Sitting in the dimly lit room, illuminated only by the flickering flames of the fire, Camden's sobs had subsided, and her tears had ceased their flow. With her arms securely wrapped around Clayton's neck and his embrace around her waist, she finally felt safe—safe from her past, safe from her fears. "Thank you," Camden whispered into Clayton's ear, her voice barely audible. The weight she had carried for years felt lighter, as if shared between them. "I'll always be here for you, Cam. You can tell me anything. We can get through anything together, okay?" Clayton reassured her, his voice filled with unwavering support. Camden nodded against his shoulder, finding solace in his words.They remained entwined, finding comfort and strength in each other's presence. Time seemed to blur as they held onto one another, basking in the warmth of their connection. Eventually, Clayton sensed Camden's exhaustion, her body growing limp in his embrace. "Are you tired?" he asked gently, his voice a ten
Clayton awoke to the gentle sound of rain tapping on the windows, the soft rhythm creating a soothing backdrop to the peaceful morning. As he opened his eyes, he found himself greeted by the sight of Camden, her breathing steady and serene. A contented sigh escaped his lips as he realized how lucky he was to have her by his side. Snuggling closer to Camden's neck, he revelled in the intoxicating scent of her skin. His lips brushed against her soft flesh, leaving a trail of delicate kisses along her jawline, down to her neck and along her collarbone. "Mmmmmmm...." Camden moaned, her voice husky with sleep. "That feels good," she murmured, her eyes still closed. "Go back to sleep," Clayton whispered, his breath caressing her skin. "How can I sleep when it feels like a thousand volts of electricity is running through my body?" Camden responded, her sleepy voice laced with desire. Clayton's smile deepened, enjoying the knowledge that he made her feel this way.Camden rolled onto her side,
Camden awoke to the tantalizing aroma of freshly brewed coffee. She stretched, lazily opening her eyes, and turned to see Clayton bustling about in the kitchen. "Coffee?" he offered with a smile. Camden shook her head, feeling a pang of guilt that he had likely made it for her. "No, thanks, I don't really drink coffee," she confessed. "I prefer tea." Clayton's eyes widened in astonishment. "What?! Who doesn't drink coffee?" he exclaimed, clearly dumbfounded by this new revelation. Camden chuckled softly. "Well, I guess that would be me," she replied. "How do you wake up in the morning?" Clayton asked, still trying to take in this new information. "Well, I mean, the same way everyone else does. I open my eyes and then I'm awake." She laughed. "Fuck," Clayton grumbled as he rummaged through cupboards and shelves. "I don't think I even have tea." He said with a frown. "That's okay." Camden mused. "I'm sure I'll survive without it."Clayton's eyes sparkled as an idea formed in his mind. "
Camden shifted too, following Clayton back to the cabin. They once again leapt and bounded through the forest, enjoying their time together in their wolf forms. Clayton was faster than Camden, but Camden was more agile. The pair zig-zagged through the trees, playfully competing to be the first one back to the cabin. Their joyous yips and howls echoed through the woods, a testament to their deep bond.Suddenly, Camden let out a piercing howl of pain, causing Clayton to come to an abrupt halt. He turned around, his eyes scanning the forest, searching for his mate. He spotted her pale fur a little further back and bolted toward her to see what had happened. As he approached, his heart sank at the sight before him. Camden’s front right paw was ensnared in a bear trap, blood staining her fur. Clayton quickly shifted back into his human form. "Fuck!" he shouted, frustration and concern coursing through his veins. "Why are there fucking bear traps out here?!" Camden whimpered, trying her bes
Clayton grabbed a towel and began drying his hair, letting it hang loose to air dry. Camden lay in front of the crackling fireplace, feeling the warmth slowly seep into her body, her muddy toes peeking out from under the cozy blanket. "Cam?" Clayton called out. "Yeah?" she replied, her voice filled with weariness. "I'm making myself some coffee. Can I make you some hot chocolate?" Clayton offered. "Mmmm... Sounds good," Camden replied. "Well, actually, I'm making myself an Irish coffee, if I'm being honest," Clayton confessed. "It's been one of those days..." he sighed. "And it's only 2 pm..." Camden perked up. "Make it two Irish coffees," She stated, eager to feel the calm relaxation that the whiskey might offer. "Are you being serious?" Clayton questioned, knowing that she hated coffee and didn’t seem particularly fond of whiskey either. "Yup. Like you said, it's been a rough day."Clayton brought over the drinks, and Camden sat up, reaching out her good arm from under the blanket t
Clayton turned back around, his eyes meeting hers, a mixture of surprise and eagerness in his expression. "Are you sure?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Camden nodded, a blush rising in her cheeks. A surge of anticipation coursed through Clayton's veins, and with an enormous smile, he took her hand, hurriedly leading her outside. "Let's go, before you realize you're acting crazy and change your mind," he teased, his voice filled with excitement.They ventured out into the rain, the icy drizzle making contact with Camden's naked skin, eliciting a gasp from her. Clayton removed his sweatpants, hanging them on a nearby tree. Then he adjusted the water temperature for the outdoor shower, ensuring it was just right. With a mischievous grin, he pulled Camden under the spray with him. She shivered as the warm water cascaded over her, her body responding to both the chill of the rain and the heat of their intimate connection. Clayton couldn't resist the magnetic attraction between them, pullin
Camden burrowed into Clayton's neck, relishing the warmth and comfort of their intertwined bodies. His scratchy beard tickled her nose as she nuzzled against him, finding solace in his presence. She curled into a ball of pure bliss and fulfilment, her injured arm draped over Clayton's chest. In the tranquil aftermath of their passionate union, a sense of serenity washed over them.Clayton's smile beamed with genuine happiness as he looked down at Camden, his heart overflowing with love. "I love you," he whispered, the words carrying the weight of his emotions. Camden, her eyes closed, basked in the tender moment, her expression radiating contentment. She felt the profound truth in Clayton's words, and her heart responded in kind. "I love you too," she murmured softly, her voice filled with sincerity.Shifting slightly, Clayton rolled over onto his side, his gaze fixed on the woman lying beside him. The sight of her flushed face, damp with perspiration and adorned with a rosy hue, capt
"I'm not sure what to make of that," Camden admitted, a little confused and uncomfortable. "It scares me a little, if I'm being honest." "I'm also not sure what it's supposed to mean," Clayton said, his brows furrowed in contemplation. "Maybe it's nothing. Just a coincidence." Camden's eyes darted back to the tattoo, gently tracing the delicate script with her finger. "Maybe," she replied, her voice tinged with uncertainty, "but it feels like a pretty significant coincidence."After a few moments of silence, both of them lost in thought as to what this might mean, Camden asked, "What was his name?" Clayton's smile bloomed across his features as memories came flooding back to him. "Bingo," he said softly, the nostalgia evident in his voice. "Bingo?!" Camden exclaimed with a small laugh. "What kind of dog was he?" she asked, genuinely intrigued. "A rottweiler," Clayton replied. "He was the best. So strong and protective, but at the same time, so gentle and patient with me." "He sounds a