“Yes,” she whispered, turning to him in the firelight. She could see his eyes glowing with his animal underneath. His sideburns had grown full and hairy along his cheeks. He licked her neck, no longer holding back.
“Vivian, you smell so good. I want to taste every inch of your body,” he groaned, his voice thick with need.
She gasped as he cupped her pussy over her pants and squeezed. “I want that too,” she said heavily, desire deepening her voice.
He flicked open the button on her jeans and slid them down her thighs. Vivian kicked off her shoes and pants before Laurence pushed down her panties. His hands dipped between her legs, grabbing at her soft flesh.
He grazed her core. She tilted her head and arched her back. He reached up, unzipped her coat, and pulled her out of the last of her clothes. He was over her in an instant, pinning her under his massive form.
She lay naked and bare under him. Her body shivered with excitement as he held her hands over her head. She looked into his eyes as they shone brightly with the animal within. The fire flickered behind him, outlining his body in a hot, orange glow.
He kissed her mouth hard and deep, and pressed his cock, still hidden inside his pants, against her wet pussy. She groaned and tilted her hips up to grind against him. His tongue pressed through her lips, dancing with hers. Their mouths consumed each other hungrily.
He kissed down her body, taking her pricked nipple between his lips. His sharp teeth nibbled at the hard flesh, sending an electric shot of desire through her nipples and down to her pussy, where it exploded. She gushed for him.
Laurence slid his kisses down her stomach, running his tongue around her belly button and puckering against the soft round curve of her belly. He growled and gripped her hips, moving slowly down between her thighs.
He kicked her legs open wide and ran his tongue up one thigh and then the other. His hot breath tingled on her folds, making her moan. She ran her fingers through his thick black curls.
“Your pussy is so pink and wet for me, Vivian,” he growled. He ran his raspy wet tongue up the seam and pushed through her folds and against her swollen clit. She mewled as he pressed tight little circles on her nub.
His hands held her hips, his animal claws barely constrained. The sharp nails dug slightly into her skin as he licked and sucked her. He slid his tongue across her ass and pressed inside her aching hole. In and out he flicked, kissing her opening as he would her mouth. Vivian threw her hands back and grasped the sand, gripping the flowing particles between her fingers.
She bucked against his face, hungry for release. He growled against her pussy, the vibration unbearable. “Oh Laurence,” she begged. “Make me come.”
He licked her pussy up and down in quick bursts while she groaned in his hands. She cried out, desperate to orgasm when he sucked her clit into his mouth and bit slightly into the engorged bundle of nerves. Pleasure coursed through her body, vibrating out from her pussy and pricking her nipples into hard little stones. She gasped, “Oh, oh, oh,” as the climax clenched and throbbed.
Laurence rose above her. His massive form blocked out the blanket of glittering stars that shone from the clear velvet sky. He tore off his clothes and was upon her in an instant. His massive length pressed hard against her still tingling core. He groaned and pressed his teeth against the crook of her neck, hard, but not breaking the skin.
“I want to be inside you,” he said, kissing up her jawline.
“Me, too.”
“I’ve no protection, Vivian.”
“I’m on the pill,” she groaned, bucking against his shaft. The differences between them be damned, she wanted to feel his hard length inside her. She wanted it now.
With a quick jab, he thrust into her wet, ready core. Vivian’s eyes shot wide open as he stretched her, sinking deep. He gave another grunt and thrust balls deep inside her pussy.
Vivian panted, clutching his broad shoulders and muscled back. He was so large, so full. She moaned, barely able to take him. It had been a long time since she’d had a man inside her, and never a man this endowed.
“Your pussy is so tight, baby,” he said, pulling back until he’d almost slid out of her, his body slick with her juices. She groaned from the loss of him before he thrust back inside, filling her as she’d never been filled before.
He kissed her neck, nibbled her ear, and pumped into her like the writhing waves of the sea. All Vivian could do was hold on for dear life. The flood of desire and longing she’d been pushing deep down suddenly came to the surface and threatened to consume her.
She panted and gasped, groaning his name as he took her hard and fast on the sand. Each thrust was like heaven. She lost track of time and space and was only a bundle of nerves made for pleasure.
He pumped into her, a riot of sensation gripping her core. His thick member pressed against her inner desire, and the building tension finally burst anew. Her pussy gripped hard on his dick.
Laurence moaned into her ear. “You like that, little witch. You want it harder, faster.” She purred as her body clamped on his thrusting cock.
She quivered as he smacked into her, filling her with his body and soul. There seemed to be no space between them as the Earth tilted below her. His mouth clamped down on hers as he sent his tongue deep into her mouth. She could feel his already thick cock growing wider and thicker, slick with her juices and ready to burst.
He gripped her thigh and brought it up around his hip to pump deeper into her. With one, two, three quick thrusts, he exploded. His hot seed spilled deep in her pussy, jettisoning her climax to a new height. She gasped, mouth wide open as the last of his cum pumped into her wet core.
Her pussy throbbed as he slid from her. Semen slipped down her leg in a hot stream. She shuddered as he rolled over beside her. For long moments, she could barely think or breathe.
The sky above was alight with a trillion stars. The sound of the sea lapped against the shore of their little island. In that moment, lost on a beach in the middle of nowhere, they had known each other. But what of tomorrow?
She snapped out of her reverie and realized she’d totally fucked up. Again. She slapped her hand to her forehead. Her taste in men had never proved particularly good. Her last relationship had been a complete disaster, and here she was, fucking a grizzly bear who obviously didn’t like her much.
Vivian pulled her clothes back on, disappointed in herself. She seriously had a problem. No matter how attracted she was to Laurence and no matter how mind blowing the sex had proved to be, they would be terrible for each other. A witch and a shifter could never work.
Chapter 9
Laurence watched Vivian eat the rest of the boar meat as she sat by the campfire. It had been a small animal, carrying only enough meat for a few meals. He knew she would be hungry again soon, and so would he.
His bear was already grumbling for a more substantial meal. Usually he ate as much as what was on that boar in one meal. Now, he had to share with the curvy little witch.
Mist rolled in from the ocean as the pale sunlight warmed the damp earth of the island. Still barefoot, Laurence paced around their camp. He wanted her every time he looked at her, but she’d barely looked him in the eye all morning.
He never should have slept with her. They could never be together, and having a fling with a witch was not a safe proposition. What if she got angry with him? Witches were not to be trifled with, and they did not make good one-night stand material.
His bear grumbled that Vivian was far more than a one-night stand, but he shoved the animal down. No way in hell was he mating a witch. To have a woman like that all the time, in his house, in his bed, leaving him constantly in fear of curses and strange spells, would make his skin crawl.
“I’m going hunting. Go get some more water.”
Laurence dropped out of his clothes and could feel Vivian’s eyes run hot over his body. The knowledge that she was looking at him sent a tingle of desire down his back. He wanted her, that was for damn su
re. Even the human part of him wanted her, wanted to feel those soft womanly curves under his hands, wanted to sink deep inside her moist pussy again.
He licked his lips as he dropped his boxers. His dick betraying his thoughts, it sprung out into the cool, misty air. With his back still to her, he shifted. As the animal took over, a liberating rush of freedom burst through his being.
He roared and turned on Vivian. Her eyes grew wide with fear. Laurence could hear her heart beating, smell her adrenaline and the vestiges of arousal still heavy in the air. His tongue lagged out of his mouth as he approached her, sniffing the air, tasting her scent on his tongue. He growled and turned his heavy body away. Only the man could have this vixen. His animal could never claim her in this form.
The best the beast could do was hunt for her, bring her food, and keep her hunger at bay. He trotted off down the beach, enjoying the scent of the sea in his throat. He took a long drag of moist air, pulling in the scents all around him.
There was something musty and musky down the beach. It didn’t seem right and he couldn’t make out what it was beyond the fog that hung densely over the land.
He sniffed again, searching for another boar or maybe a deer to hunt. His bear grumbled for some fresh fish, but the tide was too high to fish in the ocean today.
As he broke through the mist, he could see a dark form, twice his size, approaching down the beach. It smelled like a bear, but the size was all wrong. As a grizzly shifter, he should be the king of bears smaller only than perhaps a shifter polar bear.
What burst through the mist was an aberration. It came at him snarling, its teeth sharp and bared. A brown bear, twice his size, was impossible. But there it was. Laurence’s instinct told him to run. He would never win this fight. This was not an animal or even a shifter.
He didn’t know what it was.
The animal came at him as he stopped dead in his tracks. Too late to run, Laurence stood his ground and then charged. Mouth wide and ready to bite down, he lunged for the massive beast’s neck.
It grunted and swiped at him. Fast for a bear, Laurence loped out of the way. But the next bash from the grizzly’s claws caught him square in the jaw, sending him reeling sideways across the beach.
He fell hard on his side, skidding over the sand. It caked in his fur, and blood seeped from his face. The larger animal charged him again, roaring. Its massive teeth clenched on Laurence’s neck.
“Hey!” a shout sounded over the crashing waves.
The aberration looked up at the direction of the shout. In that split second, Laurence was able to lunge at the beast’s neck and bite down hard on its jugular vein. Laurence crunched through its skin, crushing the bear’s neck between his sharp teeth.
The freakish creature stumbled and fell on its knees, groaning its last breaths. Laurence let the thing go and stood back. Blood flowed over his tongue and down his face, both the dead bear’s and his own.
Pain sheared through his face and neck as he watched the dead animal on the beach slowly disappear. Shocked, he sat down in animal form as the thing faded into nothingness.
Vivian ran up the beach behind him, carrying a jug of water. Her face was awash with concern, anger, and fear. She hurried to him. Her hand went to her mouth and she dropped the jug.
“Oh my god, you’re hurt badly.”
Laurence groaned and lay down on the sand. The blood seeped quick from his wounds and ran through his fur and onto the beach. He could feel his lifeblood flowing from him. The creature must have hit an artery.
Vivian approached warily and put her hands to his bear’s face. He grimaced, showing his teeth, and she jumped back with a gasp. Letting out a pitiful, moaning roar, he laid down again. He knew she could help him. He’d seen what she did with his cat.
Guardedly, she approached again, placing her hands over the wound. She took a deep breath and let it out. Laurence could feel the warm surge of energy press against his face. It felt like a tingling pressure that soothed the pain and pulled his flesh back together.
A balm covered the pain as his skin and veins knit together. Then a burning pain seared through him, and he roared. Vivian squeaked but didn’t stop pumping him full of her healing energy. Finally, the pain subsided, and he felt vitality and health roll through him.
He stood, just as she slumped down on the sand next to him, exhausted. He sniffed her and nudged her to get up, but she leaned away from the bear’s nose, fear trickling in her blood. Laurence shifted and knelt down beside her, taking her hand.
“Thank you Vivian. You saved my life.”
“I guess we’re even,” she said wearily. Her eyelids fluttered as if she might pass out at any moment.
“What’s wrong?”
“Healing a shifter is… harder than I expected.”
He growled and picked her up just as she began to fall backward onto the sand. He hefted the jug of water as he cradled her with his other arm and walked with her, naked, down the clearing beach.
Whatever brought that bear here must have been magic. Magic. It made his skin crawl. But Vivian had shown him a second time that not all magic was dangerous. She’d saved him and for that, he was grateful.
Chapter 10
Vivian opened her eyes as Laurence laid her down on the sand near the warmth of the fire. She groaned, feeling so weak. What had happened? The memory slowly surfaced.
Harold must have sent that thing to harm her and Laurence. Guilt gripped her heart. Laurence didn’t deserve any of this. She’d brought him into the middle of her toxic baggage, and now it was seeping out onto him.
She gripped her forehead, the ache pounding in her brain, and she groaned again. Laurence turned to her and knelt beside her, lifting the water jug to her lips. She drank slowly and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Thanks,” she said meekly.
“I should be thanking you,” he said gruffly. “What the hell was that thing? Is this island haunted?”
“I don’t think so,” she said. “There are things I haven’t told you about what is going on here. I never should have gotten anyone else involved. It’s the reason your boat is gone. It’s the reason the bear attacked. I’m so sorry, Laurence. You’ve helped me so much. You don’t deserve this.”
“What are you talking about?”
“My ex-husband, the psycho blood witch. He’s trying to prevent me from casting a spell to keep him from reclaiming me. That’s the whole reason I needed to come get the black myrtle leaves in the first place. He cast a binding spell on me when we were first married. There is no way to break it. This spell is the only way to prevent him from taking me back to Chicago and use me in his twisted blood magic.”
“Blood magic. Binding spell… I don’t want any part of that.”
“I know. I get it.” She looked away forlornly, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I don’t blame you. I don’t want any part of it either.”
“I like you, Vivian, but witch magic is dangerous. I wish you’d told me why you needed to come out here.”
“I’m sorry.” She drew her knees up to her chest and looked out at the sea. Her growing feelings for Laurence were stupid and delusional. She was damaged goods. Even if she believed that shifters and witches could be together, her ex-husband would be too much for any man to handle. Maybe this was the karma that Marietta had been talking about. Even if she got rid of Harold, he would always come back to haunt her.
“Don’t cry,” he said, putting his hand on her knee. “I hate seeing a woman cry.”
He ran his hand up her thigh and then brushed the hair out of her face. The animal glow inside his eyes burned brightly and Vivian could see his features morph ever so slightly.
He leaned over her in a rush, pushing her down onto the dry sand. Vivian’s eyes grew wide with shock. One minute ago, he’d been telling her how dangerous she was.
“You don’t want to do this, Laurence,” she said, breathlessly as she ran her hands up his taut sides. He’d only put on his boxers a
nd she could feel his hard length press between her legs.
“Oh, but I do,” he growled, sniffing her hair. “Just this once. My bear wants you.”
“This isn’t right,” she whispered into his ear. But she wanted him just as much. When they made it back to the mainland, they could deal with it then, but right now, all she could feel was the sharp need between her legs.
Laurence tore her clothes off, barely leaving them intact, and she lay naked on the sandy beach below him. He withdrew to pull down his boxers and Vivian crawled up on her knees, taking his hard length in her hands.
He gazed down at her, a smile curving on his lips. She could see his teeth sharpen and then retract inside his mouth, and his sideburns fill out when he looked at her.
She licked her lips as she gripped his hard cock in her hands. If she couldn’t have a good relationship, at least she could have hot sex with a bear shifter while shipwrecked on a deserted island. She would take what she could get.
Her mouth watered as she leaned over his manhood. Parting her lips, she flicked her tongue over the spongy head of his dick. She could taste the precum, and smell the salt and musk of his skin.
She groaned as she licked up and down his shaft, moisture dripping between her legs for him. He ran his hands through her hair and angled his cock toward her open mouth, pushing slightly as she took him in.
Her hand glided down his shaft as her mouth sank over him. Her mouth stretched wide to take his girth as his length pushed against the back of her throat. Even with her hand and mouth, she still didn’t have enough to cover him to the base.
She lifted her other hand, wrapped it around the base, and began to move up and down on his slick cock. She moaned, bobbing wildly. The taste of him, the feel of him, was amazing. It could make her forget how fucked up her life was. She slurped and pumped his member, loving the feeling of control she had as she took him.
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