20

The first two days in the cabin were not what Bethany had expected. While she was used to being bored when bad weather hit and puttering around looking for something to do, she hadn"t expected to spend it alone while sharing a cabin with someone else.

And yet, that was exactly what had happened.

After their talk on the first day of being snowed in, the wind had finally settled and he had suited up, talking about clearing a path to the barn. She had nodded, knowing there were animals there he would need to tend to, and so she had set about unpacking her things. By the time she was done adding her clothes to the closet and the half empty dresser, Cedric had still not returned, so she pulled out a few books, some of her tools, and eventually plugged in her cell phone to charge, grateful Cedric had a generator in case he lost power.

Formulating and sending a text to Cordelia had taken longer than expected, but when she finally checked the time, hours had passed and Cedric hadn"t returned. The sun had set long before, and she knew he would need to sleep eventually, but he only came back once she was in her pajamas and had started working on adding to the fireplace, wanting the cabin warm while she slept.

He had given her a nod before commenting he needed a shower, and she had finished up with the fireplace before heading up the loft and settling in the bed.

His shower was nearly as long as her own, but when he finally emerged, she shifted on the bed a few times, trying to figure out which side he would sleep on. There had never really been a set side at her place, as they normally just fell over after sex and settled where they landed, but now that they were going to bed without messing around first, she knew he would have a side he preferred, and she would go to the other.

Only, after hearing him mess around for a little bit, she finally peeked her head down from the loft to see him laying down on the couch, a blanket half hazardously tossed over him.

He was sleeping on the couch. Away from her.

And all she wanted was for him to join her in bed.

It was probably for the best, she told herself, as she piled the blankets up and curled up in the middle. After all, she was apparently ovulating, and he could smell it. She had told him she didn"t want to have sex while her body was demanding he put a baby in her, so he was keeping his distance and respecting her boundaries. She could appreciate that, except she spent the night tossing and turning, and very cold.

The next morning, breakfast was ready as she headed down, but before she could speak, he made an excuse about heading out to check on the animals. While he was gone, she climbed into the shower again, this time with her hair bundled up and a vibrator in hand. Keeping her distance from him had made her unbelievably horny, and she had brought herself to multiple orgasms before she turned off the water.

When she emerged, Cedric still wasn"t there, but she noticed a puddle of water by the front door telling her that he had been there while she was in the shower. Had he heard her in there, getting herself off? The thought made her cheeks burn, and reminded her of how he had asked if she would ever let him watch, but she didn"t linger on it for too long as she quickly dressed and settled on the couch with a book.

He wasn"t gone for too long, but when he eventually came back, he had stayed in the kitchen messing around once again before settling down on the couch at the other end from her with a glove in hand and a long looked needle. She had been unable to read while watching him work, carefully turning the leather glove inside out, and fixing a hole on one of the fingers. It shouldn"t have been surprising that he could fix his own gear, but she was still impressed.

As soon as the glove was repaired, he had said nothing and headed back out, once again leaving her alone.

The book was boring, but she pushed her way through it, wishing he would come back.

Should she bundle herself up and head out there as well, or would he feel like she was impeding on his space?

He didn"t return for lunch, so she fed herself some of the stew from the small fridge that was leftover from the day before, then explored the pantry. There was flour and yeast, so she knew she could bake a loaf of bread they could eat with dinner, which took up the rest of her evening until he returned, covered in wood chips and sawdust.

He was working on something in the barn, then, and she wanted to ask questions about what it was but instead held her tongue.

Were they going to exist in silence, then, or would one of them finally break and they fight once more?

She kept replaying all their conversations in her head, about what he wanted from her, about her trust being broken in him, and about the baby. Had she pushed him away by threatening to keep the child from him if he was a danger? She had seen the sadness in his eyes as he insisted he wasn"t, and that she wouldn"t do that, but...

No, he was right. She wouldn"t do that.

She wanted to trust him. Wanted him to earn it from her. But how could he do that when he was avoiding her and not speaking to her the few moments they were in the same room?

Dinner time came, and this time, he used deer to make a stew, along with more vegetables from cans in the pantry. She had watched him add some of his homemade hot sauce to the pot itself, and he was impressed with the loaf of bread. Only a few words were shared between them, and as she bundled up for bed once more, this time wearing both a layer of her own clothes and a layer of his, she had sat on the couch, wanting him to say something, only to be met with silence as he stared at the fireplace, not moving from the other end.

"Will you come to bed tonight?" she asked, her voice only cracking once as she spoke.

It took him a few minutes to answer, but when he finally did, he didn"t even look her way. "Don"t think that"s a good idea. Best I sleep down here."

She had half an urge to stay on the couch with him, but she was exhausted in a way she couldn"t describe and finally made her way upstairs and underneath the blankets.

The next morning, she had showered after breakfast, and when she emerged, she was pleased to see he was still in the cabin, washing up some of the dishes she had planned to clean after she had cleaned herself. He took in a long, deep breath as she approached, and a smile curled over his lips. She didn"t know what that meant, and she wanted to ask, but he supplied the answer as he dried his hands.

"Scent is gone."

She took a moment to realize what his words meant, and a hand went to her belly unconsciously. She was no longer ovulating, then.

"Is that why you were avoiding me?" she asked, feeling a little angry with him. "And giving me the silent treatment?"

"Sunshine, you were driving me crazy," he answered with a chuckle. "Hearing you in that shower yesterday, I nearly broke down the door and joined you. Sweetest scent I"ve ever tasted.Could smell how badly you wanted me."

"I was not that horny," she gasped, still feeling a little angry, but now more amused. "So you avoided talking to me because—"

"Because I was ready to bend you over that couch and not come up for air until you were good and bred. Been killing me. If you don"t want me to touch you yet, tell me now so that I can—"

"Stop talking," she gasped while rushing around the counter. She had nearly gotten herself off in the shower again, and the need for him she had been forcing herself to ignore the past few days was building. She needed him, needed him inside of her and over her and fucking her, and she was done with waiting. After their fight, she had needed his touch, and needed to fuck. She had no idea how long it had been since he had last touched her, and she was going mad as well. "Pants off, now."

Cedric met her in the middle and picked her up, kissing her immediately while her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands went into his hair, tugging at the roots as he walked them into the living room, and he sat down hard onto the couch, not lifting her from his lap.

Fuck, she had missed the taste of him, missed touching him, and she needed him inside of her immediately.

They fumbled together to take their clothes off, her fingers yanking to tug his shirt over his head while he shoved her pants down her ass. They both had to stand to get naked, but he didn"t give her a chance to get away as he grabbed her by her hips and tugged her against his body.

Now that she had him naked and could feel his power when he picked her up, it was laughable to think she had ever thought he could be human. He was too strong, too graceful, and barely even panted while fucking her for hours. His refractory period was nearly nothing, and he always swelled so much bigger than she had ever imagined, almost like his cock was something manageable.

Of course he fucked better than any man she had ever been with—he wasn"t a man at all.

"Fuck, you smell so good," he growled against her throat as he shifted his body on the couch. His cock was nestled between her lips, rubbing his length against her clit, and she gasped as more and more lubrication spread over him with each pass. "Like lemons and leather and the woods and the fresh earth and—"

"Stop talking and fuck me, please," she gasped, not wanting to beg. Her mouth covered his in a kiss, to keep him from saying anything else absurd, because how did she smell like fresh earth she had no idea, and he kissed her back as he pulled her higher and moved his hand between them, lining himself up.

Bethany gasped as he split her open, every inch of him making her body burn more and more, until she was pretty sure he was as deep as was humanly possible, and he was groaning against her jaw. She had fucked him so many times before, but somehow it felt brand new. Maybe his pheromones really did have an effect on her, or maybe it was because she no longer had birth control messing with her hormones, but it was nothing like the ache from before.

Now, as she raised her hips and sunk back down onto him, she gasped against his mouth and kissed him again. His tongue dipped between her lips and she deepened it, feeling like they were sharing their souls as they clung to each other and rocked as one. Her orgasm was building with every thrust, while her nails dug into his shoulders and his fingers pressed bruises into her hips. She was on fire, wild, burning for him, and she chased the high even while her legs started to ache. He knew before she did that she was on edge, and he tugged her hips down to bury himself deep in her before he moved a hand between them and found her clit.

She screamed against his mouth as her cunt squeezed around his length, still held open by how big he was, and the scent of something woodsy and masculine flooded her nostrils, something she had never smelled before but was so entirely Cedric. He growled again, and his teeth caught her lips as though he might bite, but didn"t. She took another breath as her high began to tumble down, and his hand moved back to her hip as he started fucking up, his thrusts lacking any rhythm beyond fast. It was only seconds, and then he was locked deep inside of her again, his own moan filling the air as he found his pleasure.

It was like coming home, being in his arms, feeling his cum filling her up and leaking out around him, and she swallowed his words as she kissed him again, only pulling back when she needed to breathe.

It was terrifying, how good it felt to be with him again, but she was in too deep to turn back now.

She needed him like she needed air and couldn"t imagine a life without him.

She hoped she wouldn"t have to face it.