My hands grabbed the back of his neck, holding him closer. I blinked several times as the water ran down my face. He was here. "Why are you here?" I gasped, feeling him moving us closer to the shore until the water only went up to our shoulders. "I… I came to return your dagger. I wasn't expectin
I could feel how large he was, and a shiver went down my spine in anticipation, even though I knew nothing more would happen. I couldn't let it, not when he didn't want me. Even touching him now would make it harder to walk away later when he rejected me. Having sex with him would completely destro
Damien P.O.V. I hated not having control over my actions. I told myself repeatedly to let the delusional and breathtakingly beautiful wolf go and to mind my own business. Whatever misguided feelings she had for me were just lust. Not a mate bond. Bears didn't have mates. Most of them didn't even
"You're a lot bigger than I imagined," Charlotte whispered, moving slowly as if not to spook me. My head tilted to the side, and I knew she could tell I was smiling at that comment. Her words had been innocent enough, but after a night of dreaming about how she would feel pressed naked against me,
Charlie P.O.V. I watched Damien out of the corner of my eye as he moved to the line of clothes Paxton had left up overnight to dry. Paxton was probably the closest to Damien's height, but Damien's thighs and hips were a lot larger and way more muscular than Paxton's. My jaw dropped as Damien pull
"Why do you call me Charlotte instead of Charlie?" I whispered, wanting to break the silence but keep the comfort between us. The last thing I wanted was for him to leave again. I wanted to spend as much time with him as I could. "Because that was how you introduced yourself first. I figured there
The silence lasted a second too long for my comfort, and I was about to pull away when he grabbed the back of my head and crashed his lips against mine. It was rough and primal. He sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling on it. My lips parted with a sigh of pleasure, and his tongue met mine. I moaned as
Damien P.O.V. Five men. She lived with five men who snored louder than most bears. It wouldn't have been a problem if I hadn't found myself back at her camp listening to them for the past few hours after they had all gone to sleep. Four were in tents, but the smallest one slept by the low burning