onto the bed moments later. He unsnapped her bra and slid her panties down her legs. The wet underwear was thrown to the floor as if it hadn't taken her hours to find the perfect wedding lingerie set. How could he?
No! She shook her head, forcing the anger away. This wasn't her. It was him still inside her. God, how long would this last?
"Focus on me, honey. Look at me."
She opened eyes she couldn't recall closing and found him right above her. “Cal?"
"I'm going to make you come, baby, and when you do, you're going to open yourself up to me again. All right?"
She was already nodding when she realized what he planned to do. “No! You're better now. It worked.” She had no idea how she'd managed to take the urge away from him, and maybe it felt weird to share his thoughts and emotions in such a way, but she didn't want him to hurt again. He was hers, damn it!
"It did, Jess, but you're not equipped for this. I can't take seeing you like this."
She moved away from him and rolled toward the edge of the bed. “Now, you understand how I felt earlier when I saw you in pain. You can't take it back. It's mine now.” She just wouldn't tell him how very weird it felt. He was right after all. She wasn't a shifter; she had no idea how to contain this overwhelming urge inside her.
"Jessica Layton!"
She stilled for a second. “That's not my name yet."
"It will be in twelve hours. Get back here!” He grabbed her hips in both hands and pulled her back, slamming her right against his hard cock. They both groaned. “Feel this? I still want you. Let me do this, baby."
"No.” She shook her head. “I'm okay. Truly."
He growled something she couldn't quite decipher.
Seconds later, she found herself on her back with a pissed-off man straddling her chest. She was lucky he was putting most of his weight on his knees; otherwise, she'd be seriously lacking air right now. “What are you doing?"
"Not giving you a choice."
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Chapter Three
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He'd tied her to the bed! “Let me go!"
"No.” His voice brooked no arguments.
Anger sparked inside her. Why couldn't he see she was doing this for his own good? He couldn't appear weak tomorrow in front of the whole Leap, damn it!
"I love you for what you did, Jess, but you can't keep all this inside you or you're going to go crazy. Let me do this, please. I promise I'll be fine. The urge is gone, thanks to you, and even when I get it back it should be lessened."
"You can't be sure of that."
"I can."
"Grrrr."
He just laughed. “You'd make a great leopard, honey.” He moved to her side and leaned down, taking her mouth with his. Kissing her as if he hadn't just been inside her, he slid his right hand from her neck to her breast.
Pulling back, he looked down and traced her areola with a faint touch, going round and round until she couldn't help but thrust her hips up.
"More?” he teased.
"You know what I want,” she said, nearly pouting.
"Maybe, but I like hearing you tell me what you want me to do to you. Remember our first night together?"
Jess was instantly pulled back to that amazing evening. He'd rescued her days before. She'd been hurt, and so they'd had to stay in a remote cabin lost in the woods. There wasn't much there but a small bed and a chimney. She remembered snuggling against him at night, wanting to bathe in the warmth he emitted. He'd been so hot that, when he'd taken off his clothes and hers, she'd only moved closer. She'd been shivering, she recalled that now.
She didn't think he'd planned to seduce her. He'd been more concerned for her health, but in the end, they hadn't been able to help themselves. The first time he'd kissed her, the first time he'd touched her intimately, and God, the first time he'd slid inside her, her walls stretching to let him in, he'd felt so amazing, so perfect...
"That's it, baby,” he whispered from between her widespread thighs.
She blinked. When had he moved down there? Her thoughts