“I want you. I want you now,” she insisted.
Malcolm couldn’t complain about that. He was more than ready to claim her cherry for himself as he moved back and slipped off his shirt and pants, exposing the throbbing hard-on he had developed the moment he kissed her.
Positioning her beneath him, he eased himself into her center. She was incredibly tight, and he was fairly well endowed, so it took a bit of work. He had no intention to ram it in and have her regret her decision to allow him inside.
“Oomph,” she gasped as he managed to slip a good portion of his cock inside of her.
“Are you okay? I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, pausing.
“A little, but in a good way. Don’t stop,” she said, almost panting as she spoke.
Malcolm slipped further inside her, pushing against the resistance he encountered there until her hymen broke. She squirmed a little beneath him, but then relaxed again and began moving with him, her hips joining his as they bounced up and down in a slow rhythm of passion.
It felt like their own little symphony. Their well-timed pulsations moved toward a climax, another for her and a single spectacular one for him. A loud cry escaped her lips as she pushed hard against him, guiding the pace until they were bouncing hard and fast against one another. He could feel the rush of his orgasm flowing to its destination like a raging river and tried to hold it back for as long as possible.
Then, there was no more control as his body took over and spilled its seed into her womb. He grasped her waist as he filled her with his final pleasure, a deep crescendo as they finished out the masterpiece. Arching toward her, he let it go, accompanied by a loud growl that filled the back of his throat. It had been a long time since he had come like this, since he had gotten so much pleasure from being with someone.
They collapsed against one another for a moment, enjoying the aftermath of their mating. It wouldn’t be the last time tonight, as they seemed only to want more of one another. By the time they drifted off to sleep, they had gone another three rounds, each one more exciting than the last.
He lay there in the darkness before finally drifting off again, wishing that she were a wolf and not a bear. Under different circumstances, he could be happy with someone exactly like her.CHAPTER TENAutumn-3
“You need to shift so you can finish healing. I’ll go to the sofa.”
“I don’t want you to go. I want you here with me,” she protested.
“We’ll see how you’re doing tomorrow night, and maybe I’ll stay, but both of us aren’t going to fit in this bed if you shift into a bear and I’m honestly not sure I want to be here if you wake up in the middle of the night and get hungry,” he laughed.
“Then I won’t shift. I’ll still heal, just a little slower.”
“I wished we had that luxury, but we don’t. The longer you sit still, the better their chances are of finding you. You’re still weak and you still have some wounds that aren’t healed. They could get infected if you let them go too long without antibiotics. Healing them is the best thing you can do.”
“I suppose,” she replied.
He kissed her on the lips, another deep, lingering kiss that made her want him again. She felt sore from their tryst, but that didn’t matter. She craved him now. It wasn’t something she had ever felt before, and she wanted to enjoy as much of it as possible before they parted ways again, but he was right. She needed to heal and get on with her plans. Staying here with him once their few nights together were up wasn’t an option, but the truth was that she was scared now.
She watched as he left the room and closed the door behind him. Stretching out across the bed, she shifted. Her large bear frame filled the bed. It felt weird sleeping like this, but hopefully, she wouldn’t have to do it much longer, at least not in a bed. That was the part that frightened her even more. Without money or any means of getting any, she was going to have to have to find a place to secure her bike—if she even had one to secure—and then take to the woods at night to sleep in bear form. She stood a much better chance at remaining unbothered that way than she did as some homeless person on a sidewalk somewhere.
The prospect of it all was terrifying, but not as much as returning home and enduring marriage to Trevor Nolan. The thought of him touching her made her skin crawl, especially now that she’d experienced how fantastic sex could be with someone you want to touch you.