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  “My animal?” She swallowed hard. She needed to know. “What was he…the other man…?” She hated to bring up the pain of his past, but she had a right to know. How had she gone this long without knowing? It felt surreal.

  “Wolf,” he said, almost spitting the word out. She knew it was his mother’s betrayal that cut him to the quick more than the fact that it was a wolf. He adored her, but for his entire life, every time he looked at Ingrid, he was reminded of what her mother had done. “It’s time to go. I put money in an emergency fund for you. I’ll send you the information later.” He looked away. “You can’t live here anymore.”

  Chapter 8

  The moon was high, and with the sun shining behind it, the moon cast a rare, red glow. The red moon was causing chaos, havoc, and primal urges to come out.

  Jagger’s solid body transformed, his bear snout growing longer, his teeth extending, his paws massive, and his body taking the familiar shape he knew well. Powerful and strong, he cast out into the night looking for a mate. His carnal cravings were too strong to deny. The moon’s seduction called out to him. With a ground-vibrating growl, he roared into the night, letting his beast free.

  Jagger ran through the wooded part of town, seeking out substance, a body, a mate, and most of all release. Only what he found was that he was restless, unsatisfied, and on a night that was usually a free-for-all, primal, and raw, he couldn’t place what was wrong.

  He strode through the woods and down the streets, until he found himself wandering back to his own house. She sat on his steps, like he found her the other night.

  Ingrid’s eyes grew large on seeing the bear walking toward the house. She scrambled for her car and jumped in locking the door. Hearing about shifters and seeing it in person were two very different things. Her body trembled as she sank down in her car seat, hoping he wouldn’t come any closer.

  Jagger transformed back into his human on seeing the girl run to her car. He scared her, though it wasn’t his intention. He wasn’t expecting her. Shaking off his beast, he went closer to the car. “Ingrid, it’s safe.”

  She cracked her window the slightest bit and spoke via the slat. “I didn’t know where to go or what to do.”

  “You shouldn’t be here tonight,” he answered. His dissatisfaction and unsettled feeling that was growing in him slowly started to fade. He knew. He didn’t want it to be her. But he knew. It was her. She was who he wanted. And yet…he couldn’t play with her. Not now. Not tonight of all nights. His lust would be unleashed in ways she wouldn’t understand.

  “I need to talk to somebody. I hoped I could talk to you.” She peeked up over the edge of the door, grateful he was back in his man form. Her heart was beating wildly. Ingrid tried to regain her composure, and slid back up to a regular seated position. She rolled the window down a little more. “I need to talk to…” she paused. “A shifter,” she finally got out. “Can we talk?”

  “Tonight isn’t a good night for this,” he warned. His flesh and blood were speaking to him, his craving building. His shaft started to engorge being around her. He wanted her. He wanted to taste her, to own her, to penetrate her, and to claim her. This was wrong. She was a human. This wasn’t her calling.

  “Please.” There was a note of pleading and desperation in her voice.

  He couldn’t say no. “Fine,” he finally said, frustrated. His body wanted this, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d have control over his mind. The red moon’s seduction pulsed in him in ways she wouldn’t understand. It was growing…his need.

  He paced as she spoke. She sat on his sofa, fidgeting with her hands. His body ached for a piece of her…but she was vulnerable. He couldn’t take advantage.

  As her words spilled out, he watched her visit a range of emotions. He wanted to have answers for her, but he didn’t. All he could do was to offer her a shoulder. He wanted to offer her something else…it wasn’t his fault. She was curvy and soft, feminine and fertile, those round hips, her full body, her extra padding, the way he felt warm inside when she was near him…he forced his bear to stay put. It was killing him. His carnal needs were fighting his human every step of the way.

  She looked at him, her eyes hopeful. She barely knew him, but he was the only shifter she knew. The only person she could trust with this new information. If her friends had learned she could be part shifter… her entire world came crashing down. This was real. Tears welled up in her eyes.

  Jagger sat beside Ingrid and let her lean into him. That was a mistake. She was soft. She was sexy. She was sensuous. He wanted her flesh. He wanted to inhale her intimate scent closer, to taste her, to thrust his cock deep into her…control it. Control it.

  When she tipped her head up to look at him, their gaze connecting, all bets were off. Her pouty lips were a bitten shade of pink and succulent. He needed to taste…to lick….to…Jagger bent to kiss the woman before him.

  When she looked up at him, seeing his eyes hungry with lust, she licked her lips and parted them. She couldn’t think clearly. All she wanted was for him to kiss her.

  Dr. Quinn was a mix of potent, raw sexuality and rock-hard brawn. His dark hair contrasted with his gorgeous eyes. Everything about him made Ingrid weak in the knees. From his broad shoulders, to his biceps that bulged, it all made her giddy. His size spoke of power. Not only was he solidly built, but he was tall, towering over her when they stood side-by-side. Biology played its part. She couldn’t control that she was drawn to his masculine form. He was a fine specimen. His kiss…she desperately wanted his kiss.

  Leaning in to kiss Ingrid, Jagger’s thoughts slowly slid out of his head. He wanted to be sensible, to think clearly, but something was happening. He was drawn to her soft, round curves. Her full thighs had him aching to be between them. She’d look adorable carrying his cubs. He shook the thought out of his head, no, stay strong. His guttural instincts pushed him forward. The way she looked up at him, licking her lips, beckoning him closer. Just a taste…

  Chapter 9

  Jagger slid his tongue across the base of her lip, and pulled back to look at her. She wanted this as much as he did. She might not have the same animalistic urges, but there was no denying her desires. Her eyes spoke volumes, saying things her words couldn’t.

  The air crackled between them, sparks flying. The silence was only broken by their heavy breathing, both trying to find reasons not to do this, but none was good enough. They both wanted this, were both consenting adults, both were ready, both were hungry for the other.

  “Are you sure?” He finally spoke. He needed to know. He wanted to give her every opportunity to turn away. Once they crossed that line, there’d be no going back. He wasn’t going to pretend like he would kiss her once and let her walk out. This was going somewhere; they were both more than aware.

  “You’ll stay like this, right? You won’t be like…” she barely whispered the word, “a bear at any time, right? That would sort of freak me out. Okay, that’s an understatement, it would majorly freak me out.” She was rambling now, talking faster and faster.

  Jagger brought his finger to her lips. “Shh, just me, just like this.”

  She steadied her breathing and forced herself to calm down, and as she nodded yes, he leaned in and kissed her again. Jagger slid his hand down to find hers, and interlocked his fingers around Ingrid’s. He gave her a small squeeze, as if to say it would all be alright.

  She pulled back from his sweet, succulent lips and looked into his eyes. She felt almost breathless, her head growing dizzy. She knew it was a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He watched her, and then let his gaze fall back to her lips. He needed another taste. He’d taste her all eventually, her lips, her tongue, her sweet, salty skin, her golden honey, but he intended on taking his time and enjoying every moment of it. As raw and urgent as the night started within him, he found himself peaceful and content with her here. He knew why. She was the one he wanted. Nature had decided for him.

  Jagger pulled her closer. Wrapping his burly arm
s around her, he held her tightly. Her softness squished against him, stirring his insides. He loved her extra padding. There was something erotic and womanly about it.

  In his arms, she felt safe and yet there was still that hint of nervousness flushing through her. It left her edgy, heightening her senses. She’d never done it with a…shifter…no, no, don’t look at him that way. He’s a man. He’s in his human form. The thought of his big strong and powerful body had her panties dampened from her arousal. She couldn’t hide her lust. She couldn’t deny her desires. And she didn’t want to. She needed him now. She’d figure out the rest later. Damn the consequences, her body was screaming out for his touch.

  Jagger lifted his hand to Ingrid’s cheek and stroked it while looking into her eyes. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed her now. His lips brushed against hers, and licking across them tenderly, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. He’d try to hold back and try to contain the raw lust eating away at him. He’d try to go slow, try to keep himself somewhat leashed, but his passions were burning hot and heavy.

  His mouth was hungry and sucking and teasing her tongue, he drew his fingers deep into her hair and pulled her closer. He wanted her as close to him as he could get her. It was as if mere inches were miles away. Kissing her wasn’t enough. He needed to consume her.

  Their mouths worked in rhythm, in sync, each yearning for the other. Tongues dancing, lips being nibbled, tasting…touching…Jagger let his hand drop from her hand and slid it over her back. He wanted to tear her clothes off and ravish her body. Reign it in, Jag, reign it in, he told himself. Don’t scare her away.

  Ingrid was caught up in the moment of passion. His hand slipped up under her shirt. She tingled with electricity feeling his hand on her skin, and sighed into his mouth. She wanted this as much as he did. Lifting her shirt off, he dropped it onto the floor and reached around to unhook her bra. She watched his face as he stopped to work. He could have easily slipped it off with one quick move, but the slower movements…he loved when she watched him. She was mesmerized by him, and it fed his ego.

  He tore his own shirt off and pressed skin to skin, feeling her breast mold into him. The call was too deep. Stepping back for a moment, he touched her breast, cupping it and then squeezing her. Lowering his mouth, he took her nipple between his lips and suckled, milking her nipple with his tongue and nibbling with his teeth.

  Ingrid moaned under her breath and arched her back, lost in delight. Each time he sucked a little harder, a bolt of electricity ran straight between her legs. His fingers worked feverishly, tugging and pulling at her pants, his mouth never leaving her breast.

  She shrugged them over her hips. He was desperate to unclothe her. They shed everything until only two naked bodies remained. The two of them worked in unison, lust driving their every movement. He reached his arm out and pushed everything off of the table beside them. Lifting her up, he seated her on the edge and gently spread her legs. Her scent was too intoxicating. There was no mincing of words. They both knew it would be a night of unbridled passion. There was no small talk, only urgency and the slow unraveling of need.

  Jagger inhaled deeply, his face between Ingrid’s thighs. Everything inside of him collapsed into rubble. He was weak and she was everything he wanted. He pushed his nose against her and groaned with pleasure. “You smell so damn good,” he grunted before running his tongue along the length of her folds. He inhaled deeply again and pressed his nose between her lips, nuzzling her nub, before pulling back and circling it with his tongue. His fingers ran up and down her inner thigh, tracing higher.

  Ingrid’s brain was spinning. His lips and tongue were tempting her, while his fingers danced over her skin. He slipped his fingers between her lips. Ingrid let out a gasp and pressed tightly into them, unable to control herself any longer. She wanted to be a lady, but the polite girl was gone. She pressed, grinding into his fingers, wanting to feel them deeper, harder, as his tongue lapped up the juices her body offered.

  Her thoughts no longer existed, she simply needed his body. She needed the loving he offered, and she needed to feel him inside of her. Her body coiled up tightly as an orgasm was building. As he pushed her to the edge, she uncoiled, all her muscles relaxing at once, the wave of pleasure ricocheting through her. Ingrid gripped onto Jagger’s head, unable to let go until the high subsided. Slowly, regaining her composure, her sense of self came back, and she blushed, almost embarrassed by her heated reaction.

  Jagger looked into her eyes and drew his wet fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, daring her to look away. He slowly pushed a finger from his other hand between her lips, beckoning her to suck on it, as he sucked her juices off of his other hand.

  His cock was stiff and massive. With his finger in her mouth, she swirled her tongue around it, but craved something bigger, meatier between her lips. She wanted to take him in her mouth and watch him fall to his knees with desire and lust bigger than his powerful body. She wanted to feel him grab her head and push her down harder on his cock, needing to fuck her throat. And then, when he was about to orgasm, she wanted to pull off of him and sit on him…making him wait, so she could sit on him and ride him like the wild beast he was. He brought out an animal passion in her that she’d never known. Normally she was a little more reserved, but with Jagger, there was no reservation, only pure, native lust.

  But it didn’t matter what she wanted. He was apparently in charge.

  Jagger pulled his suckled fingers from his lips. Wrapping them around his throbbing cock, he stroked it for a moment, and then lifted and turned Ingrid over in one power move, bending her over the table.

  Her heart raced like a thoroughbred at his strength and control. He knew exactly what he wanted and he wasn’t taking no for an answer, not that she was saying it. No sir, he could do whatever he wanted. She’d fallen under his spell.

  His fingers probed her lips again, checking her wetness, and then guiding his erection to her, he pressed forward. Her lips spread around the massive head of his cock. As he thrust his shaft fully into her, she let out a gasp. Jagger groaned feeling her warm body hugging him. Gripping her hips, he thrust forward. He watched as her ass cheeks jiggled with each movement, which only fired him up more.

  Deep and hard, his body taking over, he pumped into her, needing all of her. Her insides hugged him like a velvet glove, and with each thrust, the friction between them set his body on fire. Squeezing her ass cheeks, he thrust harder, the motion pushing the table forward.

  Ingrid’s body was pressed to the table. She propped herself up, and then leaned back into him, forcing their bodies to work at a different angle. Jagger reached up and grabbed onto her breasts. He was thrusting up now instead of forward, and his powerful thighs supported his efforts. All the time he spent running, pushing himself had paid off. In and out, faster, harder, his fingers kneading her breasts… it all ended in an explosion of pleasure as the wave washed through him. His knees wanted to collapse, but instead he carefully dropped back onto the sofa, with her still on him as his cock started to soften. He slid his finger around her clit, circling it, and smiled as she writhed and bucked against him, cumming again.

  They curled to the side, him shoving the back of the sofa pillows up and off to make room for them. He inched back and pulled her to his belly, still holding her tight, nuzzling into her neck. Together they drifted off, arm in arm, cat napping as one.

  On waking, they’d start again and spent the night tangled in each other’s arms. There wasn’t much to say. It was a ride of pleasure, not one of intellect. When morning came around, the light shining through the window, Ingrid rolled off the sofa. She was headed to the bathroom to clean up. Jagger was still asleep on the sofa. Should she wander off? Should she stay? She knew last night was about lust, not love…but could it turn into more?

  As she reached for the bathroom doorknob, she heard him. “Where are you going? Come back to me, baby.” His voice was sleepy, but he wanted her close by.

  She smiled and
went back to him. Lying beside him is where she wanted to be, for as long as she’d have him.

  “Don’t ever leave me again. Ever,” he sighed, and went back to sleep now that she was in his arms.

  THE END

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