I can’t take it anymore.

For three hours, I’d stared at the ceiling, trying not to listen to Caleb moving around the cabin and growling out the window. Every time his claws tapped against the wooden floor or his powerful silhouette passed in front of the window, I replayed our kiss over in my head. The way his hands were all over me … the warmth of his tongue wrapping around mine … the way he made my whole body hum with energy …

I couldn’t sleep knowing the possibility of another kiss like that was out there, and I wasn’t taking advantage of it. As the minutes and hours ticked by, my protests grew smaller and sillier.

Desperate for a distraction, I leaned over to grab my glass of water. In the dark, my hand missed the glass and knocked off a stack of books. They clattered to the floor, the sound like gunshots in the silent cabin.

Caleb was by my side in a flash, his wet nose nuzzling my hand. His fur felt so soft and warm.

“I’m fine,” I said, patting his head. “It was just the books.”

Caleb leaned his head against the bed, his mouth open slightly, revealing rows of sharp teeth. He panted, his big blue eyes staring into mine. I stroked the top of his head, scratching between the ears, the way I knew dogs loved. I can’t believe I’m patting a wolf. A real live werewolf.

It’s not too late. You can still back out. Just tell him to go back to his post, and—

Nope. Three hours of staring at the light fixture on the ceiling had convinced me that whatever I felt for Caleb, it wasn’t going to go away by just ignoring it. Maybe it was a stupid idea to be with him, but it certainly wasn’t the first stupid idea I’d ever had. Plus, as a writer, I had to seek out new experiences. And being with a guy like Caleb … that definitely fell into the “new experiences” category.

“Caleb.” My throat caught on his name. I coughed, and tried again. “Caleb, why don’t you change into your human form?”

He lifted his head, staring at me with wide eyes. Why? he seemed to be asking me.

I lifted the edge of the duvet with shaking hands, and patted the sheet beside me. I can’t believe I’m doing this. “You can guard me just as well from in here.”

Caleb’s eyes locked with mine. I swore I saw the corners of his mouth turn up into a grin.

My heart pounded. I shouldn’t be doing this. I shouldn’t be doing this …

But the ache between my legs had a mind of its own. My body was screaming for attention that only Caleb could give me.

The wolf’s face contorted, the fur falling away, revealing tone, muscled limbs. A few moments later, a very naked Caleb was crouched beside the bed, his icy eyes locked on mine. “Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“I’ve been staring at that light fitting for three hours, thinking about you. Yes, I’m sure.”

Caleb stood up and swung his body on to the bed, straddling me. The weight of him against me lit my whole body up. His hardness pressed up against my legs. I ran my hand over his shoulder, surprised to find the skin smooth, no sign of a bite.

“Angus bit you when you fought, didn’t he?”

Caleb nodded. “Our bodies heal fast. It’s one of the benefits of having these particular genes.”

“I’m not looking for a genetics lesson right now.”

“Then what are you looking for?”

“You.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” he said, grinning.

His lips locked with mine, and all thoughts of dissent flew from me. Fire spread through my body, flaring in my veins and between my legs. He forced my lips apart with his knee, and his tongue wrapped around mine, exploring my mouth. He tasted hot and earthy.

Caleb leaned me back against the bed, his fingers cupping my cheeks. I ran my hands across his naked skin, admiring the tautness of his muscles, the vivid colours of his beautiful tattoos. Between our bodies, sparks flew.

Our kiss deepened, our tongues searching out each other’s mouths, hungry for each other. His hands cupped my neck, fingers in my hair as he held my head against his.

Caleb grabbed the edges of my shirt, his hands locked in a war with the fabric. His eyes blazed. “You sure you want this?” he whispered against my lips. “Because I’m damn close to losing control here.”

“I want this,” I told him, firmly. “Bring it on, werewolf.”

Caleb tore my t-shirt, the fabric ripping up the seams. He flung the scrap away, and stared down at my body. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

The words replayed over and over in my mind. No one had ever said that to me before. Ever. And the way he was staring at me, biting his lip like he was trying to resist taking a bite out of me … hot damn.

He cupped one of my breasts in his hand, lifting it slightly, his fingers gliding over my skin, leaving trails of heat in their wake. His light skin contrasted against my dark tone, looking at once strange and also beautiful.

Caleb bent his head down. His tongue circled my nipple, sending a shiver straight to my core. I arched my head back. Oh, but that felt good.

He sucked and swirled until the little bud stood as hard as a rock, then moved to the other one. His eyes remained locked on mine the whole time, watching my enjoyment. Every time I moaned, he sucked harder, sending me closer to the edge.

Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, Caleb dragged his tongue from my nipple, slowly trailing a wet line across my stomach. He kissed the flesh above my panties, trailing his fingers lightly over me through the fabric. I moaned as he hooked his fingers under the fabric and tugged them down.

His tongue trailed across my thigh, getting closer, closer … his fingers made circles on my skin, making all my hairs stand on end. I lifted my thighs, driving my ache toward him, but still he continued to touch and stroke me everywhere except where I wanted him most.

“Stop teasing me, wolf,” I moaned. “Get down to business, or I’m kicking you out of this bed.”

Caleb gave me his widest, most stubborn grin. Then he buried his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping expertly at my clit. The heat from our joining bodies consumed me, as though my veins pulsed with liquid nitrogen.

His tongue darted in all directions, changing rhythm every few strokes. It drove me wild in a matter of minutes. I gripped the sheets as he continued to lick and swirl relentlessly. One hand snaked up and twisted my nipple, sending a sharp pain through my chest that only enhanced the pleasure his mouth was giving me.

His eyes burned into mine, the pleasure on his face increasing as he pushed me closer. He was loving this as much as I was. Knowing that he wanted to watch me made this even more intense, more erotic.

Caleb pressed his finger inside me, curling it back to stroke me in time with his tongue. He lapped faster, building up a pounding ache inside me, a wild animal clawing at my stomach, bursting to be free.

My body tensed. Heat rushed to my face as the orgasm tore through me. My limbs went slack. My vision blurred. Red stars danced across the ceiling. Whole worlds were born and died inside the celestial wave of pleasure that washed through my body.

Oh. My. God. That was amazing. Sam never made me feel like this.

Hang on, why am I thinking about Sam when I have this incredible, sexy werewolf in my bed?

Caleb leaned over me, his self-satisfied grin a mile wide. Just this once, it was pretty damn justified. “How was that, then?”

“It was okay,” I croaked out, reaching up to stroke his cheek.

“Just okay?” He tilted his head to the side. “That was a lot of screaming you did for it being ‘just okay.’”

“I screamed?” I had no recollection of doing that. I’d never done that.

“Oh yes. Good thing we’re in the forest, or we’d have noise control restrictions to contend with.”

“If your head gets any bigger, it will fall off your shoulders.”

“Luckily, I’ve got you here to catch it.” Caleb stroked my cheek. “I just want to make you happy. Are you happy?”

“I don’t know if I can move my arms.” I grinned up at him. “You were watching me the whole time.”

“Doesn’t everyone watch?”

I shook my head.

“That doesn’t make sense to me. I need to see your reactions. I want to watch you writhe, your lips open slightly, your eyelids flutter. I need that, need to know I’m doing something right.” His eyes clouded over for a moment, and his grin slipped a little. But then he was back, the same old cheeky, sexy Caleb.

“You’re doing everything right,” I whispered.

“Good. I need this, Rosa. I need you. I’ve been alone for so long.”

Desire welled inside me again. I wanted more of this, more of him, and I didn’t think I just meant in my bed. But while I had him here … I leapt at Caleb, grabbing his shoulders and sending him reeling backwards. Before he could protest, I climbed on top of him. “You’re not the only one who needs this,” I said, as I grabbed a condom from my wallet beside the bed and slid it over him. Caleb tensed as my fingers stroked him, his cock jerking in my hands. I grabbed his shoulders, and forced myself down on his shaft.

I was so slick and wet from my orgasm that his huge length slid inside me with one single stroke. I sighed as I filled up with him, our bodies becoming one.

I rose up on my knees, drawing myself up along his whole length, before slamming my body back down, grinding him deep inside me. Caleb grabbed my thighs, his forearm muscles tightening as he controlled my movements, gliding his glorious cock up inside me as I slammed my pelvis down against him. I struggled to hold his shoulders as we bucked against the bed, my breath coming out in short, sharp gasps.

This was unlike any sex I’d had before. This was wild, primal, wolfish. I wasn’t lying back, letting the man take control. Instead, I was on top, forcing him to go harder, faster, deeper. And the way Caleb was looking at me, his eyes heavy with lust, I could tell he was loving every minute of it.

I rode him hard, and he rose to the challenge, reaching up to stroke my breasts as he slammed his cock inside me. The bed creaked dangerously as he pounded against me.

The ache inside me swelled again, leaping through my limbs, rising right through my body and pounding against my skull. My pleasure roared in my ears, a beast that could not be tamed. I dug my fingers into Caleb’s shoulders as a second orgasm tore through me, the ache becoming a roaring fire as it burned me up in his arms.

When I could focus on Caleb again, his face was tight with concentration, his jaw set in a determined line. His hands gripped me hard, and I could feel his muscles tensing. He was close. I grinned down at him. “Come for me, Caleb,” I cried, surprised at myself. I sounded like some movie harlot, and I loved it.

His eyes grew wide, and he clenched his jaw as a shudder rocketed through his body. Inside of me, his cock tensed, jerking as he came.

Caleb’s face relaxed, and his grip on me softened. He collapsed back against the pillows, and I collapsed against him, my body spent. He wrapped one strong arm over my shoulders, his fingers tracing circles on my back. Delicious shivers followed the trail of his touch.

“That was …” he huffed, squeezing my shoulders.

“Yeah.” I leaned my cheek against his shoulder, draping my arm across him, my dark skin standing out against his tattooed chest. We looked like we fit together.

So that was sex with a werewolf. Apparently, I had no idea what I’d been missing.