Page 11 of Chosen By The Grizzly

I’ve finally found her.

And she has no idea who I am. I saw the truth in those gorgeous hazel eyes of hers.

She really is perfect.

I used to dream of meeting a girl who liked me for myself, not because of who she thought I was.

And here she is. The mate I never thought existed.

So beautiful and natural, and kind-hearted. I didn’t need to read between the lines to understand that she’s only here out of kindness to her sister, and she has nothing in common with that bunch of attention-addicts.

I can’t wait to find out all about her. All about her dreams and passions; who her real friends are.

And what a gorgeous, curvy body. Big, round tits; lovely round ass. She even makes hiking gear look sexy. Damn, I wish she’d told me what her dream was about before she bolted. I could tell from the way her cheeks burned that it was something sexy. I wanted so bad to seduce her right there and then.

My hand is jerking up and down my cock. She smells like a peach, the moment before you sink your teeth into it. So ripe for mating, but untouched and innocent. I imagine stripping her clothes off her, piece by piece, and revealing her creamy flesh for the first time. I’ll take her virginity outside, I decide. Lay her on a soft blanket and spread those thick thighs of hers—

A rope of hot cum shoots out the end of my cock, and splatters against a nearby tree. I keep pumping my fist furiously, squeezing out every last drop. Wishing it was flooding her pussy instead.

Soon, very soon, I promise myself. Next time I ejaculate, it’s gonna be deep inside her. And I’m gonna breed her, impregnate her. I can’t wait to fill her sweet belly with my young.

But first, I need to put some clothes on and make myself look respectable before I go hunt down my girl—

Halfway to the cabin, I stop dead.

What about those four airheads, though? They’re probably broadcasting my whereabouts all over the Internet right now. I should go after them. Snatch their phones. Scare the life out of them.

I grind my teeth.

Protecting Callie or safeguarding my privacy?

There’s no contest.

I hit the cabin steps at a run.

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Callie

My head is burstingwith thoughts as I hurry back to the campsite. Wild, ridiculous thoughts. I don’t even know his name, but I feel like I miss him already. How crazy is that? He’s so mysterious, but so familiar at the same time. I can’t explain it. It’s like my soul already knows him.

But why did he ask me if I knew him?

He didn’t just mean from my dream, of course.

And why did the girls stage that whole scene?

That moment—my brain keeps playing it over and over—when I sprayed the bear, then opened my eyes andhewas there instead. And he didn’t seem surprised that the bear had disappeared. It doesn’t make any sense.

Crap.It’s not easy running through dense wilderness at full pelt. Creepers keep catching at my ankles, and every few feet, another fallen branch trips me.

But there it is at last—I burst into the clearing… and stop dead.

The girls are not here. I was expecting to see them gathering up their things, but they’re nowhere to be seen. The tent is still here, though, and so is Lindsay’s backpack, and a bunch of other stuff. Doesn’t look like they’ve been back.

Shit. They were scared senseless when they ran from the bear. They must’ve totally panicked, and probably headed off in the wrong direction.

I pull out my phone and call Lindsay.

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