Law started fucking me in hard thrusts. He pulled out and pushed back in, over and over again until I was covered in a light sheen of sweat. My inner muscles clenched around his length, and he grunted, picking up his speed.

He'd always been like this during sex: rough, demanding, totally over the top alpha. And that's what I loved about him. We would get so wrapped up in this passion that hair was pulled, flesh was broken, and as the blood trickled out of my superficial scratch marks, Law would lap it up.

A shiver worked through my body as memories assaulted me.

"I'm yours, Lawson." I only ever said his full name during sex. I don't know why, but I knew without a doubt it turned him on.

He spanked my ass over and over again, and I moaned.

"You feel so fucking good." He groaned the words out. "Yes. Fuck. Yes, Brittin. It's so damn good." He picked up speed and slammed harder into me. I couldn't stop the pleasure-filled cry that left me.

"I want more," I found myself saying.

"I'll give you more, baby." He shoved into me deep, and we both made these deep-rooted noises. "Your cunt is so fucking tight and wet."

And then the pleasure rose so high I couldn't even think straight. "I'm going to come." I didn't want this to end, but I also wanted to just let go, to let the pleasure wash through me.

"Fuck, baby. I want you to get off, but not yet. Just hold off for a little bit longer, Brittin," he said and leaned forward to run his tongue up the length of my spine. I felt the tips of his canines on my flesh, that delicious promise that he might break the skin. "Everything about you is so fucking sweet."

He worked his cock inside of me in deep, hard strokes. I knew he wanted to get off as much as I did, but I also knew he was holding off to make this last.

Law continued to thrust into me, and I forced myself to hold off on coming because of his command. I wanted to do what he said, not because I was weak, but because I knew my submission and obedience pleased him. That gave me power, maybe even more than what he got from dominating me.

He pumped several more times into me before stilling, his balls pressed against my pussy, his breathing harsh. "Fuck," he breathed out harshly. "I want this to last, but I can't hold off, baby."

I sucked in a big lungful of air. "Please," I begged.

He growled in approval.

Law pulled out so the tip was at my entrance again. "You're so fucking wet, baby. My cock is all sloppy from how juicy you are." He thrust back in so powerfully I couldn't stop from getting off, just letting go and letting the pleasure spiral through me.

My head felt fuzzy as the pleasure consumed me. That ecstasy seemed to last for long minutes, but I wanted it to last forever. I wanted to think about this moment with Law. I didn't want to worry about what would happen after the fact.

When I felt the high of the ecstasy leave me, Law pulled out of my clenching pussy, but he wasn't done yet. I knew that. He turned me around, wrapped his hand loosely around my throat, and slammed his mouth down on mine, kissing me brutally.

I melted into him, not able to even stand up; my legs felt like pudding. But Law had his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me up and close to his body.

Then he broke the kiss and lifted me in his arms with a strength that I was familiar with.

"It feels so fucking good to have you in my arms."

Yeah, it does.

And then we were in the bedroom. Law had me on the bed a second later, and my body bounced slightly on the mattress.

"Spread your legs for me. I want to see your cunt. I want to see what's mine."

I breathed hard and did what he said, because I wanted to.

I could smell him everywhere, covering my body, filling my head.

It made me so damn wet.

Law grabbed his cock and started stroking himself; his huge dick had my inner muscles clenching in need. I wanted him in me again, wanted to feel that stretch and burn from having him in my body.

He let go of himself after a few seconds and stalked toward me like the animal he was, the big grizzly that he housed inside.

"You're taking your time," I whispered, needing him with me now.

The growl that came from him was the only thing I heard right before he had his big body on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.

"You're mine, Brittin," he said and looked into my eyes, his hand loosely around my neck again, adding just a slight bit of pressure so I knew he was serious.

No gentleness or easing me into anything. Law grabbed my thighs and wrenched them all the way open so the muscles protested.

"There won't be any denying you're mine." The flash of white, straight teeth, and canines beginning to elongate, stared back down at me.

He placed his cock at my entrance, and in one move he was buried in my body again.

I opened my mouth on a silent cry, my head kicking back, and my eyes closing on their own. I was so filled and stretched. My pussy was stretched, but it was the kind of discomfort that turned me on, made me want to do so much more with this male.

Law was breathing so hard, his massive chest rising and falling.

I was already only thinking of him. I wanted to go back to the way things were.

Could things really work out for Law and me? Our lives were different now ... we were different now. He was the Sheriff of Stales, keeping this town in line and safe, and I was dealing with Blaine and his issues.

There was also the problem of how things had ended with us, and the fact we'd pretty much jumped into bed again after all this time without solving anything.

He started thrusting into me shallowly, teasing me, torturing me. "I want you to feel me inside of you once we are finished, baby." He thrust deeply into me. "I want you to feel me tomorrow when you sit down. I want that delicious burn and discomfort to make you realize that I own you."

"Yes," I found myself whispering.

"I want my cum to still seep out of your tight, hot pussy tomorrow morning, Brittin baby. I want to see the evidence of what we did tonight soaked in the sheets." He thrust into me again. "Christ."

His voice was so rough, so animalistic. I didn't want this to end.

Law pulled almost all the way out, the head of his cock now pressed against my pussy hole. I held my breath, waiting for the inevitable, wanting him to shove all those thick inches into me again.

We stared at each other, and then I felt my pussy being stretched by his huge cock as he thrust forward, tunneling into my body.

I was sliding up the bed from his forceful, rocking motions, but I just held onto his biceps, my nails digging into his firm, hard flesh.

"Watch me, baby. Watch as I fuck you." He was braced above me, his arms locked straight, even more impressive muscles straining. And that's when I saw the flash of his bear move across his face again. He was trying hard not to partially shift.

He exhaled harshly, and I looked at his canines. I wanted those wicked fangs piercing my flesh. My pussy clenched harder around his cock.

"Watch me," Law demanded in this deep, growly voice. It was distorted from his animal, and I loved that he was having a hard time controlling himself.

I lifted up and braced myself on my elbows, sweat beading my brow and the valley between my breasts. I trained my focus down the length of my body and saw what he was doing to me.

He slowly pulled out of me, his huge cock becoming visible. The glossiness of my pussy cream coated the thick length.

"So fucking hot, Brittin." He pushed his cock back into me, and a gasp left me at how arousing it was to watch him fuck me. "Bare your neck for me; let me do this, baby."

He kept pumping in and out of me, faster and harder with each passing second. I felt my orgasm rush up, and just as it peaked, I arched my neck, tilted it to the side, and told him without words I wanted this.

I needed his canines in me.

He made a low sound right before I felt his teeth pierce my flesh. It made my orgasm rise even higher.

He grunted, and I felt him tense above me. I knew he was coming, filling me with his jizz.

My nails scored his back, my voice rising, the pitch higher as I came once more for him.

When he stopped thrusting and pulled his mouth from my neck, I felt him run his tongue along the wounds he'd just created.

It was just like the way he used to touch me, how he used to love me.

"Fucking hell, Brittin." He panted hard, his pleasure coming from him in waves. I might not be a shifter, and couldn't smell his emotions, but I could see how good I made him feel.

I knew that things couldn't just be ignored. I knew I couldn't hold on to my anger any longer. Even if things had gone so fast, been so intense since coming back to Stales, I knew one thing ... I wanted to try again. If for nothing else than to see if things could be different, if we could work as a team in our relationship. I knew he was trying, felt it, saw it in him.

How he'd wanted me to live my life back in the day might have been wrong, and what ultimately led us to separate, but it had also been me not standing up and demanding he fight for us, that I was just as strong, too. It had been me, as well, that had not given us more of a fighting chance. I'd run from the man I loved, and I didn't want to do that again.

I wanted him to know I was who I was, and that I could be my own person. I didn't need a man to have control, because I could rule my life.

"I know, baby."

My heart stopped when I realized I'd said that whole part out loud.

"I promise you, until I take my last breath, that I am going to be there for you no matter what," he said softly. "We are meant to be together, Brittin. I'm going to fight for us, not against us."

"Law..." I whispered his name, not sure what else to say.

He rolled off to the side and pulled me close. I let him hold me, because despite our past, I still loved Law and wanted him badly. I wanted him in my life, but things were tricky, and I didn't know how things would play out after all this.

I closed my eyes and didn't think about anything but the pleasurable aftermath of this moment. I could worry about everything else later, right?

9.

Brittin

I pulled on my shirt, bent over to grab my shoes, and looked over at Law. He was on his stomach, his head turned away from me, and his big back rising and falling as he breathed in and out.

It was still dark out, and I'd sent Mary a text as soon as I'd gotten up, made some bullshit excuse as to why it was taking a while, and surprisingly, I'd gotten a reply that they were still watching movies.

I hoped they were really having a nice time, because Blaine needed it, especially since he'd be going away for the next three months.

I breathed out slowly, not wanting to wake Law, because I knew he would try to make me stay.

And I want to stay.

I did, but I knew I had to wrap my head around all of this. I loved Law, knew that if I just pushed all my shit aside, I'd want to be with him. I wanted to make this work, but I was afraid. It had been so long since we'd been together.

I have to make sure Blaine is stable and getting the treatment he needs before I even try and tackle things with Law.

I moved quietly around the bedroom, feeling like an asshole because I was just going to leave. I stopped on his side, looked down at him, and my fingers itched to push the short strands of his dark hair from his forehead. I glanced around the room and saw his Sheriff's uniform slung over a chair. On his dresser was his golden badge deeming him head of protecting the town, his gun, and belt. I'd always known Law wanted to go into law enforcement, but I'd never thought he'd actually be the Sheriff of Stales.

I closed my eyes and took one more deep breath before turning and leaving him alone in bed, sleeping.

Law It had been nearly two days since I saw Brittin ... since I'd been inside of her, and since she'd left me sleeping in bed. Or she thought I was sleeping. I hadn't been able to fall asleep with her beside me, and I knew she'd run. I didn't stop her, though, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to go after her.

She was mine.

She'd always be mine.

I clenched my hands on top of my desk and breathed out. I didn't have shit to do at work today, mainly filing paperwork and processing some punk kid that tried to steal a bottle of vodka from the liquor store.

"You doing okay?" Doris asked, and I looked over at her.

"I'm fine. Tired is all." It wasn't a lie, but it also wasn't the whole truth. The fact was I had tried calling-because she still had the same number-and texting Brittin, but she hadn't gotten back to me. I was desperate to touch base with her, to see where we stood. But I knew with the shit with Blaine, and the fact she was going to take him to rehab-word got around pretty fast in Stales-she had a lot to deal with right now.

That didn't mean I wasn't a selfish bastard when it came to Brittin and wanted to spend time with her.

"You're a shitty liar," Doris said.