“No. I need to be here.” She was almost drunk on his scent. “I know they burned your cabin… I’m so sorry.”
“It was nothing to me. Not like you.”
“Is this my fault, Dane? All this? Because I came here in the first place?”
“No, darling. This day was coming anyway.”
“I hated you for changing me.” She felt a tear escape, leaving a hot track on her cheek. “I mean—not really. I tried to hate you, but I was just angry. Just angry. I never hated you. I could never hate you.”
“I’m glad, Ginger. I only wanted to save you. I’m sorry I had to turn you like I did—without your permission.”
“I forgive you. Of course I do. You did save me.” She leaned back, put her hands on his unshaven face, and gazed into his low-burning golden eyes. “I’m so glad you’re alright, Dane.”
“You’re not safe here, darling,” he said softly. “You should get on his ship and leave with him. Right now.”
“What? Leave? I don’t want to leave. Let me help you, let—” She blinked. “Wait—‘his’ ship? Hunter’s ship?”
“Aren’t you with him?” Even as he said it, his grip on her tightened possessively. “Aren’t you his woman?”
“His…? I don’t… I’m not… I don’t know,” she said slowly.
“Then answer this: do you love him?” Dane’s voice was a hot, low burr.
“I don’t—I don’t know,” she stammered again. But that wasn’t exactly true. She knew how she felt. It just made no sense.
“Ginger,” he said gently, lifting her chin with a hand. “Be honest with me. Do you love him?”
She stared at him, unblinking.
And then she rose up on her tiptoes and kissed him.
He tasted just like she remembered: cedar-y, manly, warm. She could tell he liked it; his hand tightened in her hair, and he almost groaned.
“Ginger…”
But she kissed him again, harder, running her hands down his hot, muscular chest. Its shading of light-brown hair prickled her fingers deliciously.
“Ginger…”
She traced his deep Apollo’s belt with one hand; the other reached between his legs, where his thick, heavy cock was already hardening. Her own animal instincts were surging close to the surface, demanding a mating.
“We can’t,” he said, nipping her ear—but his cock stiffened to its full, impressive length as she closed her fingers on it in a soft grip. She’d never seen or felt it hard before—it was bigger than she’d realized. “We can’t do this if you’re his.”
“I’m not anyone’s,” she whispered, her eyes closing as he gently, gently bit her neck. “Not yet.”
He growled, and goose bumps broke out on her skin.
Dane. Me. Finally.
I’ve always wanted this.
“Then there’s still time for me to claim you.” He bit her shoulder, hard. His cock was as hard as hot metal in her hand.
“Take me,” she breathed, every inhibition gone. “Make me yours. I want to be yours.”
“Ginger.” The way he said her name sent shivers down her spine.
Then he was stripping her, peeling off her jacket, pulling off her sweater, unbuttoning her jeans—and kissing her, always kissing her; teething her throat and her jaw, nuzzling her temple.
Being this close to him, being touched by him—finally, finally—made her flush as pink as punch. She’d been desperate for this ever since she’d first seen him, ever since she’d first walked into his office for an interview.
He got her naked. Her body sang. His hot skin, his body hair, his smell, the way she could feel his heartbeat going in his chest—she wanted to be this close to him forever. It felt unimaginably right, the two of them pasted together, kissing, in the forest—like they were the first and only man and woman in the world.
“I need you, Ginger,” he burred against her kiss-swollen lips. “I need to be inside you like you can’t imagine. I need to be between those soft thighs.”
“Do you?” she asked, loving the hot inflexibility of his cock pressed against her navel. She fisted it and slowly, slowly ran her hand up and down its length; the thickly swollen veins thrilled her. “You need to fill me with this? It’s so gorgeous, Dane. It’s so big.”
His muscular hips were working, forcing her to stroke him faster. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”
Her pussy was buttery already, the slick lips spreading like a nightflower. “No. This is yours.” She guided his cock between her thighs, pressing its rigid length flush against her hot, custardy cunt. He groaned.
“You’re so wet, Ginger,” he said, one of his hands closing controllingly on the back of her neck. “You’re one of us now, aren’t you? Half-animal.”
“Do I seem like an animal?” she asked, rocking her hips gently so the soaked lips of her pussy slid along his straining cock, and so the warm, white flesh of her thighs massaged its sides. “More than I did before?”
“Much more,” he growled, his hands going to her high, flushed breasts. “You’re such a beauty. Do you know that?”
“Tell me.”
“All that red hair. Plush, pink lips. Skin as clean as milk.” He squeezed her plump, hard-nippled breasts. “So female. Such a tiny waist, Ginger, and such curvy hips. Lush thighs. Such a gorgeous face… I love your eyes, Ginger. I always have.”
“Even now that they’re different?” It was a wet mess between her thighs, a gelatinous smear of her arousal and his pre-come.
“You look right,” he said seriously. “You look like you were born to be one of us. The gold is perfect.” He pinched her pebbled nipples, and she gasped lasciviously. “And you act like it, too.”
“I want you to take me,” she whined, the animal urge to be conquered and mounted burning her thoughts away. “Mate me! That’s what I need!”
“I know, Ginger.” His eyes were brightening to gold. “I know what you need now. Exactly what you need. And I can give it you—because I’m just as much an animal as you are.”
Suddenly, one of his hands shot into her hair and pulled it hard; she yelped, but it delighted her, and she knew the delight showed on her face. He flipped her around, so her back was to his front, and then he pressed her to the ground, down onto her knees.
Instinct took control of her, and she bent forward, dropping to her hands and knees like she had again and again for Hunter.
“Mate me,” she whined, rolling her ass. “I need it. I need it. Take me, Dane. Take me!”
“I know, Ginger,” he soothed, gripping her desperate hips. “I’ll take you. I need to take you… oh, Ginger… I’ve needed it for months…”
She felt him testing her pussy with a few fingers—felt his fingers running up and down her drenched, puffy lips, then sliding gooily inside—and hissed impatiently. Every female instinct was screaming that she needed cock, needed to be filled, and fingers were not enough.
“Breed me, Dane! Please! Please!”
The animal inside her was mad with desire, ravenous for a mounting. And when she felt him adjusting himself—felt his cockhead touch her pouting, drooling pussy lips—felt it start to sink inside—
“Ahh!”
His thick, manful length slid fully inside her in one wet thrust. Her pussy clenched on it eagerly, and the moan that escaped her was raw, sweet, and feminine. Pleasure lit up her body, turning her blood into pure electricity.
“Oh, Ginger,” Dane groaned, his strong hands crushing her hips. “Oh, Ginger… fuck. Heavenly.”
“Pound me,” she gasped, the she-bear roaring for orgasm. She gripped the salal under her hands, her nails digging into the dirt. “Please!”
“Shh.” He ran one of his hands up her slender, sweaty back. “I’ll set the pace.”
Slowly—agonizingly slowly—he stroked in and out of her, driving her close to insanity. It was incredible, the pleasure a soaking sizzle between her legs, but it wasn’t rough enough or deep enou
gh, not as ferocious as her shifter instincts demanded. He had to know that.
“Please,” she gasped. “Please—more. Please.”
“Shh, Ginger,” he repeated, his voice low and rough. “Ahh. You’re so soft. So, so soft. Softer than I ever dreamed.”
“Dane. Don’t tease me. Please, please, please…”
“And so wet,” he growled, talking over her begging. “It’s like your pussy’s full of hot molasses, Ginger. Amazing.”
“Dannnneee—”
He groaned, sinking in to the hilt and holding there. She could feel him throbbing inside her; her pussy seized on his cock obscenely. Her eyelids flickered—she felt near-delirious from the pleasure and the need.
“I adore you,” he rasped, pulling her hair. “I’ve wanted this so long.”
“For how long?” she moaned, leaning her head down. She could see strings of fluid dripping from between her smooth, spread thighs.
“Ever since I first saw you, Ginger. Ever since that very first moment.” His cock pulsed violently inside her cunt, almost as if he was coming. “You’re so beautiful. Brave… smart… sweet… So tempting. And you have”—a thrust—“the best”—another thrust—“pussy”—another thrust, the roughest yet—“I’ve ever”—a thrust so harsh she cried out with relief—“been inside! The best, Ginger!”
“Make it come!” she squealed. “Make my pussy come!”
He had once already—with his mouth—and it’d been one of the best orgasms of her life. Now she wanted him to make her come with his cock.
It was clear he meant to do just that. He slammed into her again and again, piledriving her, his hips hitting her ass hard. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the woods, the rhythmic soundtrack of raw, bearish sex.
She wasn’t sure she’d ever felt as much pleasure from a cock, unless it was with Hunter. Dane was fucking her so hard, so animalistically, that she was light-headed with enjoyment. Every deep stroke hit somewhere sweet and wild inside her that accepted it with relish. She felt like she had been made to be taken like this: on all fours in the woods.
He took her almost to the crest of orgasm, making her buck, making her pant and whine—and then he stopped. He just stopped.
She squirmed, the feeling of his thick, motionless cock inside her absolute torture. She tried to hump back on him, but he held her hips with hands of steel and forced her to be still.
“Dane… please—”
“We’re animals, but we can be more than animals, too,” he rumbled. “I’m a man and you’re a woman, Ginger. I love you. Let me show you the softer side of those feelings.”
“Dane…?”
His hands slid up to her shoulders. He slipped out of her—she moaned with frustration—and then turned her, so she was on her back on the ground, on a bed of ferns. Then he settled down on top of her, kissing her—delicious kisses, hard-mouthed and manly.
He reached a hand between their legs and fitted himself inside her. The sensation of his fat, mushroom-headed cock pressing into the honeyed crush of folds between her legs… her back arched, and her thighs spread receptively.
“Oh, Dane,” she whispered, locking her arms around his neck. He’s so civilized. More than I am. I need that about him. “Make… make love to me.”
He did. The sex softened, but deepened; she was lost in a sweet haze of pleasure. His mouth was never far from hers, kissing her, kissing her face, the line of her jaw—one of his hands was always in her hair, but gently, gently, never pulling. He was the considerate lover she’d always known he would be.
Finally she was under him, taking him. How long have I wanted this? Needed this?
She felt human, and adored. His thick cock was still bringing her to orgasm, though, and as it shucked in and out of her she felt the tightness in her belly grow, felt her clit harden more and more until it was like a seed pearl above her slit.
“Dane—I—I love you, I—I’m close—”
“Come for me—darling—come—”
The climax came, rich and unhurried. It radiated from her pelvis through her whole body, melting her, satisfying her completely.
Yes. Just yes!
He came after her, stiffening above her—groaning—and then unleashing a good, hot flood of come inside her. She had what felt like a second orgasm—smaller, but sharper—at the feel of it, and the thought that he’d finally filled her. Finally claimed me.
They were both panting and covered in sweat, but neither made a move to disentangle.
She didn’t want to stop kissing him. So she didn’t: she kissed him again, and again, and again, loving the hot flavor of his mouth, the scratch of his stubble, his hard weight on top of her. She raised her legs and pressed her thighs to his hips, keeping him close to her. It’s like my own personal paradise.
“Ginger,” he murmured finally. She could tell it took an effort of will for him to break off kissing her. “We need to move.”
“Move? Why?”
“The woods aren’t safe. I shouldn’t have taken you here.” He kissed her again, with feeling. She felt like her insides had melted, like she was full of hot margarine. “We need to get back to camp.”
“No, don’t get up!” she said, meaning it. She closed her thighs on him harder. “I love this. We belong like this.”
“We do,” he growled, making her pulse throb. “We belong together, Ginger. I want you to be mine.”
“I am yours,” she sighed, unable to pretend she wasn’t. “I have been for a long time.”
“What about Beaumont?” he asked, kissing her, making her soft as syrup. “What is he to you?”
“I… I…” His kisses were wiping her mind. All she wanted was the pleasure of his nearness, the pleasure of his love. Her messy pussy tightened greedily, too, ready for more sex. “Dane, I don’t know the answers to these questions. Both of you matter to me.”
“Hm.” He ran a couple of fingers gently over her pink, sensitive nipple. “Is that how it is?”
“What do you mean?” He sounded like he understood something she didn’t.
“Do you love me, Ginger?”
Her eyelashes flickered; she gazed at him. At his handsome face, his gold-and-hickory eyes, his broad shoulders—at the green, smoky canopy of trees above them.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“And him, Ginger?” His hand on her face was gentle, as if she was a sugar sculpture, something precious. “Do you love him?”
Hunter. Rugged, honest Hunter; funny, decent, one with the wild. Hunter, who had taught her to fish and fight and forage, who adored her, who protected her.
“I love you. But I love him too,” Ginger said, letting the truth escape her mouth. “I don’t understand it, Dane. How is that possible?”
He gazed at her, and there was no anger in his eyes. “I thought so. This happens sometimes, Ginger. Among our kind.”
“What happens?”
“I’ll explain later. But for now, we have to get back.”
“I want to stay like this. You and me. Glued together.”
He rumbled, a satisfied sound. “So do I, darling. But we have to move. It’s not safe here—we’ve just been lucky. Come on.”
“I love you,” she said again, clenching her legs on him.
For a second, he didn’t try to get up. “Say it again, Ginger.”
“I love you.” It felt amazing to say it.
“And I love you.” He kissed her, deep. “Come on, darling. Get up.”
He disentangled himself from her and pulled her to her feet. Gathering up her clothes, they stole off through the woods, back toward Riona’s Inlet.
Chapter 35
It was after dark when they made it back to Riona’s Inlet. Dane strode for the elders’ cave, and Ginger trotted after him, their tracks running parallel in the sand. She didn’t intend to be cut out of the conversation again.
There was a fire lit in the cave, and Riona and other
elders were seated around it. When they saw Dane—and Ginger—some of them stood.
“Dane,” Riona said, gliding to him. “How did your day on the hunt go?”
“Did you find his den?” Torin growled. “Gunnar’s?”
“I did,” Dane said. “But it’s well defended. Did I miss anything?”
“Hunter Beaumont is back with us,” said Torin, squinting at Ginger. “But I guess you know that, since you have the girl. Thought she was his girl.”
“She’s no one’s,” Dane said coolly. He glanced at Ginger, and saw the question she wanted to ask in her face. “Where is Beaumont now?”
“He’s gone to the southern shore,” Riona said, watching him closely. “His boat was moored near there. He wanted to sail around the island.”
“See if he could see anything of value,” grunted Torin.
“What do you mean by ‘well defended,’ Dane?” Riona asked.
“I mean he has a lot of men at the den he’s chosen,” Dane said, sitting on a drift log and gesturing Ginger to sit at his side. “Enough to make a hard fight.”
“How many?” Torin asked, sitting also; Riona sat too.
“Ten, fifteen. Grizzly men,” Dane answered, accepting some tea from the girl Ginger recognized as Riona’s granddaughter. “Strong, all of them. Full grown.”
Ginger gazed around the circle of the fire. Half the people there were naked, and another third were wearing little more than shag cloaks. It didn’t make her uncomfortable, though. I must be getting used to this world, for real.
“Fifteen full-grown grizzly men,” Torin grumbled. “Formidable, Riona.”
“Yes,” she agreed, sitting up straight on her log. “But not invincible.”
“Naw, far from it,” said a familiar voice—Ginger started.
Hunter strode into the cave, unzipping his squall jacket as he came close to the fire. Before he sat down, he cast a quick look at her and Dane—she could see the flash of hurt in his eyes, and it made her stomach squirmy with guilt, even though she’d never made him any promises. “He chose a den that’s a natural cave, part of some sea rocks at the top of the heights. You can climb up from the ocean side pretty easy, take ’em by surprise. They think they burned all of our boats, but there’s still Miss Grizzly. They won’t expect a seaside attack.”
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