by Lena Loneson
“I want to lock you away somewhere,” Cam said slowly. “I thought sending you back to the campsite would protect you, but instead my foolishness almost got us both killed. You’re a warrior, just like I am. And, Noire, I don’t want to lose you. Come with me? Or let me stay here, in the forest, with you. Wherever we are, we’re fighters. I’ve made a pledge to fight against evil and restore nature to the world. You can help me with that. This pelt will give you strength you never imagined.”
She stroked the pelt with her hand, then held it against her cheek, breathing deep. It smelled of the woods, the depth of pine needles, the pungent scent of animal dung and sweat. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was hers.
“So, you want me to change, like you? Become an animal?” she asked.
“Well, no. I mean, I can teach you how not to lose your human self. You’d never become like him.”
“Oh I know. I have no fear of that. I was just thinking. If you want me to change, like you, well, I suppose I’d have to fuck like an animal too.” She placed the pelt down beside the fire and lifted her shirt over her head.
His eyes warmed with understanding and he began to unfasten his belt. She leaned forward, crouching onto her hands and knees like a wolf (or a bear), pressing her limbs into the dirt. She felt his warmth against her back and he kissed the nape of her neck. His tongue trailed, hot, down her spine, sending her into shivers of ecstasy. His hand found her clit through the fabric of her jeans, teasing her until her cunt grew wet with need. With a moan of frustration, she pushed his hand away and removed her jeans and panties on her own, kicking off her shoes and tossing them aside.
When he came up behind her and pushed his cock into her cunt, she was ready—beyond ready, she’d been waiting for this all her life. He filled her up and she whimpered, leaning into him, pushing him in as far as she could take him, embracing the pain. She murmured, “I want it fast this time—fuck me fast and hard,” and he slammed against her, balls hitting her wetness in time to their thrusts. They rutted like animals next to the fire and she loved every minute of it. She embraced it and him, letting him into every part of her body and soul.
Of course, an alpha bear like Noire couldn’t let a wolf totally dominate her, so just as she sensed he was about to come, she flipped around, grasping Cam’s face between her hands, pulling his mouth to hers. Her tongue invaded him, kissing him so hard she couldn’t tell where he ended and she began, and she lowered him onto his back. He pulled her down to straddle him and she placed herself over his cock, teasing him, taking him inside slowly, more slowly, and finally in one fast, sharp movement that had him gasping with pleasure.
It wasn’t long before he came inside her and she raised her body. He dripped down her thighs and she dipped her finger in her own come, wiping the juices down his chest, on his forehead, between his lips, marking him as her own. They kissed, mixing their bodies together, and she had never before felt such love.
After making love, they lay together in the dirt by the fire and watched the sky. Neither of them knew any constellations other than the Big Dipper, but they were content to look and imagine their lost loved ones looking down.
Once Cam fell asleep, his silky head of hair resting on her breast, she slid out from underneath him. She thought about his offer—partners, as weres and as hunters, ridding the world of evil. How could she say no to that? How many innocent girls like Fawn could they save? And with this man by her side, she knew that even in the darkest of nights, she would have joy.
She picked up the bear’s pelt, black like the hair on her own head, like the curls between her legs, like the name her shifter mother had given her. She placed the pelt around her shoulders like a shawl.
And then Noire Pelletier began to change.
About the Author
Lena Loneson is pretty much a Canadian cliché: she complains when the temperature rises above zero, says “Eh?” far too often, and loves her beer and poutine. However, she somehow missed the memo on learning to play hockey, so she constantly lives in fear of deportation. Please don’t report her to the Mounties so she can continue to write stories about love and sex in snowbanks, forests, canoes, and maybe one day (if she gets a chance) atop the CN Tower.
Lena’s favorite erotic romance stories are those with a bit of the unusual: you’ll see her reading and writing a lot of paranormal, sci-fi, fantasy, and horror. Other hobbies include playing piano, walking large dogs, searching the forests for unicorns (they *must* exist!) and anything outdoorsy.
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