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heal. And time is a great healer.”
Jack touched her chin with a
finger and smiled. “How did you get to be so wise?”
“I have Nan,” she
answered immediately.
“Yes you do. And she
is an amazing woman.”
Rose bit her lip and said,
“You...know about...the fairy tale, right?”
“Yes,” Jack
replied grimly. “But it's not a fairy tale, is it?”
“So you know I'm...”
“Half wolf,” he
finished for her.
Rose winced. “I don't
want to be like... that wolf .” She couldn't even bring
herself to say, my father . “He's a vile, base, cruel
animal!”
Jack paused before saying, “I
am a bear shifter, Rose.”
When her eyes rounded, he
went on calmly, “I have an animal in me, but that doesn't make
me an animal. I control my bear, and I control my urges. I will
never use the strength and power of my beast to make anyone do
anything against his or her will. I will never lose control of my
beast and hurt someone.”
Rose stared at him, then
hunched her shoulders to curl in on herself. “I think I might
be losing control,” she whispered at last. “Of whatever
is inside me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I...I have never been
with a man before, but lately, I've been having dreams...about a man.
I can't see his face in my dream, but I can see him doing things to
my body. And...I liked it.” She buried her face in her hands.
“I'm not a slut, Jack. Yet, this urge...is getting stronger.
I'm scared...”
“Don't be scared. What
you're going through is natural,” Jack said.
“Natural?” she
sputtered. “How can it be natural?”
He frowned a little, as if
considering how best to explain it to her. “What you're
experiencing is your first mating heat,” he said at last.
“Every shifter, and half shifter, goes through this. The first
time is the most intense. It will pass. What you have to remember
is that you are in control, Rose. Other shifter males will scent
that you are in heat but no one can force you to do anything you
don't want to do,” Jack said vehemently. “You can say
no.”
Rose gulped, feeling her skin
heat up. She could feel that tormenting ache between her legs again.
She finally understood that this mating heat, this maddening urge
was a bodily need, a hunger she needed to satisfy. She didn't want
to wake up writhing and panting every night, with every inch of her
sweat-drenched body throbbing and thrumming with unsated desire. It
was sheer, crippling torture.
Nan had always told her,
“When you are hungry, eat. When you are tired, sleep.”
It was the secret to a happy, healthy life, only it was no secret at
all. It was plain common sense.
If her body was crying out
for something, she had to satisfy it. It was stupid to prolong her
agony when it was in her power to do something about it.
No point denying what she was
and depriving herself of what she so obviously needed and wanted.
Rose jerked her face up and
said, “But I don't want to say no. I don't want to deny
myself.”
Jack inhaled sharply. “Rose,
do you know what you're saying?” he growled.
“Yes. I want to do it,
Jack,” she whispered. “I want to experience what I've
only experienced in my dreams. And I want to experience it with
you.”
CHAPTER
ELEVEN
Jack stopped breathing and
simply stared at Rose. She kicked her chin up and folded her arms
across her chest, which had the unfortunate effect of pushing up her
delicious, creamy bosom.
Jack shook his head at her.
“You don't want to do this.”
Rose narrowed her eyes and
growled back, “I want to. Who are you to tell me what I want
or do not what?”
Jack looked away but Rose
stepped forward and captured his face in her hands. She stared
deeply into his eyes and whispered, “Do you want me, Jack? Do
you feel anything for me at all? I trust you won't take advantage of
me, but don't play games with me, Jack.”
“I won't ever toy with
you, Rose. You are not a game to me,” he said hoarsely.
Her eyes shone. “Then
you do feel