“It does sound horrible, for you both. That’s no way to live.”
“Probably not, but it’s not a perfect world where we all get to meet the person of our dreams and fall in love. We just have to do what is best for us. That doesn’t always have anything to do with love.”
“I guess not,” she told him, finishing off her wine and holding it out for a refill.
“Are you sure you are okay to have more? You’re going to have to shift to finish healing later and I don’t want some boozed-up bear trying to shred me later in my sleep.”
“Oh, come on. Where is your sense of adventure?” she laughed as he poured her another glass.
Malcolm smiled at her in a way that absolutely melted her, and she found herself leaning forward to kiss him. It was spontaneous, unexpected, even by her. Even more surprising was that he didn’t pull away right off, letting the kiss linger between them for a moment. Something stirred inside her like nothing she had ever felt before.CHAPTER NINEMalcolm-3
It took a moment to remember what was happening, who he was kissing. Pulling away, he looked into her gorgeous eyes and beautiful face. He could feel them pulling him in, calling to him. Still, he shouldn’t take advantage, and she wasn’t his kind. He’d do well to remember that above anything. A fling was unfair to someone so inexperienced, and he had nothing more to offer a bear.
“We can’t,” he managed to say.
“Why can’t we?” she said, her voice soft, almost a purr.
“We’re different.”
“You mean you’re a wolf and I’m a bear.”
“That’s part of it, but it’s more than that.”
“Because I’m a virgin.”
“Okay. Yes. You deserve someone to love you and be your first, not some strange wolf you’re stuck in a cabin with while you’re on the run.”
“Maybe I don’t care about all that. Maybe I just want to know what it feels like with someone who knows what they are doing.”
“What if I don’t know what I’m doing?” he replied.
“Do you?”
He laughed and looked away for a moment and then back at her, taking in her sweet face before allowing his eyes to drift down toward her abundant curves, in all the right places.
“I like to think so.”
“Then show me.”
“I can’t promise you anything past when we leave this cabin,” he clarified.
“I won’t ask you for more,” she told him, not waiting for an answer.
Moving back toward him, she kissed him again, this time more feverishly. He could smell her, that musky scent shifter females gave off when they were excited. It was different than he was used to, but unmistakable.
He took his time with her, wanting it to last, knowing it might be their only time together and that she’d never been touched before. He kissed her slowly, his hands tangled in her long, dark hair as she leaned into him, pressing her body against his.
Her smell was somehow intoxicating, not like the wolf shifters he had been with. It was a huge turn on like he’d never experienced before. His lips drifted across hers and down her neck, finding his way to her nipples and suckling at them as she cooed beneath him.
He was eager, too eager, and he cautioned himself to keep the pace slow, to let her adjust to his touch to increase her pleasure. His fingers found their way downward, into her pants, into her panties, and softly caressed her innocent folds. She responded, pushing her body closer to his, moaning against his lips.
She was like a sensitive instrument and he played her perfectly, his fingers dancing along her increasingly wet folds as she whimpered against him. It didn’t take long to bring her to the edge, her body jerking as she shuddered with her first climax. Her eyes closed and then shot open as she exploded against him.
“Oh, my God, that feels amazing,” she gasped as he continued his gentle manipulations against her pussy lips.
“Let’s get you undressed,” he told her, pulling his hand free to pull her shirt over her head. He watched her face, and she never took her eyes off of his as he slipped her shirt over her head, exposing her full, round breasts and milky skin.
Leaning back against the sofa, she let him take off her pants and slip her panties down, dropping them onto the floor. She was beautiful like this, open to him, wanton. He settled in between her legs, letting his tongue lap at the moisture there and listening to the guttural moans she made as he teased her clit with his tongue and teeth.
In mere moments, she was digging her nails into his back, pulling him closer into her and moaning loudly. There was no self-consciousness in her, just wild abandon. She was enjoying every moment of his teasing. He could feel her body begin to tense as her climax built inside of her, and then she was shaking as it vibrated free of her body. Her hands pulled at him, pulling him upward toward her urgently.