Ronan set a plate for Makayla at the table and she sank into one of his wooden chairs. It was wild meat stew once again. What she wouldn't give for a plate of pasta or some light fish. Eating the same thing every day was wearing thin.

She accepted the plate and bit into a tender potato, reminding herself to be grateful for something to eat and a roof over her head in this horrible snowstorm.

They ate in silence, listening to the sound of the wind howl outside the door. Ronan flipped open a book and completely ignored her. Boredom had long since taken over her senses, and she was beginning to feel like a trapped animal. Not only that, her cravings for sugar and caffeine were making life a living hell.

She kicked herself for stopping Ronan last night. If they had at least made love, they'd have something interesting to do to pass the time. Sex with Ronan had the promise of something wild and carnal, yet tenderly intimate. She'd had a taste of it already.

Still, she didn't want to lead him on. They could never work. She definitely was never coming back to this hellhole, and she doubted he'd visit her in Portland. Even as a casual thing, it would have to be limited to here and now.

No matter how rough and gruff Ronan acted, she could tell there was something soft and breakable underneath. She wasn't going to be the one to break him. She'd leave it alone, even though the thought of sliding her hand up his muscled thigh made her squeeze her legs together.

He shoved a chunk of venison in his mouth and chewed wordlessly while reading his book. She studied his face, watching the shallow lines around his eyes as his jaw worked on his food. He was handsome, that was for sure. He seemed to have a permanent five o'clock shadow, and she'd never seen him shave. It only made him look more wild and rugged in the most gorgeous way possible.

She sighed, realizing that she was torturing herself with that train of thought. She needed to think of something else, do something else. Yet there was absolutely nothing to do.

"Do you have a chess board?" she asked, attempting to find something to keep her mind off the idea of Ronan's fingers inside her.

"No."

"Checkers?"

He looked at her sideways. No, she supposed he wouldn't have games. He had two chairs, but she assumed he rarely had company long enough to play games. Ronan didn't seem the game playing type in the first place.

"How do you stay out here all the time and not lose your fucking mind!"

He glared at her and slammed his water cup on the table.

"What?" she shouted.

"Just relax."

"Isn't there a word for people who get cooped up in cabins and go bonkers? Cabin fever. That's it. Can someone get that after four days?"

"Maybe you can,” he said, looking back down at his book. He flipped a page.

"I'm sorry but I'm used to a great deal more stimulation in my life. I have a high pressure job, friends, an active social life. I'm not cut out for all this...this…nothing."

"Learn to be still." His eyes didn’t leave the book. Anger grew in her chest.

"So now you’re a yogi?" she snorted.

"I don't even know what a yogi is," he said, shoving a piece of potato in his mouth.

"Surely you've heard of yoga. You’re from Oregon not somewhere in the Amazon!"

"Yogi like yoga? I suppose I do. I thought you were talking about that goblin from the space movie."

"That's Yoda. Oh my God! You really need to come back to planet Earth, my friend. You're pitiful." She snorted.

"I have no need for any of that. I don't need a yogi to be still. Unlike you." He finally looked at her, giving her a superior looking expression.

She glared at him, crossed her arms, and sat back in her chair. He was getting on her nerves big time. She didn't know if she wanted to scream at him or throw herself in his lap.

The idea of grinding his lap while he sat in his homemade wooden chair crossed her mind. That was definitely the best bad idea she'd had all day. Damn it. She was going to need medication by the time she got back to civilization if this kept up.

"Ronan," she said, rubbing the wood grain in the table. "Do you remember what we were doing last night?" She let it slip out. She wasn't going to talk about it, but there it was. He glared at her, his eyes growing dark.

"I do," he said blankly, glancing at her.

"So do I,” she teased.

"Well, at least we know your memory still works." He looked back at his book.

She rolled her eyes. "What I meant to say was, what did you think of it? I know I stopped you but..."

"You were right to stop. It was a bad idea." He turned another page.

"Oh." Disappointment fell over her shoulders and a black fog rolled through her mind. So much for that idea. Now that he'd said it was a bad idea, she felt angry, but she wanted it even more. "Why do you think it was a bad idea?" she asked haughtily.

He set down his book and sighed. Taking his plate, he stood tall and broad above her as he stared her down. "Because you and I are a bad idea." His eyes burned into hers and moved down to rest on her lips. They glided to her breasts and she could feel the heat of his stare as they moved.

"You're probably right," she said, crossing her arms over her breasts against the heat of his gaze.

He lifted her plate and took everything to his sink to wash, pouring melted snow water over the dishes. She wished he'd at least let her do some chores around the cabin. That would take some of the boredom out of her existence.

"When was the last time you, you know, had a girlfriend?"

"None of your business."

"Oh come on. I'll tell you about mine if you tell me about yours,” she teased.

"I don't care." His back was to her and she could feel the darkness pouring off of him.

"Ronan. I'm dying here. I'm going to start throwing things soon."

He turned around, his expression far too serious for her joke. "Don't break my things," he grunted.

"And if I do?" she threatened. There was nothing to do but resort to the most childish behavior. She couldn't even believe she said it. It was like watching a stranger walking into a snake pit.

"I don't know. I'll punish you." His tone was so serious she believed him.

"Punish me?" Lust and fear swirled around her stomach and nipples. Her pussy twitched. Was he serious? No matter what Ronan tried to pretend to be, she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her. Yet his threat was too enticing to pass up. Would he spank her. She giggled inside. She had to find out.

She took the paperback she'd been reading and chucked it at his chest. It barely made it across the room before it grazed his body and fell impotently to the floor.

"Don't. Makayla. I mean it."

"Or what?" she picked up an empty glass canning jar and lifted it in the air.

"I said, don't." His tone sent shivers down her spine. She watched herself hurl the jar. It flew across the room as if in slow motion, crashing against the door and falling to the floor in a dozen sharp fragments.

He cross the room silently in a flash of fangs and claws. His hand gripped her wrists. True fear seized her when she saw his angry animal eyes. She tried to pull away but he grabbed her other hand. His hands were wet from washing dishes and slick on her skin.

"Let me go," she said meekly.

"No." In a blinding flash, she was yanked down on her back. Ronan's claws ripped her shirt open until her breasts were exposed. He still held one of her hands. She didn't know whether to be turned on or terrified.

"Don't hurt me, Ronan," she whispered.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to fuck you." Makayla moaned.

He let go of her wrist and pulled her pants down in one swift movement. With her skin exposed to the air and his sudden change in mood, Makayla had gone rigid and wet with anticipation.

She reached up to unbutton his pants, but he pushed her hand back down on the bed. "Stay. Don't move until I tell you that you can move."

His words sent flames of desire through her. No man had ever taken control of her like this. She'd never known how much she wanted it until now. She stayed perfectly still, waiting for him to command her body.

He had her naked in the blink of an eye. He stood over her and undressed, his eyes still glowing yellow like an animal. His sharp teeth protruded from his mouth and his long claws curled from his fingers.

Dread and passion mingled in Makayla's body as she watched him watching her. He licked his lips, and his body slowly turned back to full human. He pulled her legs apart and tapped against her sensitive flesh. She gasped at the sensation and her nipples tightened.

He grunted and was on his knees at the foot of the bed, lapping against her pussy like a cat at a bowl of milk. She moaned and grabbed her own breast. He saw her movement and put her hand back above her head.

"Don't move," he ordered. "You disobeyed my rules in my house. Now you are mine." His eyes glowed again with his words. Her breath caught. Anticipation dripped from inside her like the moisture dripping between her legs.

He ran his raspy tongue down her neck stopping at the tender spot where it met her shoulder. His sharp teeth pressed against the pumping veins but did not puncture the skin. His tongue caressed her skin as he slid down to her breasts. With one hand he squeezed her plump flesh, and with his mouth he teased at her taut nipple, nibbling at it with his teeth.

Makayla's breathing bordered on hyperventilation. She spread her legs wide, anticipating his return to her craving core. He caught her moving legs and pushed them even further apart as he dipped his head down.

His tongue was on her, thick and hot and dripping wet against her inflamed bundle of nerves. She moaned as he pressed through her lips against her clit. She called out in a long, sustained, "Oh."

She'd never seen him so dominating, so forceful. There was no way she could stop him now, even if she wanted to, which she didn't. Mesmerized by his treatment of her body, all she could do was lie back and enjoy it.

"Ronan," she called out as his thick finger pressed through her slick folds. His other hand held her thigh tight against the bed, and his tongue wiggled against her pink pussy. "Oh God," she gasped, gripping the bed sheet.

He growled low in his throat and the sound waves against her body vibrated through her like ripples on a pond. Ronan pulled his wet finger from inside her and pushed in a pair.

With smooth thrusts he pressed into her, teasing her excitement until it became a pressure valve, ready to explode. Her head was light and her breathing shallow. Loud gasps passed through her swollen lips. Makayla felt her mind melting in the urgency of her excitement. His fingers caressed a tender nerve inside her and her body shook. Her orgasm mounted for released.

"Come," he said between her legs. Pleasure ripped through her, welling up from her core and raging up her nipples. Her pussy throbbed against his fingers and sucked them deeper inside. She let out a harsh moan and shuddered.

His thrusting slowed to a halt, but his tongue stayed pressed against her clit. Once the shock waves of pleasure had subsided, he moved over her, sniffing the air with in long draws of breath. "You’re pussy smells so sweet when you come for me, Makayla," he said into her neck.

He leaned on his side and ran his hand over her body, caressing the curves and valleys of her flesh. "So good." Makayla made a pitiful, small whine when his fingers went between her legs again. She still contracted slightly and his touch brought back her previous excitement.

"You come so well for me," he whispered in her ear. "I'm going to make you come until your head explodes, until you scream my name and beg to serve me for the rest of your life." He thrust his fingers inside her, moving her body with the force.

She gasped, "I believe you."

"You're mine now. I'll do as I want with you."

"Okay." She honestly didn't mind. This was the best sex she'd had in years, maybe ever, and they hadn't even made it to the main event.

He lifted on his elbow and caught her mouth with his, thrusting his tongue between her lips as his fingers thrust deep into her pussy. His beautiful cock was huge and hard on her thigh, and she felt it thump against her as if it had a mind of its own.

With two fingers inside her, he pressed his thumb over her mound. She let him take her, hot and wet between her legs. The claw on his thumb protruded from his fingertip, and he used it to lightly press against the intensely sensitive flesh.

The sharpness of the slight pain mixed with the pleasure from his thrusting fingers and probing tongue hitched her climax hard and fast and unexpectedly. Her whole body convulsed, and she wanted to sit up as it wracked her. He pinned her down under his strong arms as pleasure that bordered on pain radiated through her

"You're my little pussy cat," he whispered. "I want you to lick me." He pulled away and stood beside the bed, his erection full and throbbing before her. "Get on your hands and knees," he said.

She lifted herself from the pillow in a daze, unable to take her eyes off his magnificent cock. She did as he said and crawled before him, her mouth waiting to receive. Her breasts bounced heavy beneath her, swollen and hot from her lust.

He ran his finger over her lips. She could taste herself on his skin as he used it to open her mouth. With the other hand, he took a portion of her hair. Holding her chin and hair, he slowly glided his cock into her mouth. He groaned as her tongue flicked at the tip.

Makayla tasted his precum and smelled the strong masculine musk of his skin. Her body responded and flooded until it dripped down her thigh. He pressed into her mouth ever so slowly until he had slid the full length inside. "Fuck," he growled. “Take my cock, woman.”

She whimpered from the tight fit in her mouth and the sheer vulnerability of her position. His cock was massive, but somehow she took it without choking. With one hand he reached down and squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple, making her whimper louder.

He seemed to like the sound of her distress, because it made him begin to increase his momentum. He thrust into her mouth with both hands on her cheeks. All she could do was let go and take him. Her pussy screamed for attention and in its insistence was almost pushed over the edge into orgasm.

But Ronan was not cruel. He couldn't leave her that way for long. His thick shaft slid from Makayla's mouth, slick, wet and hot.

"Lie down and spread your legs," he said.

She instantly did as he said, wanting desperately to be touched again. He glided over her, holding himself above her with his tight muscled arms. He looked down on her with glowing yellow eyes that both frightened and fascinated her.

"Ronan, I want you so bad."

"Do you now little pet?”

He growled and pushed the tip of his cock just inside her entrance. She let out a long moan. He pulled it out again and rested it against her outer lips. He pushed it just inside her again and held there. She tried to wriggle down to absorb more of his length, but he held her hips tight to the bed.

"Please!" She begged.

"Say you are mine."

"I'm yours. I'm yours,” she screamed.

"Tell me I can do anything I want with you,” he growled into her neck.

"Yes, yes anything. You can do anything."

With that, he thrust his cock deep inside her, his balls slapping against her ass. Her body stretched around him. She let out a long moan and yelled, "Oh God, oh God." Her body tensed on high alert. He held there until she relaxed. Ever so slowly, he began to pump. He waved into her like a rocking boat on the ocean. His hips worked as he thrust.

Ronan's mouth claimed hers as he pulled her legs around his waist. She clung to him, and he didn't push her hand away this time.