Page 28 of Stranded With An Insatiable Shifter

“Yeah,” I say as I kick off my shoes. “How can I resist joining a sexy man like you?”

I grab the elastic off my wrist and tilt my head back as I tie my hair into a ponytail.

Michael lets out a low carnal growl.

I gasp when I see the intensity in his eyes. He’s looking at the spot on my neck, right under my ear that’s been tingling non-stop for days. It might be my imagination, but it starts tingling even more.

It feels… demanding. Like it’s impatient for his mouth.

The water starts rippling away from him in waves as his big body begins to shake.

“Michael, are you okay?”

He doesn’t answer. His eyes turn a shining golden color as his body begins to swell. It grows before my stunned eyes—shoulders and chest expanding as he stares at my neck with such intensity that it makes me shiver.

“Is it this?” I ask as I graze the tingling spot on my neck with my fingertips. “Does your bear want to mark me?”

He’s breathing so heavily. So angrily as his teeth extend into long sharp canines. They push his lips out, giving him a monstrous appearance.

Is this normal? Should I be concerned?

I gasp when I spot long black claws jutting out of his fingertips. When did that happen?

He squeezes his golden eyes shut, grits his teeth, and turns away, looking horrified that I’m seeing him like this.

His giant back is heaving up and down as he puts a monstrous hand up.

“Don’t look at me,” he snarls in a voice I don’t even recognize. “Go down the path.”

I look down the path, but I know I can’t leave him. Not like this.

If I can help him, I will. That’s what mates are for.

I remember his words on the first day we met.

A shifter always marks his mate. That spot of sweet tender flesh is destined for it. Once I put my mark on you, Jemma, we’ll be one.

That’s what I want. To truly be one. I want to be his in every way possible.

I quickly take off my clothes and step into the river. The water is cool, but after the hot grueling hike, it feels refreshing.

He looks at me over his big swollen shoulder, his eyes shining like glittering gold. His whole body is heaving up and down with every violent breath.

“It’s okay,” I say as I reach out for him. He flinches when I touch his back. “I’m your mate, Michael. I want this too.”

He turns and faces me. I fight back a shocked gasp as I look up at him in stunned amazement. He’s enormous.

“I remember what you told me,” I whisper as I gently slide my hand up his massive chest. “Once I put my mark on you, Jemma, we’ll be one. That’s what I want more than anything, Michael. I want to be your mate.”

He touches my arm with his giant hand and I shiver as those long black claws scrape along my skin.

“Oh,” I gasp when I see his long cock hardening in the water. It rises up like a sea monster, thicker and longer than I’ve ever seen it.

Instead of recoiling, I step forward and run my hand up it. He lets out a low possessive growl.

“I’m a… monster,” he growls as he looks down at me.

I shake my head as I start to stroke his hard shaft. “No,” I whisper to him. “You’re my mate. You’re perfect.”

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