I couldn’t stand for her to doubt herself, but there was nothing I could say without exposing shifter business. I took a step closer, intending only to give her shoulder a comforting, brotherly pat.
Somehow she was in my arms, her face raised to mine. I kissed her lips, the luscious full lips that had been tempting me since I first saw her. They were as soft and warm as I’d imagined, and sweet with her breath.
Her mouth opened to me. My hand slipped to her neck and tangled in her tight curls. The texture was intensely erotic. My cock throbbed at the thought of her curls brushing along its length.
I touched my tongue to hers, delicately, holding back. She was so young…
Too young. And human.
I pulled away.
She clung to me, her breasts soft against my chest, her belly cupping my cock. “Terrence.”
The way she said my name made my bear rumble with pleasure. My mate…
Not my mate.
I tried to push her away. My arms pulled her tighter instead.
I kissed her, all gentleness forgotten. She was mine…
She kissed me back eagerly. Her tongue tangled with mine. Her nipples, stiff with need even through her shirt, rubbed against the bare skin of my chest.
I gripped her ass cheeks. Pillow-soft, and so delicious in my hands. Thrusting against her, I wanted to sink my cock in her heat.
Hefting her up, I held her tight against my cock. She moaned and squirmed and wrapped her legs around my waist.
I groaned. I was going to explode if I didn’t enter her.
I lay her down on a bed of fallen needles. When she smiled up at me, my cock jerked.
I wanted to rip her clothes off. Restraining myself, I tugged her shorts down her thighs. She raised her hips to help me, completely trusting.
Her shirts came off next. Under them she was wearing that slinky green swimsuit. I couldn’t resist running my hands all along the smooth sides and feeling her hidden curves.
The ripe brown flesh of her tits poured over the top of her swimsuit. I tugged at the swimsuit until her fat brown nipples were exposed.
I lowered my head to her breasts, sucking one nipple, then the other, and squeezing her tits together so I could fit them both in my mouth at one time. Her soft panting noises made the blood roar in my veins.
“I’ve got to have you,” I groaned.
She stared up at me with shining eyes, her lips parted.
I fumbled with the tie of her swimsuit. I dragged the suit off her. God, she was beautiful, all flowing brown flesh, and all mine.
I tore my jeans off. The look on her face when she saw my cock—I flexed my cock for her, proud that she wanted it.
Kneeling between her thighs, I rested my weight on my arms. She looked tiny, like I’d crush her.
“Take me,” she whispered.
My self-control evaporated. I wiggled my cock into position between her hot steamy lips, and I plunged inside her.
So good, so tight, so hot.
I fucked her hard and deep. She writhed underneath me, panting and sighing and gripping my cock with her pussy. I angled myself so I’d brush against her swollen clit with each thrust. That made her wild, and her excitement almost set me off. But I kept on stroking her until she convulsed, her mouth hanging open. Her cunt pulsed on my cock, so so sweet, so fine. I rammed my cock as far inside her as I could go, and I poured my seed inside her.
I collapsed on top of her, still careful to rest most of my weight on my arms. She was hot and damp, and smelled so good, and I wanted to fuck her without end.
Burying my face in her neck, I breathed in her scent. My bear rumbled approval.
But we couldn’t linger. I shouldn’t have permitted any delay at all. She needed to get home. People were worried about her. I needed to report back to Bear.
I found her swimsuit and handed it to her.
And sniffed.
“Blood,” I said slowly. “Did I hurt you?”
Her face bent down as she pulled on the swimsuit, she shook her head.
“It’s that time?” But I would have smelled if she was on her period.
She shook her head again. Her eyes met mine. She looked faintly embarrassed.
“Then…”
“It was my first time,” she said in a small voice.
My bear whooped. I reached for my jeans. Her blood was on me too. Even as I exulted in being her first, her only, I was disgusted at myself.
I’d failed to protect her from being abducted by the wolves. I’d lost the fight with the wolves until her arrival distracted them. I couldn’t tell her, a human, the truth about what I was. And I took advantage of her inexperience.
I’d done enough damage. I couldn’t lead her on and let her think there was any future for us. My bear howled curses at me.
“Look, Yvette…”
Yvette. No use pretending anymore. She never was just the girl.
She knew what I was going to say. She rocked with hurt, her whole body hunching in pain. Stiffening, she forced a smile. “Terrence,” she said coolly. “Thanks. It was fun.”
It made me irrationally angry to hear my name in that distant voice. No matter that my mind approved her quick defense, my gut rejected that cool tone. I wanted to shake that cold veneer off her.
I wanted to kiss the hurt from her face.
I thrust my hands in my pockets, where they couldn’t get me in trouble. Otherwise I might tilt her face up to mine, or glide them over her arms, or…
I wheeled back toward the direction we needed to go. “The boat shouldn’t be too much farther.”