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“Mmhmm,” she groaned.
“Tell me that you like it, Doc. Tell me that you like it when I touch you. Tell me that you want me buried deep in you. I want to hear you say it.” Bradi needed to hear the words fall from her lips. He needed some sort of reassurance that she felt something for him. The feelings he had for her were like nothing he’d ever felt before.
Marisa shifted slightly. “I…I like it when you touch me, Bradi. And I want you. Gods, I want you!”
Flicking his tongue quickly over her clit, he stopped to suck on it. Marisa came with a jolt, wrapping her legs around his head and crying out.
The beast within him rose rapidly to the surface and he knew he’d never be able to fight it down on his own. His planet had a habit of making supernaturals lose control. He couldn’t risk hurting Marisa. His claws shot forth and his incisors let down. The rippling on his back indicated that fur was only seconds away. He had to get away from her fast.
Pushing off her, he turned and rolled into the water.
Warm water greeted him upon his descent and he welcomed its aid. The beast within him struggled to be free, but he held it at bay—barely. Only Marisa could make him lose his hard-earned control. Only she seemed to be able to leave him in a permanent state of guarding against shifting. If touching her brought about the change in him every time, then she’d soon learn what he truly was. A monster. An animal. A liar.
The father of her child and her husband.
Breaking the surface, he glanced around for Marisa.
She was gone.
Panic welled in him as he climbed out of the water. “Doc?”
When she didn’t answer, he didn’t stop to dress, he shifted quickly into panther form to track her better. Catching her scent, he ran toward their campsite. He scanned it quickly for threats and when he deemed there were none, he shifted back into human form.
“Doc?”
Glancing around, Bradi found her lying by the fire with her back to him. Her curves were accented by the soft fire glow and he knew in that moment that he’d never be good enough for her. She deserved a saint, not an ass who left her lying on the edge of the water without so much as an explanation.
Guilt swept over him as he realized she’d taken his diving into the water as another sign of rejection. He walked slowly over to her and sat next to her naked form.
“Marisa?”
She didn’t answer. He leaned over her and found her eyes closed and her breathing shallow. She’d fallen asleep. He couldn’t blame her. They’d had a hell of a day and she’d not eaten. The pregnancy probably contributed to her fatigue. It wasn’t a normal pregnancy. His kind didn’t have those.
He couldn’t fight the urge to lie down next to her. Spooning her body with his, he held her tight as sleep took him as well.
Sweet dreams, wife.
