Page 22 of Sasquatch's Claiming

“I’m sorry about that.”

“It wasn’t my dream job anyways. It was just something because…” She worried her bottom lip.

“Tell me.”

“My parents were killed in a freak accident, but I didn’t think it was. I have an uncle who has always wanted me.”

Ben growled. “An uncle. Disgusting.”

She nodded. “My parents always tried to hide from him too, but he’d always find us and they’d never fight back. Until they moved me to Thunder Bay. He threatened to take me, to hurt me. My parents got me to the city and then died on the way home to Atikokan. My uncle thinks I’m in North Bay. I have a friend who gets my mail and sends it to me. Honestly, I thought all these creepy feelings I had were him. I thought he was tracking me because I hear him.”

She was shaking as she let it all out.

Instantly his hackles went up, especially when she said she could hear him. It sounded like something evil.

“If I ever see him, I will kill him,” Ben snarled.

“I appreciate that. I’ve been hiding so long.” She shuddered. “I like the people I work with, but yeah, it’s not what I wanted in life.”

“What did you want then?”

Bernadette wasa little shocked that he asked her that question. She’d had past relationships before and no one seemed to care about her. Sex had always been tedious and not like what she had with Ben.

Of course, it takes a monster to actually give a flying fuck about her, and she kind of snort laughed to herself internally, thinking that.

Ben was staring up at her with those warm eyes, so concerned and so interested in her beyond the amazing sex that they’d been having. He actually did seem to care about her.

“What did I want?”

Ben nodded. “Yes. Out of life.”

“Honestly, I wanted to sew quilts and clothing. I always wanted to have my own shop and…well, that wasn’t a feasible life. Definitely not in the town I grew up in, so I went into medical administration. It was steady work.”

“I can get your sewing machine,” Ben stated proudly. “No one around here does sewing.”

“That’s really sweet, but how long can I logically stay here, Ben?”

“Forever,” Ben replied. “I will protect you forever.”

The idea of forever was thrilling to her, but how did you just disappear from your regular life to live in the woods with a magical monster? It seemed like something out of a fairy tale rather than real life. There was another part of her, though, that wanted to stay here with him. Like some kind of primal urge to have him as her protector.

She wanted to disappear from “real” life and happily stay here with her beast.

Ben was so vehement on protecting her, how could she not fall in love with that?

Even just thinking about that made her want him again. That insatiable need to have him possess her. It made her think a lot of dirty thoughts about him.

When did she get so smutty?

A low growl rumbled from his chest, his nostrils flared and a smile curved over his sharp incisors, his golden eyes illuminating in the shadows of his home, like he could smell it and he knew exactly what she wanted.

Her blood was heating as he climbed across the bed, looming over top of her. She licked her lips staring at his large cock, straining against the denim jeans he was wearing.

“I think we can talk about all this later,” she said huskily.

“Agreed.” He undid his jeans and she lay back, her body thrumming with need.

Maybe disappearing from life wouldn’t be too hard.

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