A Werewolf's Heart Part 1.3

He smiled and kissed her softly. "You got it." He led her to the moose and skinned it, then helped put it over the fire.

The party that ensued was huge with every one happy and laughing and feasting. When it started to get dark, Sam sat down between Brados' legs, just wanting to be close to him.

Brados smiled and held Sam close, her back against his stomach and chest. He kissed her shoulder softly. "I love you," he whispered.

Sam smiled. "I love you too. So so much." she replied.

He nuzzled her lovingly, tenderly. He had grown stronger while he was away; he wanted to be very careful with her.

She rubbed his arm. "You're stronger." she smiled. "I like it."

He chuckled softly and nuzzled her. He noticed she hadn't commented on his scars. Was she scared of him, now that he had even more, three of them going across his left eye?

Sam didn't want to talk about the scars. She didn't know how he felt about them and she didn't want to upest him so soon after he got back.

Brados ran his fingertips up and down her upper arm, from her elbow to her shoulder, slowly and softly. He kissed her neck softly, enjoying the feel of her in his arms, against him.

She closed her eyes and smiled, giving a great sigh. "god I missed you..." She mumbled.

"I've missed you, too, my love," he murmured, kissing her cheek.

She smiled. "Let's find a private place." She mumbled.

He smiled and nodded, nuzzling her softly before standing up. He chuckled softly, seeing their kids sleeping. "Can you take them back to our den," he asked his brother. "We'll be back later."

Kendal smiled. "have fun you two." he nodded.

Sam smiled, standing and then taking Brados' hand. "Come one." She whispered.

Brados grinned and held onto Sam's hand. "Lead the way, love," he murmured.

She smiled and hurried to a seculded place, away from everyone. She pinned herself between him and a tree and kissed him.

He kissed her lovingly, holding her close to him. Just having her that close made him shiver in excitement.

She moaned. "I need you." she mumbled.

"I'm right here, baby," he murmured huskily, tugging off his shirt. "Come get me," he smirked playfully.

She growled and pulled off her shirt and attacked his pants.

He moaned, almost a howl. Keeping in mind that he had to be careful with her now, he clenched his teeth, keeping his hands at his sides, his hands balled into fists. He didn't know what would have happened it he hadn't kept that in mind.

She stopped and looked at him. "Something's wrong... What's wrong?" She asked.

He shook his head, clearing it. "Little violence is still in my system," he murmured, not wanting her to be afraid, but telling her why he had to be careful. "Just making sure I don't do something to hurt or upset you," he kissed her softly.

"It's been a year and a half baby! Freaken attacke me!" She said, crossing her arms. She was getting tired of this. She was loosing the mood.

He sighed softly. Did she not understand? He understood her frustration; he was frustrated, too. But he left to keep her safe, unharmed. He couldn't risk hurting her by being too rough. "Promise me you'll tell me if I'm hurting you," he murmured, taking her hands and unwrapping her arms, pulling her close so she held him instead of herself. It was obvious that he wanted her. Badly.