I’m
having a really hard time wrapping my head around it.”
He blew out a slow breath as he looked straight ahead. It
was easier if he didn’t look at her. “I know this is hard for you.” What else
could he say? Please don’t go? Please
accept me for who I am? Please don’t accept me and run away now? Nothing
felt right.
“So, what made you decide to try sleeping with attached
women?”
“We used to have a tutor who was married. A little old
thing, but married. And Eric got to thinking maybe we could have female
companionship if the lady in question was unavailable. I mean, we didn’t try
attacking our mother or our tutor. So he tried it, and it worked. Soon we’d
developed online relationships with swingers. Dad built these cabins, so we’d
have a place to fuck without being on top of each other. For a while it worked.
Until one of the regulars Eric fucked came out here and told him she’d gotten
divorced. He turned her, and they killed each other. We stopped bringing women around
after that.” He dropped his head into his hands and rubbed his face. He felt so
cheap telling the woman he loved he used to bring women out here just to fuck
without any emotional attachment.
“I-I think I get it.”
His head snapped up. How the hell could she get it when
he didn’t even get it? Whatever the hell it was. “Care to explain that to me?” he snapped.
She frowned at him. “I just understand your dilemma.”
“My dilemma ?
Jesus, Krista, being a shifter is more than a dilemma. It’s my life!”
“Okay, maybe that was the wrong word,” she said quickly,
throwing her hands up in placation. He could see her eyes working, as if she
were thinking hard about something. “But it’s not like you’d ever hurt me.”
“Did you not just hear what I said about Eric? It can
happen.” Why did she not understand the dangers involved here?
She narrowed her eyes and put one hand on her hip. “I’ve
been living with you for the past month, Toby. I’m not scared of you.” She
hesitated after saying that as if she’d just realized the truth of that
herself.
He needed to coddle her and reassure her he would never
hurt her. Even if his heart and his brain were fighting over the right thing to
do, he knew that to be true. Hell, he’d put himself in danger and gladly die if
it meant her safety.
“And I have a boyfriend.”
Something inside him snapped. All the wavering he’d done
on what was right or wrong and what he should do about her was now irrelevant.
She was his. His! How dare she consider letting another man have her. “Yet here
you are with me,” he growled as he shot to his feet.
Her eyes got really big as she braced both hands on the
couch beside her thighs. Her beautiful thighs she’d wrapped around his body
nightly over the last month.
“Toby,” she squeaked, but it was too late. He was too far
gone.
He grabbed her, hauled her to her feet, spun her around,
and pinned her to the wall. “C’mon, baby. You said you weren’t scared of me.”
“I-I’m not.”
“You don’t sound very convincing,” he taunted. He leaned
down and kissed her neck gently as he grinded himself roughly against her. “If
you love your boyfriend so much, why did you let me fuck you in every position?
Take your virginity, for Christ’s sake?”
“I, um, T-Toby, why are you doing this?”
He bit her shoulder hard, not enough to break the skin
but enough to leave a mark of possession, and she cried out. “Because you’re
mine, and you seemed to have forgotten that.”
“No, I haven’t,” she panted. She squeezed his shoulders,
but he wasn’t sure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.
He jumped back, putting some much needed distance between
them, and pointed angrily at her. “Then don’t fucking bring up that man again!”
He watched her swallow convulsively, and she finally
nodded.
“You should leave,” he gritted. He needed space before he
did something he’d regret, like
having a really hard time wrapping my head around it.”
He blew out a slow breath as he looked straight ahead. It
was easier if he didn’t look at her. “I know this is hard for you.” What else
could he say? Please don’t go? Please
accept me for who I am? Please don’t accept me and run away now? Nothing
felt right.
“So, what made you decide to try sleeping with attached
women?”
“We used to have a tutor who was married. A little old
thing, but married. And Eric got to thinking maybe we could have female
companionship if the lady in question was unavailable. I mean, we didn’t try
attacking our mother or our tutor. So he tried it, and it worked. Soon we’d
developed online relationships with swingers. Dad built these cabins, so we’d
have a place to fuck without being on top of each other. For a while it worked.
Until one of the regulars Eric fucked came out here and told him she’d gotten
divorced. He turned her, and they killed each other. We stopped bringing women around
after that.” He dropped his head into his hands and rubbed his face. He felt so
cheap telling the woman he loved he used to bring women out here just to fuck
without any emotional attachment.
“I-I think I get it.”
His head snapped up. How the hell could she get it when
he didn’t even get it? Whatever the hell it was. “Care to explain that to me?” he snapped.
She frowned at him. “I just understand your dilemma.”
“My dilemma ?
Jesus, Krista, being a shifter is more than a dilemma. It’s my life!”
“Okay, maybe that was the wrong word,” she said quickly,
throwing her hands up in placation. He could see her eyes working, as if she
were thinking hard about something. “But it’s not like you’d ever hurt me.”
“Did you not just hear what I said about Eric? It can
happen.” Why did she not understand the dangers involved here?
She narrowed her eyes and put one hand on her hip. “I’ve
been living with you for the past month, Toby. I’m not scared of you.” She
hesitated after saying that as if she’d just realized the truth of that
herself.
He needed to coddle her and reassure her he would never
hurt her. Even if his heart and his brain were fighting over the right thing to
do, he knew that to be true. Hell, he’d put himself in danger and gladly die if
it meant her safety.
“And I have a boyfriend.”
Something inside him snapped. All the wavering he’d done
on what was right or wrong and what he should do about her was now irrelevant.
She was his. His! How dare she consider letting another man have her. “Yet here
you are with me,” he growled as he shot to his feet.
Her eyes got really big as she braced both hands on the
couch beside her thighs. Her beautiful thighs she’d wrapped around his body
nightly over the last month.
“Toby,” she squeaked, but it was too late. He was too far
gone.
He grabbed her, hauled her to her feet, spun her around,
and pinned her to the wall. “C’mon, baby. You said you weren’t scared of me.”
“I-I’m not.”
“You don’t sound very convincing,” he taunted. He leaned
down and kissed her neck gently as he grinded himself roughly against her. “If
you love your boyfriend so much, why did you let me fuck you in every position?
Take your virginity, for Christ’s sake?”
“I, um, T-Toby, why are you doing this?”
He bit her shoulder hard, not enough to break the skin
but enough to leave a mark of possession, and she cried out. “Because you’re
mine, and you seemed to have forgotten that.”
“No, I haven’t,” she panted. She squeezed his shoulders,
but he wasn’t sure if she was trying to push him away or pull him closer.
He jumped back, putting some much needed distance between
them, and pointed angrily at her. “Then don’t fucking bring up that man again!”
He watched her swallow convulsively, and she finally
nodded.
“You should leave,” he gritted. He needed space before he
did something he’d regret, like
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