Vivian opened her eyes as Laurence laid her down on the sand near the warmth of the fire. She groaned, feeling so weak. What had happened? The memory slowly surfaced.

Harold must have sent that thing to harm her and Laurence. Guilt gripped her heart. Laurence didn’t deserve any of this. She’d brought him into the middle of her toxic baggage, and now it was seeping out onto him.

She gripped her forehead, the ache pounding in her brain, and she groaned again. Laurence turned to her and knelt beside her, lifting the water jug to her lips. She drank slowly and then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Thanks,” she said meekly.

“I should be thanking you,” he said gruffly. “What the hell was that thing? Is this island haunted?”

“I don’t think so,” she said. “There are things I haven’t told you about what is going on here. I never should have gotten anyone else involved. It’s the reason your boat is gone. It’s the reason the bear attacked. I’m so sorry, Laurence. You’ve helped me so much. You don’t deserve this.”

“What are you talking about?”

“My ex-husband, the psycho blood witch. He’s trying to prevent me from casting a spell to keep him from reclaiming me. That’s the whole reason I needed to come get the black myrtle leaves in the first place. He cast a binding spell on me when we were first married. There is no way to break it. This spell is the only way to prevent him from taking me back to Chicago and use me in his twisted blood magic.”

“Blood magic. Binding spell… I don’t want any part of that.”

“I know. I get it.” She looked away forlornly, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I don’t blame you. I don’t want any part of it either.”

“I like you, Vivian, but witch magic is dangerous. I wish you’d told me why you needed to come out here.”

“I’m sorry.” She drew her knees up to her chest and looked out at the sea. Her growing feelings for Laurence were stupid and delusional. She was damaged goods. Even if she believed that shifters and witches could be together, her ex-husband would be too much for any man to handle. Maybe this was the karma that Marietta had been talking about. Even if she got rid of Harold, he would always come back to haunt her.

“Don’t cry,” he said, putting his hand on her knee. “I hate seeing a woman cry.”

He ran his hand up her thigh and then brushed the hair out of her face. The animal glow inside his eyes burned brightly and Vivian could see his features morph ever so slightly.

He leaned over her in a rush, pushing her down onto the dry sand. Vivian’s eyes grew wide with shock. One minute ago, he’d been telling her how dangerous she was.

“You don’t want to do this, Laurence,” she said, breathlessly as she ran her hands up his taut sides. He’d only put on his boxers and she could feel his hard length press between her legs.

“Oh, but I do,” he growled, sniffing her hair. “Just this once. My bear wants you.”

“This isn’t right,” she whispered into his ear. But she wanted him just as much. When they made it back to the mainland, they could deal with it then, but right now, all she could feel was the sharp need between her legs.

Laurence tore her clothes off, barely leaving them intact, and she lay naked on the sandy beach below him. He withdrew to pull down his boxers and Vivian crawled up on her knees, taking his hard length in her hands.

He gazed down at her, a smile curving on his lips. She could see his teeth sharpen and then retract inside his mouth, and his sideburns fill out when he looked at her.

She licked her lips as she gripped his hard cock in her hands. If she couldn’t have a good relationship, at least she could have hot sex with a bear shifter while shipwrecked on a deserted island. She would take what she could get.

Her mouth watered as she leaned over his manhood. Parting her lips, she flicked her tongue over the spongy head of his dick. She could taste the precum, and smell the salt and musk of his skin.

She groaned as she licked up and down his shaft, moisture dripping between her legs for him. He ran his hands through her hair and angled his cock toward her open mouth, pushing slightly as she took him in.

Her hand glided down his shaft as her mouth sank over him. Her mouth stretched wide to take his girth as his length pushed against the back of her throat. Even with her hand and mouth, she still didn’t have enough to cover him to the base.

She lifted her other hand, wrapped it around the base, and began to move up and down on his slick cock. She moaned, bobbing wildly. The taste of him, the feel of him, was amazing. It could make her forget how fucked up her life was. She slurped and pumped his member, loving the feeling of control she had as she took him.

Laurence began to thrust his hips as he held her hair tight in his hand, fucking her face as he had her pussy the night before. Finally, he drew her off him with a popping sound as he broke the suction.

“Fuck, woman. Turn around.”

She did as he said and turned around on all fours. He gripped her hips in his strong hands. She could hear him breathing heavily behind her before his tongue licked up the slit between her legs, wetting her already soaking folds.

She moaned and arched her back, waiting for him to slip his hard shaft inside her. He pressed his head against her opening as he held her tightly by the hips. She quivered, shaking with desire.

Laurence slipped his cock inside her in one quick thrust. Vivian groaned, the sound rising over the crash of the waves and seagulls. She felt like an animal, out in the wind and wild, getting fucked by the bear behind her.

“Oh God,” she wailed.

Laurence growled and pulled back, pulling out of her pussy until only his head remained. She sucked her lip, in the pregnant moment of his absence before he plunged back in again. “Oh fuck,” she groaned. Her body burst with lights and pleasure as an unexpected orgasm quaked through her core.

“You like my cock inside you, baby?” Laurence asked, his voice so growly, Vivian could swear the bear had broken through.

He pulled back and thrust again as her pussy contracted on his shaft. She bowed her head, taking his pounding. Her breasts bounced under her as he thrust again and again into her.

“Your body is so fucking beautiful. I love this round ass.” Laurence reached one hand around her and flicked her clit as he slapped down on her ass with the other.

He pumped into her, pressing her clit and spanking her all at once. Vivian’s mind went blank with pleasure. Her orgasms continued to roll over her, clenching and throbbing on Laurence’s cock.

“You like it rough, don’t you, little witch. I should have known.”

He turned her over and raised her hands above her head. He held her wrists with one hand as he pushed inside her. Reaching his other hand up to clench her neck softly, Laurence bit her earlobe as he fucked her into total oblivion.