Perfect Mate (A Werewolf BBW Shifter Romance #2)(2)

All of this disappeared in a blinding explosion of desire as he thrust two fingers into her.

"Oh! Damien!"

The sensation pulsed through her that she was his, only his. She rocked against his hand, forcing her body upon his fingers, impaling herself. If you had asked her a week ago whether she would ever kiss a man, she would have been doubtful. Now, though, she ached to have Damien inside of her again and knew, with more certainty than she'd thought possible, that he was hers as much as she was his.

The air around her warmed her as she found her rhythm against him. His lips moved against her, his tongue licking, his mouth sucking. She did not know anymore what she felt and what she imagined, for the world was like a dream to her as she moved her hips, rolling them against his mouth as her tension built higher, higher, then erupted from deep within her core.

"Yes... yes!"

The orgasm rolled through her, different than the one before, though just as powerful. Quickly she clasped her fist into her mouth, stifling the loud cry that burst forward from her lungs as she rode the waves of pleasure into release. Her body clenched around his fingers and shuddered once, then again, and again as his tongue licked her tenderly.

Breathing hard, she could not do anything but whimper as he lay back beside her and drew her close to him in a warm embrace. Birds in the treetops sang, or perhaps it was her ears ringing from the symphony of bliss reverberating through her body. He stroked her body with his hands under she curled up to his chest, satiated.

"You're incredible," she murmured, nestling herself into his body. Dark hair lined his chest, defining the rippling muscles underneath, and she ran her fingers through the wiry strands. "Can I... can I do something for you?" She blushed and tucked her head against his shoulder even as she asked the question.

"As much as I'd love it, I should get back to my pack," Damien said.

"Take me with you," Julia said, without thinking. As she said the words, though, she knew it was the right decision.

"The wolf is there," Damien said, his voice dropping into a serious tone. "The one who tried to attack you. Do you really want to see him again?"

"I want to meet your pack," Julia said firmly. She needed to see the other shifter. She needed to know that there was nothing between Damien and Katherine, to see it herself.

"You've met them all already," Damien said, a note of modesty coming into his tone. "It's a small pack."

"I mean—I want to meet them as your mate," Julia said.

"Oh, sure. Of course. You'll have to drive me, then." Damien kissed her on the lips softly, and she wondered how much of her anxiety he could read. How much of her jealousy.

"I am yours," Damien whispered, his thumb grazing the stiff peak of her nipple. "You know that."

"Yes," Julia said. She knew. Or thought she did.

As they dressed, brushing the pine needles off of their clothes, Julia watched Damien's muscled body and tried to remember it changing—shifting—the arms and legs sprouting fur and claws. It all seemed like a dream, albeit a vivid one.

She turned to go and Damien caught her by the arm. It was a simple gesture, but one that reminded her of his acute senses. Without his eyes, he was still able to track her movements.

"Julia," Damien said. "I need to tell you something about my condition."

"Something apart from the fact that you're a werewolf?" Julia teased. Her laugh was cut short by the look on Damien's face. "What is it?"

"Shifters have a different lifespan than humans," Damien said. "Anywhere from a hundred to two hundred years."

"You don't have any old shifters in your pack, do you?" Julia asked. "Or do they just look young?"

"No, That's the thing," Damien said. "There's a price to pay for the lifespan."

Julia's heart chilled at the sound of the admonition.

"What price?"

"Shifters can only shift into human form when they're relatively young. Thirty-five, maybe forty years old. After that, it becomes harder and harder to shift out of wolf form. You become more aggressive, less able to control yourself."

"I don't understand. You're saying you'll be stuck in wolf form?"

Damien bowed his head.

"It takes energy every time I shift from one form to another, and if I go for too long as a human, I lose control. I have to shift back. In all likelihood, I'll only have another fifteen years or so before I become more wolf than man."

Julia didn't know how to reply. A numbness had set into her that she didn't understand. More wolf than man.

"I'm sorry," Damien said, squeezing her hand. "I should have told you earlier. Only—"

"Is there anything else I should know?" Julia said, smiling weakly. "Are you going to spontaneously combust every other week or so? Will your skin turns purple on Tuesdays?"

Damien laughed gently.

"Not so much," he said. "I understand if you... if you decide you can't be with me because of this. I admit, I rushed into things after I felt the Calling. It's just..."

"I don't want anyone but you," Julia whispered. There was a connection between the two of them that she had only dreamed about, and she couldn't let it go. She wouldn't leave him if she found out he had a fatal disease, after all. The idea of abandoning Damien for a life without him was repulsive to her. Why should this be any different?