Page 6 of Chosen By The Grizzly

Callie.

My mate’s name.

It rolls through me like honey. I growl it out, over and over again. And then I imagine those sweet cherry lips calling out my name as I drive her wild with ecstasy.

Jason, don’t stop…

Jason, please…

Yes, she’s going to cry my name, while I drive her wild. Make her come all over my dick.

Fuck.I’m so hard for her already, and I haven’t even spoken to her yet. I can’t wait to meet her, to learn all about her. Find out what she’s doing here, in the middle of the wilderness.

My beast is poised, muscles burning with pent-up energy. It’s desperate to run to her. But I can’t approach her like this. I’ll scare the hell out of her.

I’ll just stay here for a little bit. Watch her. See what I can find out about her.

I stay in the shadows and prick up my ears. Although, my damn heart is beating so hard, I can hardly hear anything over it.

She crouches down again, stirring something in a pot. Beans and Franks. What passes for human food in the wilderness. I’ll go hunt her a rabbit instead. Gut it, portion it, then lay it out for them. Create a diversion or something, so they don’t see me doing it.

The idea surges in my beast’s brain, and it prepares to dash into the forest, nostrils already picking up the scent of wild rabbit.

No, doofus.I rein it back in.

Five human women, alone in the forest? It won’t look like dinner; it’ll look like a mutilated corpse, put there by a psychotic stalker.

She’s working hard, preparing the food, setting out plates, while the other four are lounging around, busy on their phones. One is a close relative of hers; I can tell by her scent. But she has none of my girl’s spark, her vitality. The other three are kinda trashy. Like the groupies who used to hang around me back in the day, when I lived a totally different life. I can tell they’re not Callie’s friends. They’re the kind of girls who’ll receive her generosity with thanks, then gossip about her behind her back.

What is she doing with them? They’re not fit to lick her boots. I’m gonna snatch her away. Treat her like the queen she is.

But how can I?

Reality comes crashing down.

I can’t.

I used to take whatever I wanted. But not anymore. Even though I’ve never wanted anything like I want Callie.

I did a deal with the devil, and this is my life now: the lonely existence of a solitary bear, who’s never going to take a mate. It’s no more than I deserve.

But there’s no way I can stay away from Callie either.

She’s the one chosen for me by fate—at least she would be, if I was allowed to make a choice.

I’ll just have to follow her instead. Keep watch over her. And hope that will be enough for my beast.

“Ready,” she calls. Her voice rings through my ears for the first time. The voice of an angel. If I could spend the rest of my life listening to it and nothing else, I’d be a lucky man.

She turns her head and looks for the others. I hold my breath as her gaze sweeps the clearing.

And comes to rest on me again.

My heart almost beats out of my chest.

She knows I’m here.

Because she’s mine.

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