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Dream Catcher (Woodland Creek)

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“Warren?” Eying him warily, I tried to step out of his hold, but he didn’t let go. “Is this a trick question? We’ll sort the other stuff out, won’t we?” Chuckling softly, he pushed a loose lock of my hair behind my ear gently before tugging on my lobe and looking me in the eyes seriously.

“We will, but that’s not exactly what I mean to tell you right now.” He blushed.

“Warren, you can tell me anything.” I meant that too. Whatever else he referred to couldn’t be worse, could it?

“Never had sex before.” Eyes locked, we stared at each other and the shock was something to take in as I swallowed down something less helpful to say.

“Oh. Like ever?”

“I think you can only be a virgin once, so yes, I’ve never done that before.”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you upset?”

“I don’t think there’s a way to really answer that question without sounding thoughtless or crazy.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“I mean, does it bother you that I’m not one? That I was with—” Quickly, he placed fingers over my lips, silencing the name that could kill the moment completely. Dark memories bubbled on the edges and he kissed my forehead before leaning his face against mine, smiling.

“Shh…we don’t need to say his name to ruin anything here. I just wanted you to know. Just in case.”

“In case of what, Warren?”

“I got a bit too…enthusiastic with you.” His smile was wide and more boyish. I forgot that I had but two years on him. It was like a puppy getting his first chew toy seeing Warren’s sweet enthusiasm. I started to wonder what that really meant. Would he? Could he turn? I didn’t want to be the wolf’s next meal, but it was a logical assumption, wasn’t it?

Eyes locked, joined at the forehead, our noses grazing the other, he rubbed his hips against mine and I felt his erection long and thick inside ready his jeans, eager to be closer. Excitement filled me, but also caution. I was eager once before and it hurt me emotionally. I didn’t think Warren would hurt me, quite the opposite, in fact, but the nerves threatened to overtake me.

Licking dry lips, I forced myself to ask him the question burning me. “You can’t just turn, I mean become, you won’t…” Excitement turned to nerves and worry.

“No, Kerri. I’m not going to shift and attack you. I would never hurt you, but I’ve never done this before.” He nuzzled my neck with kisses and rubbed his hands over me reassuringly.

“Well, I guess I better give you some guidance then, eh?” Feeling braver now, my hands reached up to tangle in Warren’s shaggy hair, pulling his lips back to mine.

“Kerri-mine, I sure hope so.” Lunging for me, soft skin touched and lips opened. Sweet breath mingled hot and tongues made the briefest contact before hunger took over. I felt like I was on a carousel spinning, faster and faster, slowly losing control and about to come off the wheel. Warren let free a growl and we kissed deeper, grasping, and unable to get closer. A hand tentatively cupped my breast, squeezing with restrained tenderness. Breathless, I needed a moment, pulling back. “Warren, Jesus, where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“Dear heart, I said I was a virgin. I didn’t say I hadn’t kissed before.” Mischievously, he pulled me in, mouths fused together as he pushed me back on a soft surface. The couch, I thought, and I was glad the house was empty save but for the two of us.

Chapter Fourteen

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WARREN

Kerri was panting. A smile dimpled her cheeks. There was so much between us and what I hadn’t told her, but she wasn’t screaming in fear and I’d take that as a good sign she wasn’t one of those ‘fragile humans’ they warned us about. I let my body cover hers on the couch, careful to not crush her.

“Are you all right?” I asked her, needing to be reassured she wasn’t damaged in some way by my secret.

“Kiss me and I will be.” My chest burst with joy that she was all right. I wasn’t kidding when I told Creighton and Stefano she was mine and I would protect her.

Our lips joined and her hips lifted, pressing against mine. Desire forced my eyes to roll back like a bowling ball down the lane, fast, directed toward its goal. She moaned low, her head back, arching her slender neck. I kissed the skin, sucking and palming her full breasts in my hands.

“Keep touching me like that.” Her words bordered on unintelligible grunts.

“Like this?” I slipped my hands under her silk shirt and pulled up on her bra cups, thumbing the taut peeks of her nipples. Instinct to touch her and listen to her throaty gasps of approval taught me what to do.

“Yes, uh, Warren.” Watching her was an aphrodisiac, mouth parted, eyes slit, and body strung tight. Leaning into the couch for support, I let my hand trace the soft curves of her chest and down her belly, circling her belly button. Grinding my hips against hers made me harder but also made her louder. She shuddered underneath me and her hands grabbed for my shoulders, clutching desperately. I kept grinding my thigh between her open legs, against the center of her jeans. Keening softly, she jerked against me, going soft and quiet.



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