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  Sliding her hands over his body she felt the soft fuzz of hair on his chest, and then stroked his nipples, before running her hands down his back. She held him close to her while his hands cupped her breasts, one at a time, kissing all around her nipples, before licking the tip. When they were hardened peaks he sucked them into his mouth, licking and nibbling each one until they were sensitive and sore.

  Tara squirmed under his wonderful hands, her sex on fire, the need for him a burning that could not be quenched. Her hands moved lower down his body until they brushed against the head of his cock, resting against her thigh. Gently she covered it with her hand, and rubbed her palm over the tip of it, making him move against her.

  He wanted more, and thrust himself into her hand; Tara gladly took hold of him firmly and eased her hand up and down the length of him. His hands were still busy with her breasts, and she needed to feel him against her sex, so she rested her leg over his thigh and pushed the head of his cock along the length of her slit.

  She felt the change in him when he experienced the sensation of her warm wet sex against his cock. In a steady rhythm she continued, rubbing the tip of him against her clit too, which throbbed insistently. He was so hard she wanted to feel him inside her, so she pushed him onto his back and straddled him.

  For a moment he looked confused, then his hands fondled her breasts as he realised what she intended. Trying to concentrate through the exquisite soreness of her breasts she raised herself up and straddled him, positioning his cock against her wet sex. Slowly she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his thick shaft. Tara had never had sex in this position before and took her time, adjusting to his girth.

  Closing her eyes she enjoyed every inch of him as he disappeared inside her. When she opened them again she saw him watching his cock sliding into her, the look of pleasure on his face as intense as her own.

  Squeezing her muscles tightly to increase the friction, she finally had all of him inside her, the feeling of fullness was like nothing else, and she had to rest for a moment to adjust to him. When she was comfortable she began to move.

  Lost in the sensation of him sliding in and out of her, he rose to meet her when she came down, pushing his hips up to impale her fully. They found a rhythm, and moved to give the utmost pleasure to the other. Josh pressed his hands against her breasts, the movement of her body making her nipples chafe against them. It wasn’t long before she felt her long awaited orgasm pulling her towards release.

  Circling her hips she stretched her sex, enjoying the freedom of this position. Never before had she been confident enough in her body to sit astride a man, but Josh was special. When she looked down at him the red mark was almost undetectable, he was perfect in her eyes.

  Josh grasped her shoulders and pulled himself to a sitting position, she was still positioned on his lap. His mouth sought her breasts again, and the feeling connected with her sex. The little hard nub of her clit wanted to be rubbed, and so she took his hand and guided it there.

  Pressing his thumb against the bundle of nerves she moved herself against him. It was so good, his mouth and hands encouraging her towards a shuddering climax. She increased the movement of her body around his cock, losing herself to some primal rhythm, she felt as though she were in a trance. There was a whimpering sound, as though an injured animal was in the room with them, but then she realised it was her voice, rising to a higher pitch when she came.

  Josh thrust up hard into her, and she felt him fill her with his seed. His hands on her shoulders held her in place, allowing him to penetrate her deeply. The feel of him made her orgasm strong and intense, their bodies throbbing and vibrating together, joined in this carnal action.

  For a moment Tara questioned whether that was all this was, two people thrust together, doing what nature intended, procreating. She knew it was more than that, but was still grateful she was on the pill; she did not want to end up pregnant. Their breeding was purely for pleasure for now.

  Their orgasm passed, but Josh still kissed and caressed her breasts, Tara buried her head in his neck and kissed him, feeling his hands roaming over her curves. He made her feel so sexy, so much like a woman, it was incredibly arousing. So it was no surprise that she wanted him again, and when she felt him harden inside her again she decided to take full advantage of him.

  However, Josh had other ideas. He held her tightly in his arms and turned so that she was now on her back under him, his weight resting on his elbows. He wanted to take control this time, pulling out of her almost completely before thrusting back in. She felt his muscles ripple as he moved, his body incredibly powerful.

  He almost shoved her up the bed with the force in which he took her. Tara had to grasp hold of the sheets to keep herself from hitting her head. In and out he moved, groaning as he rose to climax. The friction between their bodies stimulated her clit; he brushed against her as he moved. She changed the angle of her body slightly, and soon joined him in release, it had been swift, but incredibly intense, and she was left in no doubt that Josh enjoyed their lovemaking when he filled her again with his seed.

  Chapter Four

  Tara lay feeling safe and warm, listening to the strong beat of his heart until her eyes grew heavy and she slept.

  The next time she was aware of anything it was dark. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and everything that had happened. When it all came back to her she reached out for Josh, and was grateful he was still there next to her.

  “You're awake, we should go.” Without further words he was up and dressing, leaving her feeling dazed.

  “Do you know the way to my car?” she asked, stirring her stiff body out of the warm bed.

  “I can follow the scent easily enough...” He stopped talking abruptly.

  “Scent?” She couldn’t imagine him on his hands and knees sniffing the ground, and anyway his sense of smell must be terrific if he could smell anything other than the trees and earth outside.

  “Forget it, we’ll head for the road and backtrack to find your car.” He finished dressing and left the room.

  For a few minutes Tara was lost in thought while she dressed. Her clothes consisted of the remnants of what she was wearing yesterday, and some old things Josh had given her. She questioned how she felt about Josh, and how she would feel if she never saw him again. That hurt like a dagger to the heart.

  There had to be a way of making him come back to town with her, his scar wasn’t that bad, so he wouldn’t have to worry about them. Explaining where he had been for the past five years was probably the worst of his worries.

  Surely his family would simply be glad to have him back, and forgive him for running away. But thinking over what Josh had said she knew there was more to it than that, and she didn’t have long to find out.

  Once she felt decent, she went out to find him. He was in the small kitchen, and the look that passed between them told that they were both remembering what had happened there earlier. Tara decided to take the initiative and ask him about coming back with her.

  Going up to him and threading her arms around his waist she held him and said,”I have an apartment on the outskirts of town, it’s cheap because of its location, but it’s clean. Why don’t you come back there with me?”

  “I can’t, it’s not right for me to live with people.”

  “Why not? Whatever you were running from, it’s gone now, surely?” She touched a hand to his scar, this time he did not flinch. “There's nothing about you that would draw people's attention.”

  He gave a short laugh, sounding angry. “You have no idea.”

  She persisted. “Have you looked at this lately, there's nothing bad about it, whatever it was has faded.”

  He touched a hand to the red flesh, feeling the smooth skin. Then he stood thinking for a minute, and Tara thought she was getting somewhere. He really seemed to be thinking about returning with her. To try to remind him what he would be missing out on, she pressed her lips to his.

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�Come back with me,” she whispered.

  He looked at her, his eyes filled with something she could not fathom. “I can’t,” he said flatly before pushing her gently away and going out of the cabin.

  She stood with tears in her eyes. It hurt that they had shared so much intimacy but he was holding back from her. From what he had said he felt the same way about her, now she questioned the truth, because she knew she would not be able to walk away from him so easily. Even now it hurt like hell that he would not come with her.

  She followed him out and rounded on him, her temper flaring. “So you simply wanted sex, is that it? Is this some kind of a joke to you? Because I thought I actually meant something to you.”

  “You do. I told you, you are my mate. But I can’t live in your world.”

  “Can’t, or won't?”

  “I can’t.”

  “I don’t believe you, you said it was because of your scars you came here, well they're gone, so either you are a coward, or a liar.”

  His temper blazed now, his eyes took on a strange glow, and despite her words she wanted to go to him, to be with him, even though he was shunning her.

  “You want to know why I can’t live like you do?”

  “Yes.” She had seen every part of him, there was nothing about him that would stop her wanting him.

  “Are you so sure?”

  “Yes!”

  Before her eyes he took his clothes off, she caught her breath at the beauty of his body and then he began to go out of focus. He shimmered, the air around him shifted and she couldn’t make him out.

  As her vision cleared Josh was not standing in front of her, the wolf was. The same wolf that had saved her from the men. She took a step back, and then collapsed in a heap on the floor. This couldn’t be real. But it was. This was why Josh couldn't live with her. She didn’t want it to be true.

  She sat shaking her head, and the wolf came towards her and rested his head on her leg, whining in sorrow. Her hand stroked the thick fur, feeling the warmth of him. The wolf looked at her, and then headed off into the forest, pausing to wait for her.

  Tara realised his intention, this was what he meant by following her scent. She wanted to talk to him, to ask him questions. Josh simply wanted to be rid of her. So the wolf loped off into the forest with her tagging behind.

  They found her bag, she checked inside and everything was there. Then he was off again going down the side of the mountain before cutting south towards where the road must be. It took them longer than she had thought it would, she had no idea the men had chased her so far. One thing for sure, if Josh hadn't found her she would never have made it back to the car on her own.

  He moved quickly over the rough terrain and Tara struggled to keep up. Eventually she called to him, she needed to rest.

  “Josh,” she said, the wolf turned to her, but then moved on. “Josh, I need to rest.”

  He turned again, and stopped, looking at her intently. She didn’t care if he understood or not, she was going to rest. This whole thing was crazy, and her mind couldn’t deal with it all. She sat down heavily on a rotten stump, which luckily didn’t give way.

  Putting her head in her hands she tried to fathom exactly what was going on. For some time she questioned whether she had simply hit her head and had been unconscious the whole time. This couldn’t be real; people do not change into wolves. It simply did not happen in the real world. So, that was it, she needed to wake up, but she didn’t know how.

  Panic started to overcome her, she struggled to breathe. Feeling her distress, Josh, still in wolf form, came back to her. He licked her hand, and pressed himself against her. Gradually she began to calm down.

  Taking her hands away from her face she looked at him. “What am I supposed to do? How do I wake up?”

  He turned his head to look at her, and then the air shimmered and Josh was there in front of her, naked. Kneeling before her he stroked her face. “I’m sorry, Tara, but this is not a dream. I would have done anything to protect you from all this. Now the best thing you can do is go back and forget about me.”

  “How can I when I don’t understand any of it? How can you be a wolf, it’s impossible.”

  “Guess all those werewolf movies were based on truth.” He said ironically.

  “But how did it happen, were you bitten?” Even as the words left her mouth she knew how crazy they sounded.

  “No, I think it’s a family trait, only my dad was never around to explain it.”

  She stifled another sob. “And the scars?”

  “I got into a fight with a bear.”

  “A bear.” she repeated.

  “Yes, the first time I shifted, I was camping and there was this bear. I got scared because I thought it was going to attack me. Then the next thing I knew, I had changed into a wolf.”

  “And then the bear attacked you?”

  “Yes, I was too stunned at the change to run. I was a sitting duck. When they found me I was barely alive, but they airlifted me to hospital, it was all a bit of a blur. They were going to do skin grafts and everything, but between the taunts and the shifting, I couldn’t take it, so I ran. And kept running. I haven't looked at the scars for years, for some reason they seem to be healing on their own.”

  “What about your family?”

  “I don’t know, my Mom had three other kids, I guessed she wouldn’t miss me that much.”

  “That’s terrible.” Tara felt so sorry for him she began to cry again, her head resting on his shoulder.

  As she sobbed he put his arms around her, and held her close, making her feel safe. “I’m glad I found you, Tara. I wish you had never met me, for your sake, but for mine, I’m glad.”

  “Come back with me,” she pleaded.

  “I can’t, that was another lifetime. I don’t know how to be with people.”

  “Surely we can find someone who can help you? There must be others?”

  “Please, Tara. Don’t ask me.”

  She was silent then, absorbed in her misery. Surely she would be able to walk away from him, to forget him, but at that moment the thought was unbearable. Feeling her pain he kissed her, and she could see by his hardness that he wanted her, and even though they were in the middle of the forest, in the dark, she wanted him.

  Despite the cold she began to undo her clothes, he looked at her, and knew what she wanted.

  “Tara, don’t. It’s too cold.”

  “I don’t care, please, make love to me one last time,” she said, and he could not deny her this.

  With his wonderfully warm hands he undid her clothing so he could kiss her breasts. She sighed and wrapped her arms around him, marvelling at the warmth radiating from his naked body.

  Undoing her jeans he helped her wriggle out of them, and removed her panties too. She was half naked, sitting on a tree stump in a forest, with a wolf man between her thighs. Tara wanted to burst into a fit of giggles at the absurdity of it all. Yet when his mouth closed over her clit and kissed her there, laughing was the thing furthest from her mind.

  Oh, his mouth felt good. He kissed her thighs, returning to suck and lick her clit, before running his tongue along the whole length of her slit. She mumbled something incoherent, and then gasped loudly when he plunged his tongue deep inside her. For a man with so little experience he was certainly creative in the pleasure department.

  Tara was close to coming, but Josh stopped, and it slipped away. She looked at him inquiringly, wondering if he had heard something in the forest to worry him. However the look in his eyes told her the real reason he had stopped, he wanted to penetrate her with his thick cock, and she gasped as he pushed into her.

  He filled her quickly, taking her rough and hard. She felt like some bitch on heat, when he lifted her and placed her on the damp ground before covering her with his body. He lunged into her, a wild expression on his face and an unearthly glow in his eyes.

  At this moment she had to admit to herself that this was real, he was a wolf, and a man.
When he pushed deep into her she had no doubt about what he was at this moment, he was all man.

  Pushing hard and deep he rode her to the edge of oblivion, and swept her over the edge. Being here, in the forest, making love to Josh was incredible, she should be scared and ashamed of being here like this, but she couldn’t allow anything to spoil their moment. This was probably the last time they would be so intimate if she couldn’t persuade him to join her.

  “Josh,” she gasped when she felt him surge forward, filling her with his seed. He took her to new heights, their passion fuelled by the wolf side of him that seemed so near to taking over him. For a moment, when he threw his head back and cried out in release she half expected him to howl in ecstasy.

  Their mating seemed to last for eternity, neither of them wanted to stop, to break the moment. Eventually though they had to part, Tara was becoming stiff and cold on the earthy floor.

  He rose and went to stand some way away from her while she straightened her clothing, and when she looked again he had shifted into a wolf, obviously more comfortable in that form here in the forest. Or perhaps it was his way of telling her the time for talking had passed.

  With a heavy heart she followed him until the trees thinned and the road could be seen in the distance. She didn’t recognise the place, but then there really had been no time to take anything in when she had left the road.

  Sure enough, he had brought her to the right place. Her car was still there, with a wheel stuck in the small drainage ditch by the side of the road. Sighing she dug the keys out of her bag, and opened the car, sure she would not be able to get it back on the road.

  Putting the keys in the ignition she was pleased when the engine started, she had been afraid it had been sabotaged by the men, but they seemed to have left the scene as fast as they could. Tara could see the signs of their quick getaway on the road in front of her. Black tracks were visible on the tarmac from the burnt rubber of their squealing tyres.