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“It’s dangerous too,” he adds, doing little to comfort me. “There are–”

“Bears and wolves. “Yes, you mentioned,” I say with an eye roll but the giant seems to take my words seriously as his eyes darken and turn fierce. More so than I have ever witnessed anyone before.

“You think this is a game, little girl?”

“W-what are you talking about.”

“Your safety,” he grinds roughly, taking a step forward. He has a firm hold of my hand that I can’t move back. Considering that we are surrounded by trees, I doubt there is anywhere to run even if I could break his hold… but, I don’t want to run.

Despite the darkness I read in his eyes, I don’t actually believe Callan would hurt me. I have been scared of a man before, felt so helpless that I had to move into a whole other state and begin anew just to escape him.

Callan is nothing like that man.

With him… I feel things I cannot describe. Things I am afraid to do. In all of my twenty-one years of living, I’ve never felt anything remotely close to what I feel for Callan and now, we’re here.

Alone.

When he backs me up against a tree and my lips part, it’s not to scream. At least not the kind that begs for help. It’s to let him in like I’ve never let any other man in my life before.

And when our mouths meet for the first time, my heart swells with need. Almost as if I’ve been waiting for this moment my entire life.

Chapter Four

Callan

I thought I could wait.

That I could give Emily a little more time to grow accustomed to the idea that a beast such as myself would want her, but I cannot wait any longer. It’s clear as day that the girl cannot be trusted to take care of herself.

Fuck, does she not realize the dangers these mountains pose for such a fragile thing as herself?

Even if she does not realize it, she is the most precious person in my life. The thought of her getting hurt in any way causes my blood to chill with fear, unlike anything I have ever felt before.

“You think your safety is to be toyed with?’’ I ask again, my voice is rough when I speak, demanding an answer to my question.

“Why do you care whether I’m safe or not?” she whispers, her voice a soft caress that sends my heart clenching painfully with want. Even when crowded by a monstrous man to a tree, she doesn’t rage or fight to escape. Instead, she watches me curiously for my reaction, her beautiful green eyes blinking up innocently at me. “Callan?”

“Because you’re mine!” I growl, bringing my left hand to her neck and sliding it to her nape. “You belong to me, Emily. I cannot stand the thought of you getting hurt in any way. Apaper cut on your precious finger would hurt worse than any bullet that’s ever pierced through my skin. Absolutely nothing is allowed to hurt you!”

Her eyes widen as I speak, but it’s not fear I read from them. I would expect my bold proclamation to scare her but instead, there is something akin to heat in her eyes. Almost as if she likes me claiming her.

Her eyes stray from mine for a second before she looks back up once more. “D-do you mean it?”

I comb my fingers through her long black hair before grabbing a fistful and tugging lightly, watching as her perfect lips part with a gasp. “Do you want me to repeat the words or would you rather I showed you?”

Her chest rises and falls as she lets out a shaky breath. “Show me.”

I trail my free hand down her form-fitting white shirt, watching as her nipples pebble behind the material. “How about I do both,” I say roughly, leaning down and brushing my lips gently over hers, pushing back when she leans into the kiss. “You have no idea how torturous you are, the power you have over me. Getting to see your perfect little body, and not being able to touch you. Kiss you...”

She whines when I kiss the corner of her mouth, ignoring the harsh throb of my cock begging for release. “Callan–”

“You are mine, angel.” I grind harshly, pushing closer to her. She gasps when I pin my dick between her legs, groaning roughly at the friction of my hard cock rubbing her clothed pussy. “You became mine when you walked into this god-awful town, and I’m going to fuck this perfect little body and erase all the other men that have touched you before.”

With those words, I dip my mouth down to hers roughly, and her lips part with a whimper as she opens up to take me in. I tug at her hair to tip her head back as I lick our tongues together, fucking her pretty mouth in ways I have only dared to dream of before this moment.

Christ, she’s perfect.

The little whimpering noises she makes at the back of her throat when I sink deeper into the kiss are nothing like I imagined. No, they don’t come close. They’re needy, almost as if she’s wanted me for as long as I have craved her, but that can’t be right.

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