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“No fucking way,” I said, leaning farther against the headboard. “You can’t be a bear. No one can be a bear and a person, Cade. What, are you some kind of weird werewolf thing, or something?”
“A werebear,” he corrected, frowning a little. “I had to transform to get you
out of the car. And when I finally saw how badly you were hurt, I knew that I couldn’t save you. Not unless I did something really stupid.”
“Couldn’t save me? What do you mean? I’m—” I stopped, looking into his eyes as a kind of apprehension dawned over me. “What did you do to me, Cade?”
“I bit you.”
I couldn’t speak. My throat constricted, strangling the words before they could form. Bit me? I thought, looking around the room, then back down to the red cut on my arm, only to watch as it began to knit itself up before my eyes. I wanted to scream.
“If I hadn’t done it, you would have died,” he said, a kind of shame present in those sad, brown eyes. “If I could have kept you alive any other way, I would have.”
“What happens now?” I whimpered. “Am I going to turn into a—”
“Yes, on the next full moon,” he said, though somewhere in there I could tell he meant to say he was sorry.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, rubbing my hand over my face. How could I explain to my mother that I was some kind of bear monster now? “Every full moon?”
“Until you can control it,” he said. “I was born into it, so I have some practice.”
“Is there a cure?”
“Afraid not,” he answered, “otherwise I would have taken it a long time ago.”
“Is it that bad?” I asked, frowning as I watched Cade’s face become solemn.
“It can be lonely,” he admitted, giving me a half-hearted smile. “You might notice I live in a cabin on the side of a mountain with no technology.”
My heart began to slow as I mulled what was happening over in my head. I was now a shapeshifting bear creature who became a beast when the moon was full. I almost thought I’d hear Wes Craven yelling “Cut!” any second now.
I looked at Cade, at the way he looked so ashamed of changing me into what he was. But he did it to save me, I thought. Shouldn’t I be grateful that he gave me a second chance? Complications and all?
“I doesn’t have to be so lonely,” I said after the excruciating silence. “I mean, you and I are sort of in the same boat now, aren’t we?”
“I guess you could think of it that way,” he said, once again giving me that faint, almost sad smile. It was adorable in its own “lonely dreamboat” kind of way.
“And I am sort of your responsibility now,” I added, a smile touching at the corners of my mouth. “And, despite how fucked up this all is, I’m actually really grateful that you saved my life.”
“You are?” he asked, surprise painted across his gorgeous face.
“Well, yeah!” I said with a little laugh. “I mean, I’d rather be alive and have to deal with a monthly trip to the woods than be dead at the bottom of a cliff, wrapped up in the mangled remains of my car. So, yeah, I’m really grateful.”
As I watched him smile, it felt like that sun had come out just to shine down on the two of us. My heart fluttered and I suddenly I began to appreciate just how good looking he was.
“And,” I began, biting down on my lip, “I wouldn’t be opposed to showing you my appreciation.”
“What do you mean?” he asked, but I was already slipping out from beneath the covers and kneeling at the edge of the bed in front of him.
“You seem like a smart guy, Mr. Paramedic,” I said, grinning as my hands slid over his thighs, feeling the toned muscles bulging beneath his jeans. “You can probably figure it out.”
I could hear him give an audible gulp as my fingers worked at his fly, pulling down his zipper as I looked up into his eyes. He looked so nervous, but as I slid my hand over the soft mound that hid beneath his boxers, I heard him moan approvingly.
I worked his jeans off of his hips until they pooled around his feet, slowly working his flaccid dick until it began to stir from its hibernation. I couldn’t help but smile as his legs spread to allow me better access.
“Ashley,” he whispered softly, his hips shifting as his cock grew, straining against the fabric that held it at bay. “I… you don’t have to do this.”
“I want to,” I said, smiling up at him as I teased at his head, my nails trailing over the fabric where it bulged so perfectly. “You deserve a proper thank you for saving my life.”
