distance between the two of them. Distance she desperately needed, as he’d not only just given her the best orgasm of her life, but was also presently cuddling her.
There was really no manlier way to describe it. He was cradling her in his big arms, twirling her hair around one finger. Up close, she could clearly make out all the features of his perfect face, and they made her feel humble beneath him. Instead of feeling over the moon for just having had sex with the hottest man on the planet, all she could think was that it would never happen again.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, still looking at her hair. His eyes were distant, but he seemed pensive rather than dissatisfied. Never had she so wished to know what a man was thinking.
“A little,” she said. “But I’m more sleepy than anything.”
Granted, she was only physically tired. Mentally, she’d probably be bouncing off the walls for hours to come.
“Rest, then,” he said, as if it were that simple. “I will hunt for you in the morning.”
The way that he phrased it, “I will hunt for you,” made her heart flutter. The thought of him stalking and killing prey to feed her was simultaneously unnerving and endearing.
“I wish…”
The words spilled from her lips before she knew what she wanted to do with them. What could she possibly say that would change anything between them? No matter what she said, she would still be a human. She had a life back in Florida—a boring one, but a life nonetheless. She had nursing school, her job at the diner, and family. Even if she could leave all of that behind for a werewolf she’d just met—which would probably be the stupidest thing any woman had ever done, ever—what would she do? Live with him in his pack? In the wilderness?
She wanted to smack herself, because no matter how grossly impractical it was to want to stay with him, she didn’t want anything else as she lay in his arms.
Sarah turned her head to the side and stared into the fire, not wanting to lie to him and not able to tell him the truth. He must have understood, because he didn’t press the issue. They lay next to each other in silence, until she slipped into a restless sleep.
Chapter 11
C ain woke to a powerful lust . The human was a heavy, warm weight in his arms, and his hands were all over her before he came fully into consciousness. He was vaguely aware of hunger and thirst, but both needs were dwarfed by the need to mate, the need to thrust, and the need to release himself inside of her.
He lowered his head to her collar, taking in her scent with an appreciative growl. Her rich, feminine scent was covered in his, and it pleased his wolf. She was his female.
Beneath him, his human stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She blinked up at him, and he could smell the blood as it rushed to her cheeks, faintly coloring her face.
“Again?” she asked, her hand moving to cover a shy smile.
“Again,” he rasped, lowering his head to her chest.
Cain ran his tongue along the valley between her breasts, drinking in her scent. He tried to focus on pleasing her, but his mind kept going back to how perfect she smelled and how much he wanted to be inside of her…
Fuck.
He reared back, breathing heavily. Sitting on the furs, he tried to get a grip on himself. Sarah sat up, placing a hand on his arm.
“What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.
The fire had burned out, leaving behind only a pile of glowing embers. His vision being as good as it was, he could see the fear and vulnerability etched
They were both panting as he collapsed beside her, dragging her into his arms. He pressed her body close, needing to feel her skin against his.
----
T he werewolf was playing with her hair. Sarah was trying to go back to calling him “werewolf”—even just “wolf” would be fine. Anything to put some emotional distance between the two of them. Distance she desperately needed, as he’d not only just given her the best orgasm of her life, but was also presently cuddling her.
There was really no manlier way to describe it. He was cradling her in his big arms, twirling her hair around one finger. Up close, she could clearly make out all the features of his perfect face, and they made her feel humble beneath him. Instead of feeling over the moon for just having had sex with the hottest man on the planet, all she could think was that it would never happen again.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, still looking at her hair. His eyes were distant, but he seemed pensive rather than dissatisfied. Never had she so wished to know what a man was thinking.
“A little,” she said. “But I’m more sleepy than anything.”
Granted, she was only physically tired. Mentally, she’d probably be bouncing off the walls for hours to come.
“Rest, then,” he said, as if it were that simple. “I will hunt for you in the morning.”
The way that he phrased it, “I will hunt for you,” made her heart flutter. The thought of him stalking and killing prey to feed her was simultaneously unnerving and endearing.
“I wish…”
The words spilled from her lips before she knew what she wanted to do with them. What could she possibly say that would change anything between them? No matter what she said, she would still be a human. She had a life back in Florida—a boring one, but a life nonetheless. She had nursing school, her job at the diner, and family. Even if she could leave all of that behind for a werewolf she’d just met—which would probably be the stupidest thing any woman had ever done, ever—what would she do? Live with him in his pack? In the wilderness?
She wanted to smack herself, because no matter how grossly impractical it was to want to stay with him, she didn’t want anything else as she lay in his arms.
Sarah turned her head to the side and stared into the fire, not wanting to lie to him and not able to tell him the truth. He must have understood, because he didn’t press the issue. They lay next to each other in silence, until she slipped into a restless sleep.
Chapter 11
C ain woke to a powerful lust . The human was a heavy, warm weight in his arms, and his hands were all over her before he came fully into consciousness. He was vaguely aware of hunger and thirst, but both needs were dwarfed by the need to mate, the need to thrust, and the need to release himself inside of her.
He lowered his head to her collar, taking in her scent with an appreciative growl. Her rich, feminine scent was covered in his, and it pleased his wolf. She was his female.
Beneath him, his human stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. She blinked up at him, and he could smell the blood as it rushed to her cheeks, faintly coloring her face.
“Again?” she asked, her hand moving to cover a shy smile.
“Again,” he rasped, lowering his head to her chest.
Cain ran his tongue along the valley between her breasts, drinking in her scent. He tried to focus on pleasing her, but his mind kept going back to how perfect she smelled and how much he wanted to be inside of her…
Fuck.
He reared back, breathing heavily. Sitting on the furs, he tried to get a grip on himself. Sarah sat up, placing a hand on his arm.
“What’s wrong?” she asked anxiously.
The fire had burned out, leaving behind only a pile of glowing embers. His vision being as good as it was, he could see the fear and vulnerability etched
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