Chapter Two

Shaw

The wild berries I ate earlier must've been poisonous because I think I'm seeing things. Barely twenty feet from me stands an angel. She's beautiful with her long blond hair and blue eyes that are captivating and deep like the endless expanse of the sky.

I don't dare blink in fear that she'll disappear if I look away even for half a second, so I stare at the angel, willing her to stay and God almighty, she's quite a sight. My eyes run hungrily over the perfect swell of her perky tits under the green sweater she has on and to the dark jeans hugging her feminine curves in ways that send my cock swelling in the water. Christ, she's petite too and I bet she would fit perfectly into my arms, like a puzzle piece.

All the blood rushes south as I take her in, my eyes trailing over her body longingly before my brain can erase the vision of the beauty but... she stays.

One, three, five minutes later and she stays, almost as if she's real.

But she can't be real.

I have lived in this mountain long enough to know what's real and what's not. A beauty like that wouldn't be caught anywhere near this rough terrain. I have run into all sorts of people here but none of them were quite as beautiful… almost ethereal.

"Uhm... hi there."

Fuck, even her voice sounds dreamy, and the way that luscious mouth parts causes my cock to jump as I imagine that pussyy little mouth wrapped around me.

She's not real, I remind myself. The wild berries from earlier are messing with my head and the girl standing a few feet from me is just a figment of my imagination. She's not real and yet... she seems it.

But she's not.

If she were real, she would cringe at my scars and the expression on her face would be one of fear and horror, like everyone else that's ever met me. But this angel doesn't look at me like I'm a monster. There is fear in those beautiful eyes but there is also curiosity and something else, something heated – not an ounce of disgust.

She's not real!

I start for her, water splashing around me as I make my way out of the river naked. The angel blushes at the sight of my nudity, her cheeks flushing into a pretty, rosy hue as I approach her. She tries to look anywhere but at my erection, but I notice the way her breathing grows shallow and the skin around her neck flushes deeper.

"Aah, maybe you should put some clothes on. I don't think you should be walking around naked in a forest. There are... bears and stuff."

Oh, I know .

I also know that there isn't an animal in this mountain more dangerous than this girl. She's the only one who could bring me to my knees, even if she's not real. Christ, how long has it been since I've seen a woman, interacted with one? More than a decade of living in this mountain alone... it's no wonder my fucked-up brain conjured the most perfect vision.

Later, when the high drops and I wake up alone and naked on the forest floor, I'll remember this beautiful vision of a woman and store it in my memories to live off, but right now, I need to take advantage of it. I need to touch her before she disappears just as fast as she appeared.

"Uhm... I..." The vision stutters as she backs up a step and then another but I'm faster and soon, I have my hand wrapped around her small waist and her petite body pulled flush against me. She shudders in my arms, her eyes widening with alarm.

"Perfect," I growl deeply, cupping her cheeks with my free hand, and fuck, she's so soft and smooth–all feminine. She smells incredible too, like candy and notes of something else. Something pussyy. "I couldn't have conjured a more perfect vision of an angel."

"Sir, I..."

"Shaw," I grind, desperate to hear my name slip from that pussyy little mouth even as my hand drops down, squeezing her tight little ass into my palm.

"Shaw," she gasps, her pretty blue eyes blinking at me in confusion, and Goddamnit if her sultry voice doesn't send my swollen cock jutting against her thigh. "W-what are you doing?" She stammers.

"So goddamned gorgeous," I whisper, raking my gaze hungrily over her body and the animal in me is begging to come out and play, but I hold myself back. A gift like this needs to be savored and not rutted hard on the dirty forest floor. And yet, despite the thought, I can't grasp onto my control as I bury my face in her hair. I inhale her soft scent in long gulps, committing it to memory. "So fucking pussyy," I breathe, running my hand down her neck, over the perfect swell of her tits and down to her stomach. I hesitate for just a moment, contemplating all the things I want to do to this angel. She whimpers with need, pressing her body flush against mine and the sound nearly undoes me, but I refuse to let this dream slip away so easily. My hand teases the hem of her sweater before slipping underneath to caress the hot skin beneath.

Her body shudders against mine when I close my palm over her tits and she bucks against me when I squeeze, feeling her nipple pebble under my touch, and my mouth waters at the thought of kissing them.

"Shaw… I… wait–"

I can't wait… my balls are threatening to bust with the need for relief. I haven't touched, or smelled, anything perfect like this in years, if ever. I have waited for more than a decade… I can't wait any longer even if I wanted to. My mind is yelling for me to breed her, fuck into her so hard and leave her belly swollen. Keep her with me in my cabin for all eternity.

"Need you, now!" I growl, fondling her tits and rubbing my cock against her thigh like an animal in heat. My cock drips of precum and begs for a chance to be inside of her, but I don't think I can wait for both of us to be naked to come.

With a rough growl, I shove her legs apart and drop my aching cock between her thighs, rolling my hips needily against her jean-clad pussy.

I groan deeply when I start rocking hard against her inner thigh, rubbing my cock hungrily over her hot pussy even as I squeeze her ass. She whimpers in my arms, the sound raw and so damn sultry it sends my cock aching, but it's her slender hand touching my shoulder that almost sends me plummeting to the ground. I haven't had anyone touch me like this… ever. It's gentle and yet, it's enough to beckon to the animal growling in my chest to take her.

Mine!

She's a fucking figment of my imagination but she is mine and… damnit, I am going to claim her until every living thing in the mountain knows that one of the beasts has found its mate.

"Mine!" I growl, threading my fingers through her blond hair and grasping a fistful of it to tilt her head back as I lay open-mouthed kisses over her neck. A thrill sweeps over my body when the grip she has on my shoulder tightens.

"Oh My God, what are you doing to me," my angel whimpers as I thrust faster against her still covered pussy, gripping her hair tightly in one hand and fondling her tight ass with the other. I groan deeply when I feel my climax approach, my movements growing rough with need as I rut her pussy like a pussy-starved beast. I tongue the column of her throat as I feel myself tether close to an orgasm and when she jerks against me, I lose it. I still against her a second before my orgasm hits me so hard it sends dark spots dancing behind my eyelids.

I come with a roar, squeezing her tight ass as I spill my seed all over her jeans, painting her with my cum and scent so anyone who sees her will know she belongs to me.

"Mine!" I roar, throwing my head back even as my vision blurs as I spill the last of my seed. My cock remains hard even after I drop back down from the high to find the girl staring at me with surprise flashing behind her pretty eyes.

This is the part where she disappears. The wild berries have done their job and perhaps tomorrow, I'll eat them again and try to conjure this perfect vision but… she stays.

The girl doesn't disappear into thin air but instead, stands still… staring at me, her eyes wide and glassy. Her breathing is labored, and her body is trembling against mine almost as if she's real.

But… she can't be.

"You're real?" I rasp, lifting my now trembling hand to her cheek. "You are real!"

No matter how many times I say it, the words don't immediately register as I take in her ruffled hair, disarrayed clothes, and the smell of pussy mingling with that of the pine trees.

"I'm real," she whispers breathlessly, almost as if she can't believe it herself. I watch as she slowly registers what just happened. Her eyes widen like saucers, and she jumps away from me. I instinctively follow, afraid she'll run away. Christ, I wouldn't blame her if she disappeared into the trees, but I can't let her leave.

Goddamnit, I was a fucking beast just now, but I can't find it in me to regret it. I can apologize to her, but I wouldn't take back a single second of our time together and I would do it all over again if I could.

I want to do it all over again!

"Hey," I start, approaching her as I would an injured animal, but I have no idea what to tell her. I haven't talked to another person other than to scare them away from my mountains in years. The only human contact that can be considered normal is with my brother who stops by every few months to bring me some necessary supplies.

And now I need to tap into my nonexistent people skills and talk to this angel staring at me like she's hallucinating, and I am the unreal one in this situation.

"I… I'll j-just go," she stutters, turning around to leave when I grasp her hand before she can run away.

"Don't," I breathe, my heart hammering in my chest at the thought of the girl leaving. "It's dangerous."

"I… I'll be fine."

"Fall is when the bears in the forest are most active," I tell her, deducing quite fast that this girl is lost. That is the only explanation as to what she would be doing on this part of the mountain. "They will hurt you."

She turns around to look at me, shaking her head at my words. "I have bear spray. I'll be fine."

My gaze shift from hers and to the spray can on the ground between us and I shake my head. The spray will only anger the grizzly bears. There have been many instances where arrogant tourists have ventured too deep into these mountains and left bleeding courtesy of the very angry bears that live here. Of course, the blame has always fallen on me as the culprit, but I've never bothered leaving the mountain to defend myself.

"Stay, I'll keep you safe," I tell her, my eyes instinctively shifting to the white on her jeans and my cock pulses hard at the sight, possessiveness rising in my throat. Fuck, I want her again, and this time, with nothing standing between me and that hot pussy.

When I look up to lock my eyes with hers, it's to read the apprehension in her expression and she has every right to feel that way after what just happened – and what will happen again. But above all, I mean my words. I will keep her safe.

Forever, if I can convince her to stick around that long.