No, the bear was still in charge of this very human, very sexually aroused body.
12
BROOKE
He advanced toward me,his face a mask of pure possessiveness.
I tore my gaze away from the sizable erection bobbing between his legs and scrambled to my feet as quickly as I could with my ankle so sore. Nervous energy shot through my chest, my breaths leaving me short and fast. I stumbled around the couch, putting it between us. He followed.
“Kane?”
Every step I took away from him, he matched. The real Kane had to be in there somewhere. The bear couldn’t take complete control of him, could it? I’d heard of shifters going rabid, that their animal side took over and they’d need to be put down, but I’d never known one personally or seen it in action. How far gone was he?
He stalked me, undeterred. My body hummed at the ownership in his eyes. My instincts liked his strength and dominance. I wanted to submit, but my feet moved me away from him.
You’re only making it worse.By running, I was inciting his more basic instincts.
Kane never broke his gaze from me. He had one objective and I was it. Earlier, I’d practically begged him to fuck me, but this animal side of him made me nervous.
No matter what had happened since the cowboy found me, my body needed sex. My skin itched and tingled. My tongue still lay thick in my mouth. A sexual ache built inside me. I was in heat with only one option for release. I’d spent the whole day fantasizing about him, watching him work, obsessing. Now Kane was here in front of me and wanted it too.
Except, he’d told me he couldn’t be with me. In the state he was in, did he really understand what he was doing? I didn’t know his reasons for refusing me earlier, but from the way he was acting, he didn’t seem to have them on his mind either.
Indecision rippled through me, but I stopped myself before I could run for the door. After everything, I wouldn’t get far if I tried to escape. My ankle was swollen, my feet hurt, and my body was at war with itself. So much of me wanted this. My animal, my biology, and…me.
The distance between us shortened as Kane closed the gap. The width of his bare chest filled my vision, the thatch of curls at its center a shade darker than his head of hair.
My instincts shouted at me to submit. This was so different than what usually happened with a guy, and I felt like I was drowning. I didn’t know how to handle this situation. I didn’t know how to stay in control.
Maybe there wasn’t a way.
Swallowing, I bowed my head and pulled my hair to one side, exposing the stinging marks he’d bitten in my neck. A growl rolled through his chest. I closed my eyes when he moved behind me. The heat of him spread across my spine. His breath warmed the skin of my shoulder. When his lips skimmed the exposed flesh, the scruffy hair of his beard tickled my skin.
His tongue darted out and caressed one of the puncture marks. I gasped. Liquid heat spiraled down my spine and thighs, making my core clench. His teeth scraped along my skin. Tension oozed out of my limbs, my body softening.
When he paused with his lips over the bite he’d given me, I opened my eyes and turned my head. He watched me with that same predatory look.
With his focus entirely on my eyes, his hand inched across my stomach. Shivers cascaded down my legs. Spanning my abdomen, he pulled me against him. My breath caught in my throat. His cock pulsed hot against the base of my spine.
With purpose, he stepped forward, taking me with him until my body was caught between him and the wall. My hands splayed flat over it, my cheek pressed against the rough wood of the log.
His lips on my jaw, one of his hands covered mine, holding me in place. His other roved over my body like he owned it. Along my hip, under my borrowed T-shirt, his fingers brushing the undersides of my breasts, then back down into the loose elastic of the sweatpants.
My chest rose and fell in an excited rhythm. Everywhere he touched, my body burned. Seductive sensations bombarded my brain one after the other. When the blade of his hand skimmed down the crack of my ass, I groaned. My body gave him no resistance as he slid his hand lower until his knuckle touched my wet core. I moaned. My pussy was so wet and ready. I rocked back into him, needing friction.
The scent of my heat and sex rose around us. A growl rumbled through his chest, making all of my nerve endings come alive. He rubbed me over and over again. The movement made my sweatpants fall lower and lower until they were around my ankles. The wood of the cabin walls scraped against my palms.
I was too hot. An inferno built inside me and wouldn’t let go. His cock pressed against the side of my hip as his hand ground against me. I was so empty. I needed to be filled. The fever of my body now consumed my mind. I couldn’t think anymore, just feel.
“Please.” The word came out a groan. “I need you.”
Pressing against the wall, I angled my ass toward his cock. He growled and grabbed my hips. With ease, he lifted me up, then settled me on his cock in the next heartbeat.
There was no resistance. I was wet and swollen, and he slid right in. Another growl mixed with my moan of pure pleasure. After a whole day of burning up inside, this was exactly what my body needed. The way he braced me between him and the wall, my feet barely touched the floor.
He pulled back and thrust. Sparks burst behind my eyes. He hit my spot perfectly. A frenzy overcame me. I needed release. I pressed back against him again and again. Faster and faster. My body demanded the pace and Kane didn’t slow me down. It turned into a primal, uncontrollable thing. The sound of flesh smacking flesh, the scent of sex, my moans and his growls—it reached a fevered pitch.
I’d never been fucked so hard or deep in my life.
