“Yes,” he ground out, surging back inside her, dipping his head to her breast once more and drawing one tight nipple into his mouth to suckle. Her wet heat enveloped him again, pulling him in deeper as he pushed forward. Putting his weight on his knees, he gripped her ass and lifted her pelvis against his thrusting hips, holding her steady for the onslaught of his powerful, claiming strokes.
Aislyn’s breath quickened as her muscles fluttered around his cock, her climax wringing a cry from her as she bathed him with her slick release and lowered her hands to hold his head to her pounding breast. He followed quickly on her heels, his own orgasm spewing from his balls to shoot into her clutching womb, the difference between fucking her with a barrier and without as vivid as night and day. The added pleasure made it difficult to come back to earth, but they couldn’t lie on the forest floor all night.
Their heavy breathing slowed together and then they both huffed a laugh as he pulled out of her still fluctuating pussy. She giggled, whispering, “I’m not sure what we just did, but...wow.”
“Mmm, well said, little one. Now,” Gavin groped for her shorts in the dark and helped her on with them as he stated, “on the way back, you can tell me why you think you’re going to jail.”
Aislyn stiffened, her hand tightening around his as he led her back through the trees. “Didn’t that sheriff tell you?”
“Unless you’re a cougar shifter, you have nothing to fear from Sheriff Davies as far as I know.”
There’s cougar shifters too? She shoved aside that strange revelation and gave him a sheepish grin. “Oops, I guess I got that wrong.”
Gavin shook his head at her rueful whisper, pausing when they reached his clothes and then wrapped his arm around her after he dressed. By the time they emerged from the forest and crossed the field toward the stables, his brothers and the sheriff were gone, which meant she couldn’t use their presence as an excuse to delay talking to him. They reached his truck and he opened the passenger side door, lifting her onto the seat. Her gaze was wary under the cab’s overhead light.
“No more delays, Aislyn. I want to know why you sought me out after all this time, why you’re afraid and who’s responsible.”
Chapter Six
Aislyn shivered as Gavin ushered her inside the house, her body racked with chills from her wet clothes and hair despite the feverish pulses still tingling deep in her core. Now that her head had cleared of the euphoric fog from their manic fucking, the realization of his disbelieving ability to shift into a wolf started to crystallize. It should frighten her, shouldn’t it, that preternatural secret she never in a million years would have considered possible? The funny thing was, she mused, looking up at him as he closed the door and clasped her elbow, how easily she could picture the possibility now that she knew it explained so much, especially her lack of fear over the wolves she’d seen since arriving.
She stumbled to a stop as he turned toward his bedroom, that thought prompting her to ask, “Your brothers, can they do that thing?”
Cocking his head, a wry grin tilted his lips and his eyes lit with humor. “That thing? You mean shifting?”
“Yes, and excuse me if I’m taking too long to wrap my head around the whole idea.”
He leaned down and brushed her lips with his, still amused as he said, “I’m proud of the way you’re holding up now that you know. It gives me hope. Yes, my brothers, sister, cousins, parents and uncle and aunt are all wolf shifters. Come on, let’s warm up in the shower.”
Tripping after him, already warmer just from the suggestion to shower together, she prodded him for more. “Hope for what? How long have you been able to do that? Does it hurt? Oh my God, you’re not, like going to live forever, are you?”
Gavin spun around as they entered his huge bathroom, his face incredulous as he shook his head. “We’re not vampires, Aislyn. Get out of those wet things while I start the shower and then I’ll answer your questions before asking a few of my own.”
She’d forgotten about spilling her fear of going to jail during her tirade of stunned disbelief in the woods. Peeling off her wet clothes, she supposed her legal quandary paled in comparison to his secret. Then again, all she had to do was keep quiet about his revelation and he would stay safe from repercussions; not so with her issue.
Steam billowed from the shower within moments of Gavin flipping on all four shower heads. As he turned, stripping off his jeans and raking her bare body from head to toe, she shook, not from cold but, like always, from that heated probing stare.
Holding out his hand, he stated gruffly, “Come on before I get side tracked from our talk.” Closing the glass door behind them, he reached up to aim two showerheads right on her so hot water pelted her back and front.
Aislyn leaned against the marbled wall, sighing in pleasure. “Where were we?” she murmured, lifting her hair so the spray hit her upper shoulders and neck.
“Answering your questions. One: My hope is you won’t run screaming to anyone who’ll listen to an outlandish tale of ranchers turning into wolves. Two,” he reached for the soap, “since my early teens, and three,” he lathered his hands, “yes, at first because you’re not prepared for it. Anything else right now before we move on to you?”
“Not if you’re going to do that.” She arched into his soapy hands as they covered her breasts.
“Either talk while I take care of you, or I’ll stop.”
“You’re mean.”
“Concerned. There’s a difference.” Rolling her nipples between his
