Page 66 of Unforgivable

I'm fascinated. Oh, it feels delicious, and I can feel that second orgasm approaching, but for a moment, I just admire the big male moving in synch with me, chasing his own pleasure.

"You feel so fucking good," he gasps out. "You close, baby? You need me to lick your puss again?"

I growl out a warning and try to drive my hips down on him. "Don't take it away from me," I snarl.

He chuckles weakly. "Never. Not my plan. Shit, you're so wet, Lyri. I can't-" he bucks his hips, suddenly sliding in that extra inch. I scream, the sensation almost too much. I feel his body jerk as he empties himself into me.

"Fuck. me," he exhales. "I love you, female."

I barely hear him as I orgasm. Writhing and growling, I flash fang at him when he somehow still has the presence of mind to keep me from grinding down too far. When the ride is over, I let my body slide against his, my full weight born up by my Bear. Eyes drifting closed, I just allow myself to relax with Thjis.

Until Demon blows his smelly horse-breath in my face.

Sitting up, I glare at the horse as Thjis curses and pushes his big muzzle away from us. "Damn horse, go graze somewhere else, dumbass."

"I thought you said he's so smart," I tease him.

He smirks at me, "he is. He likes you and wants to kiss you. That's smart."

Thjis leans in, taking Demon's kiss for himself. His kiss is soft and sweet. My heart is tumbling around like the leaves swirling in the wind. My bear is now a teddy bear. I hope he realizes that he's been upgraded. Maybe I'll tell him one day.

"I... um... I got you something," he mutters as he pulls away.

I smile, a little confused, as he searches in one of his coat's interior pockets. "Here," he thrusts the small object on a string at me.

I take it in my hand and peer down at it. Slowly, I bring it up so that the weak late-winter light shining through the tree branches illuminates the tiny figure.

"Oh my goodness," I whisper. I carefully brush my fingers over the bird's wings. It's exquisite. It's so small it fits in the palm of my hand. "Is this made of wood?" I ask him.

"Umm, yeah. Do you like it?"

"Yes. It's amazing. Its wings move, look," I show him, delicately moving the wings hinged onto the body. I hold the bird up, smiling at the sunlight shining through the eyes. "It's perfect. Where did you find it?" I ask him eagerly.

"I made it," he confesses in a low voice.

Startled, I look into his dark eyes. He seems positively bashful. "You really like it?" he questions.

"I love it," I breathe. "Thank you, Bear." I lean forward, capturing his lips with mine. I pull away, a little too soon, to look at the bird again. "I can't believe you did this. You're so talented, Bear."

"You're such a whore," a harsh voice interrupts my joy.

I scream, reflexively clutching the bird tight in my fist. Thjis leaps to his feet instantaneously, tumbling me off his lap and snarling so loudly that the faint noise of crickets and birds stops. Demon neighs, trotting over with wide eyes.

I clamber to my feet clumsily, grabbing the blanket around me, shielding my nakedness from the male spitting hatred at me.

Drew.

Of all the wolves.

"What the fuck are you doing on my land?" Thjis growls. I snag Demon's bridle, keeping the horse from sprinting off and using his big body as a shield from Drew.

"I thought it was that other foreigner's land?" Drew sneers at him.

"It's not yours either way, is it, mutt?" Thjis takes a menacing step toward Drew. "You've upset my female."

It's as if it finally dawns on Drew that he's stepped into something above his pay grade. He backs away, glaring. Hatred oozes from him as he stares at me, then at Thjis.

"You're all making a mistake," he says. "You should have left her there to die or run on her own. What will happen when Daan and Cloe come back?"

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