Surrounded by Woods by Mandy Harbin

didn’t you tell me you weren’t engaged?”
    “I figured you’d figure it out when I slept with you.”
    He laughed softly, tracing circles on the wooden door. “No, I didn’t.”
    “I miss you,” she barely whispered.
    “Oh, God, kitten, I miss you too. I don’t know how it happened, but I-I… Shit . I hate saying this through the door.” He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he wanted to see her face, touch her skin. He heard her fumbling with the doorknob, and the door swung open. He stared at her, unshed tears glistening in her eyes.
    “Tell me what?” she breathed.
    He stepped through the door, shut it, and locked it. “You’re not afraid of me?”
    “No,” she whispered, stepping closer to him.
    He stiffened and shut his eyes at her nearness. “Ahh, kitten, I’m not sure if I can do this,” he whispered. He wanted to take her right now, his feline fighting for control.
    “What did you want to tell me?” she pressed, walking forward, ignoring his concern.
    He cleared his throat and opened his eyes. “That I love you.”
    Her breath caught, and her tears leaked over. “I love you too, Josh.”
    At her admission, his control snapped.
     
    * * * *
     
    Mikaela took another step toward him, reaching out for him, but hesitated when she saw his eyes glaze over. A feral sound crawled up his throat. “You’re mine,” he growled.
    Uh-oh.
    “Josh?”
    There were no words. He took her in his arms and kissed her, hard. He moaned as he clung to her, forcing her body against his. She understood that his feral side was taking over, so she couldn’t fight him off even if she wanted to.
    She didn’t want to.
    She tangled her hands in his soft brown hair and pulled herself up, wrapping her legs around him, rubbing her body against his hard dick like a cat in heat. He walked her over to the bed, falling on top of her. Even though she understood what was happening, she couldn’t just give up complete control. Not yet. Deep down, she realized he’d have to prove himself to her. Prove that he was alpha enough, worthy enough to take her, make her his. Mikaela didn’t think about all the consequences of what that meant for her; she just wanted Josh forever.
    They both kissed and nipped at each other’s lips, fighting for control. He yanked her shirt up and slipped his fingers under her bra. He plucked at her nipples, which turned into stiff buds immediately under the delicate lace. She grabbed his shirt and started pulling it up, and he broke away from the kiss to divest himself of it in one fluid motion. Within two seconds, he crushed his mouth back to hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth. He ripped her shirt open, buttons flying everywhere. He sat up on his knees, pulling her with him, and tried to pull her shirt all the way off, but she was busy fumbling with the button on his jeans, which blocked his progress.
    “Take off your shirt. Now.” He growled in her ear, and she immediately complied. God, he sounded so sexy. It took every ounce of willpower not to give in to him totally.
    Once her shirt was off, he unhooked her bra and flung it to the side. He pushed her back down on the bed and bit her nipple, making her cry out. Then he laved it to ease the pain before sucking it to the roof of his mouth. While he sucked one nipple, he pinched and pulled on the other, and there was nothing gentle about his touch. He was showing her that he was the dominant one.
    But she wasn’t relinquishing her dominance just yet. She managed to flip him on the bed when he was distracted with her tits so that she was now on top. He growled in protestation, but didn’t right her. He was too immersed in her breasts. He continued sucking her nipples until she slid her hand into his pants and stroked his cock through his boxers.
    He released the tight suction on her nipple with a wet popping sound and grabbed the sides of her jeans. He pushed her off him and yanked her pants and panties down in one motion, then tossed