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beast she’d become. The need to taste fresh blood pushed to the forefront along with the desire to flex her muscles in a vigorous chase.
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    The cleared path to the cave was once again obscured by a coating of snow. Braeden waded through the drift until he’d reached the entrance and his shovel and cleared the path once more, hoping they weren’t in for heavy snowfall just yet. He wanted more time to gather supplies. He supposed he was like his father in that regard, who never seemed satisfied with what they had in their coffers and always wanted to go on one last hunting trip.
    Braeden’s day had been spent tracking a herd of mountain goats up into the far reaches of the mountain. With difficulty, he’d stalked a large ram until he’d made the kill. Getting the beast back down the mountain was another challenge, but he’d smoked enough meat to last them for a few weeks along with the fish strips they’d smoked . He’d also discovered a pleasant surprise near the mountain top that he hoped to take Kimber to if she could be persuaded not to fight him.
    He thought about what she would do or say when he went inside, and he dreaded a confrontation. It was late, and the moon had already crested in the sky. His breath puffed like billowing smoke in the still air, but with no more snow to clear and his hunting done for the day, there was no more reason to delay entering his cave.
    Past the skin inside, embers smoldered from the fire pit. In the dimness, he could barely discern her shape beneath the furs—she was so slight and small and, thankfully, asleep. Braeden sighed in relief and stoked the fire until it began warming the space once more. As the flames roared to life and cast flickering light on the walls, he could see she hadn’t gathered much wood but she had caught a small bird and picked its bones clean and left them in a small pile by the fire. She’d also left a tiny portion of meat for him in a skillet—about two mouthfuls. Oddly, the fact that she’d left him something when she’d had so little to start with pleased him.
    Braeden finished off the meat, grabbed his ax, and took the scraps outside to dispose of them before heading out to his stockpile of deadwood. Though it was a task better left to daylight, he wanted a few hours of wood before calling it a night. Had he not keen vision, chopping an armful of wood would have been impossible—at least not without potentially injuring himself.
    His body ached—muscles exhausted from the full day. He’d made sure he was as physically spent as possible before returning to her. At least now, he wouldn’t be tempted to do things he shouldn’t, even if she begged him. Perhaps she’d come to her senses with the break away from him , because t he last thing he wanted was for her to get attached to him.
    Braeden gathered a tall armload of wood and dragged himself back to the cave, feeling as though he walked in his sleep. He fed the fire, making sure the new logs caught aflame, then peeled his clothing off down to his breechcloth, and crawled ben eath the furs beside Kimber to let blessed sleep take hold.
    Warm, silky skin greeted him when he wrapped his arms around her middle . He realized at once that she was absolutely naked beneath the furs. His loins instantly responded, telling his tired mind and body that he wasn’t nearly exhausted enough to ignore her. She murmured in her sleep and rubbed her bare bottom against his thigh. He stifled a groan, panic growing in conjunction with his cock. What he needed to do was flip over, pinch the head of his dick off or thump the shaft and drown in misery until he was asleep.
    He remained still, torturing himself with the soft feel of her against him, subtly rubbing her stomach and the underside of her breasts . The faint scent of her heat teased his nostrils, urging him to spread her legs and ram his cock inside. She’d done this on purpose—sleeping naked.
    “Mmmm,” she moaned