“No!” she wept, reaching for his wrist to shove his finger deeper inside her. “No, it’s awesome. It’s the best.”
He obeyed her urging, continuing to finger fuck her until her orgasm faded and she lay back on his bed, exhausted.
“It was so good you cried?” he asked, trying to understand whether she was really okay.
“I didn’t cry!” She swiped at her face with her hands. “My eyes watered a little, that’s all.”
He thought about turning dom and spanking her for lying, but considering her apparent fragility, he opted for settling next to her and kissing her neck. His cock strained against his boxer briefs, jumping at the contact with her leg, which made her eyes widen and her body go stiff.
“Uh, I think I’ll go take a long shower, okay?” He rolled away.
“Yeah, fine.” She jumped out of bed, practically running for the door.
“I like a big breakfast in the morning, slave!” he called out to her retreating back.
“Yep. You just take a long shower, and I will whip something up!”
He grinned, wanting nothing more than to snatch her up, toss her back in his bed, and never let her leave it again. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted a girl in his life. But the attraction went deeper than the physical. He liked everything about her—her feisty spirit, her ditzy intelligence, her cooking. With Faye, he could really have something. And as a paranormal herself, she might accept his animal side.
He yanked off his t-shirt and boxer briefs, stepping into the shower. Wrapping his fist around his cock, he closed his eyes and let the water spray his face as he slowly stroked up and down his shaft, replaying every moment of the scene he’d just left. He almost ejaculated at the moment in his memory when Faye came, but he backed off, wanting to enjoy the images of her a bit longer. He leaned his back against the wet tile and revisited every spanking he’d givenher since he brought her into his house as his slave. By the time he had enjoyed them all, his legs trembled, his cock straining in his fist. He came back to the scene in his bed, this time imagining she had begged him to take her and the moment he slid his cock into her imaginary sheath, he came in an endless stream, the release so huge the beast within nearly howled in victory.
Toweling off, he whistled as he dressed, eager to see what Faye made for breakfast. But strangely, his excellent sense of smell did not detect any food cooking in the kitchen. He walked out of his room. “Faye?” he called.
She was not in the living room or kitchen. She was not in the bathroom.
Son of a bitch.Faye had run. Why? He opened the front door, and saw her tracks in the snow that had fallen during the night. They led to his motorcycle, where they stopped, turned, and headed across his property toward the woods.Double son of a bitch.
He stepped back inside, shutting the door and pulling off his clothes. Throwing them into a satchel, he tossed the bag over his shoulder and closed his eyes, focusing on the zone of the hunt to shift. He had learned long ago how to step outside his body during the bone-crushing moments of changing, avoiding the sensation of being torn in two. He held his breath, waiting to see if the flippers would remain in his wolf form, but four perfect paws hit the floor, and he took off, his nails scraping the wood as he tore out the back doggie door into the snow.
Following her scent and her tracks, he ran as fast as he could, fearful the falling snow would soon erase both. He doubted Faye knew her way through the woods, even with her fairy blood to assist her.
Why had she run?
As he raced through the trees, he went over the scene inhis bedroom again, this time without getting aroused. She had cried. Had he hurt her? Scared her? Had she liked ittoomuch? He wished he knew.
She probably had a half hour’s head start, but he could well out-run her, so long as he didn’t lose her scent. He slowed when the tracks disappeared, the snow falling too fast. All he saw was a pure blanket of white. He lowered his nose, straining to catch her sweet fairy scent.
She would freeze out here if he didn’t find her soon. Her tracks had not led him in a straight path, worrying him that she was lost or disoriented. Remembering how chilled the motorcycle ride made her only increased his concern. Her petite frame had no extra body fat to keep her warm.
He stopped, losing her scent altogether.Fuck.He sat and lifted his nose in the air, sniffing the breeze, straining his sensitive ears for any sound.
Whether it was smell or instinct, he caught the impression of fear, the hunter within him crouching low before he even registered what caused the reaction.
Faye.It had to be her.
FAYE
Fate.
She had lost all sense of direction. This was bad. Really bad.
Tears smarted her eyes as she turned in a full circle, trying to get her bearings. The snowstorm made it impossible to see the sun or the mountains or anything else to tell her in which direction lay the side of the forest closest to her home. She had a feeling she had gone astray at some point.
She took off a mitten and tucked her numb fingers inside her jacket and under her armpit, cursing at the pain of thepins and needles that accompanied their wakening. Why had she thought she could walk back to her place?
Because she had been out of her mind, that’s why. Cade awakened a lust in her so undeniable she had teetered on the brink of begging on her knees for him to take her. And if she gave into her desire, she would lose all her powers, forever. And Cade would never forgive her for turning his feet into flippers and ruining his life.
She leaned her forehead against a tree, taking the hand out of her armpit and changing over to the other hand. The snap of a twig alerted her a half second before she heard a horrific bark and whirled to see an enormous wolf lunging for her.
