Page 58 of Shifter Situations

I felt like shit for not being able to help him with his emotions. It was just so far out of my depth.

“I’m sorry your ex is a cunt,” didn't seem like an adequate enough response, but a pat on the shoulder was not what girlfriends were supposed to do, much less a mate.

I thought I’d probably already established the fact that I was a shitty person in general. Relationships definitely fell into that overall category.

On his next pass by me, I stretched my hand out, caressing the fur along his side. His lip curled up to show his teeth, but his body shivered. Two opposite reactions to show his feelings, though he was clearly still frustrated.

“Don’t bare your teeth at me out of anger,” I whispered. “You’re mad—I get it—but not at me. I’m not her.”

His head whipped in my direction, his paws stalling out as he stared at me through big, green eyes.

“I’ll give you another minute.”

I turned my back, taking a few steps away from him as I breathed through the intensity of his wolf’s emotions. A rough hand slid into my hair, twisting my head until I was facing him once more.

“I don’t want a minute, Barbie.” He shook his head. “You’re nothing like her.”

With each word he spoke, he backed me up until my shoulders hit the trunk of a tree. His hand tightened, angling my head as he consumed me.

His lips brushed mine, soft and sure, rapidly becoming more impassioned. The heady combination of his tongue tangling with mine and his facial hair scratching my skin was a potent aphrodisiac.

Briggs pushed his knee between my legs, his opposite hand teasing the insides of my thighs. I ground against him, silently begging for friction.

He grinned against my lips as he held me where he wanted, kissing me until I was breathless and needy.

His pupils dilated as he growled, running his nose along the length of my neck. He pulled away, inhaling deeply, and his wolf’s eyes shone brightly in the shadowed alcove of trees.

He spun me, swallowing up all the space around my body as he caged me in. The weight of him against my back pressed my chest into the tree. My core clenched, a wanton moan escaping me at his forceful display.

The bark of the tree came with a bite, pinching my flesh as he tugged at my hair. The head of his dick parted my lips, applying pressure to my channel before he sank in slowly.

He trailed his lips down my neck and over my shoulder as he whispered in my ear, “You’re driving me crazy. I can smell what I’m doing to you. I’m warning you now, hold on.”

With every thrust, the bark cut into me, deeper and harder. The slight pain stretched from the tops of my breasts to my cheek. I felt a drop of blood roll over the edge of my jaw and down my neck just as my pussy suddenly began to tighten, my orgasm sneaking up on me.

“Cum on my cock, Barbie,” Briggs rumbled. “I want to hear you whine my name.”

My pleasure amped higher at the honeyed tone of his voice.

“Briggs. Gods,” I pleaded, gasped, and everything after that was a jumble of syllables that made no sense to my ears but felt so right as they left my mouth.

His strokes stuttered, and I flexed my fingers as my claws dug into the bark. He growled his release as he throbbed inside me.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

He chuckled in satisfaction as he pulled away. I turned to face him as I stared down at my chest, and he smirked at me.

“The guys are gonna think we got into another fight. Looks like I won this one,” he commented.

I couldn’t disagree with that.

My body was a bit sore, and while the cuts were healing quickly, the bruises were slowly getting darker. I’d have to wash the streaks of blood away.

“Let's go. It’s going to be awkward if we bump into anyone out here. We’re too far off the pack’s property to explain why there’s blood on me and we're both running around naked in the dark.”

He grabbed my hand, tugging me to his chest. I gazed up at him, watching his eyes flicker as multiple responses crossed his mind.

“Demonic ritual gone wrong. I had to catch the sacrifice after she ran.”