Page 10 of Fated to the Grizzly

Imust be in heaven. Out of all possible explanations for how I went from being chased by a giant grizzly bear to sitting in a luxurious home, being tended to by the hottest guy in the universe, this seems as good as any.

Well, if this is the afterlife, it seems pretty great so far. I might as well lie back on this comfy sofa and enjoy it.

This room isunbelievable. It’s like something out of the movies. Not that I’ve seen movies for a long, long time. And it hasfish.A gianttropical tank fills an entire wall. I freaking love fish. I spot a bunch of brightly-colored species that I recognize, and a whole lot more that I don’t. The tank is set up real prettily with beautiful aquatic plants and little rocks and houses for the fish to hide in.

The rest of the room is so elegant, but inviting at the same time—exactly how I’d design my dream house. The complete opposite of my dad’s shabby chaos.

Apart from the huge sectional sofa that I’m currently sprawling on, there are two armchairs, all done out in a velvety gray fabric. There’s an antique coffee table, a fluffy cream area rug, and a whole row of bookshelves fills the wall behind me.

Directly opposite the sofa is a picture window that looks out onto the dark forest. This is when I realize that I’m on a mezzanine level, and that the window actually continues down to a lower level. And if I’m not mistaken, there’s a tinkling sound of water coming from there. If only my knee wasn’t busted, I’d go take a look. I’m a sucker for any kind of water feature.

Instead, I lie back against the plush sofa cushions, lulled by the aquarium’s soft blue glow. I stare dazedly at the fish as they meander around doing their fishy thing, and wait for my mysterious naked man to come back.

Funny, I asked the universe for a rugged mountain man to come along and ravish me, and here he is. But he’s way hotter than I imagined, and he’sreadyfor me.

And when I say ready… I’d never seen a man’s cock until today, but I know what it means when it’s sticking up like that—it wants inside of me. I was trying not to stare at it, but it’s kind of unmissable. Long and as thick as a beer-can.

My pussy clenches. I wonder what it’ll feel like when it happens. If it’ll hurt. If it’ll even fit inside me.

Well, I’m ready to try. Any time now.

All I can think about is how much I want him to take me. That big, muscly body arching over me. Those dark eyes staring into mine. I love the way he stares at me. Like he’s fixated on me or something. Like he’s falling…

No. That’s ridiculous. I’m probably just the only female he’s seen in a long, long time, and his body can’t help responding to me. I’m okay with that. He can scratch his itch, and I can ditch my purity. Quid pro quo.

A door closes in the distance, and I hear the sound of his feet striding along the passageway. My heart gives a little jump.

Here he is. All six-foot-four of him. All wild dark hair; sexy scrubby beard, and those amazing, chiseled cheekbones.

But now he’s wearing jeans.

My heart sinks a little.

His glorious, musclebound torso is still bare, thank goodness, but his cock is now caged behind faded blue denim.

“You didn’t have to get dressed on my account,” I blurt out.

Sheesh.What the hell is wrong with me? I never thought I’d talk to a man like that. I’m not that kind of girl, at all.

He mutters what sounds a lot like, “Trust me, I did,” and something flares in his eyes. Something hot and feral. When they lock onto mine, I feel… caught.

Suddenly, I know what a prey animal feels like when it’s fixed in the sights of a predator. A shiver runs right through me. A long, delicious one that ends in a little tingle between my thighs.

He strides over to me, brandishing a bunch of medical supplies. I drink in his magnificent physique, the way his muscles ripple as he moves. Looking at him makes my eyeballs happy.

He kneels beside me.

“Am I alive?” I murmur.

“What?” Those laser-beam irises fix onto mine.

“Oh, just wondered if I was still unconscious, or something.”

A smile tugs at his lips. “You’re very much alive, trust me.” There’s a little drag in his voice. A growl of yearning. Fuck, that’ssosexy.

Then he turns his attention to my injuries and his thick eyebrows furrow.

“Shouldn’t have let that happen,” he snarls, like he’s mad at himself.

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