Survival Tip #4
Don't go swimming. If you're over heated, get your clothes wet— not your body.

Chapter Three:

Jansen couldn't stop the smile forming on her lips as she watched her mate walk inside of her tent. Settle down; it's not like we are going to do anything. She just got back from the doctor's.

"Jansen?" Faith asked, her voice small and wavering inside the tent. The Beta took no extra time in getting into her small, nimble home. Her eyes slightly frantic at her mate's voice. Faith sighed, "I... I thought you left."

The human girl shook off her old memories, nightmares long before she even hit the water. She didn't want to even think about them, but when Jansen disappeared, she flooded her mind, drowning her in her old fears.

Jansen shook her head, bringing her arms around her mate. She could feel Faith's body tense at the contact, but right after, she melted into her arms. "I could never leave you behind."

Faith's heart almost jumped from her chest. Jansen words awoke something deep inside of her— something that was trapped. She shook her head, unnoticeable nuzzling into Jansen.

Jansen stared down, her eyes staring at her mate. She could feel her wolf growing stronger towards the surface, calling and howling towards Faith— not hearing a response back.

Faith suddenly got flooded with a desire for the Beta. Her hips started to move on their own, and she had no control. Jansen sighed in surprised, pulling her mate closer.

We are heading into some dangerous territory.

Before Jansen could stop her mate, Faith did a little hop and wrapped her legs around her. Jansen was quick to support her, her hands gripping where Faith's ass meets her hamstring.

Faith's hands started to play with the roots of Jansen's brown and red hair. She tugged at them, making Jansen show more of her neck to her.

Jansen felt Faith's breath hitting her skin, sending shivers down her body. Unfortunately, Faith lips weren't smooth due to her lack of water, but Jansen couldn't hold a moan in.

For a human, she sure does act like she's about to mark me. Jansen made a move towards the bed, already feeling her knees go weak. I can't drop mate.

The sparks and shocks continue to go down her body, and before she knew it, her wolf was clawing her way to the surface.

Her legs hit the bed, and Jansen put Faith down. She started to crawl over her, moving her neck away from Faith.

She started to huff, holding her wolf at bay. Faith's hands gripped Jansen's shirt, starting to pull it off.

"Hey," Jansen gently grabbed her hands, "not that I don't like this, but you should really rest."

Jansen could have sworn she heard Faith growled, wiggling her hands away from the Beta's. When she made another move to remove Jansen's shirt, there was resistance.

Jansen helped her, and afterwards, she tossed it onto the floor. Faith's eyes hungrily took in Jansen's bare skin, her tongue licking her own lips in pleasure.

She reached out, her finger tips softly touching Jansen's skin. She could feel the muscles tighten, and she was in awe of what a hunter's body could look like.

Jansen watched as her mate propped herself up in her elbows and moved to sit up. She stayed still as she watched her mate get onto her knees, her face coming up to hers again.

Soon, Jansen felt both of Faith's hands rest on her love handles. Faith's hands started to move, traveling around as if she was exploring a new land.

When she lost her strength, Jansen leaned down, her breath fanning Faith's. She stared dreamily into Faith's eyes, searching for anything that would tell her not to.

She saw a glimmer.

She leaned forward gently, kissing her lost at sea mate for the first time. She lead Faith to be on her back, her head resting against the mattress.

When she opened her eyes, Faith's eyes had completely changed. A part of her scent got stronger.

"Faith," the Beta called out, pulling away. She left her hands where they were, cupping her mate's checks. Her she gently moved her thumb across Faith's check bones. "Hey, can you hear me?"

Faith either ignored her mate's question or couldn't hear her at all; however, she continued to move against Jansen. Her hands kept traveling, feeling up Jansen's ass.

"Faith," Jansen stressed, right before Faith squeezed. What is wrong with her?

The glimmer in Faith's eyes grew, shinning as if she was a wolf. Jansen could smell the strength of her wolf growing. It would explain how she survived so long out in the middle of the ocean, but why was she such a Paige fan?

Jansen started to move, fighting against Faith's grip. "Faith, you need to let go," she whispered, trying to get her mate out of the trance she was in. "Everything is going to be ok."