Page 23 of Fated to the Grizzly

Now I’m living like one of those wealthy humans. Gotta admit, it’s kinda cool having all these conveniences. But they’re nothing compared to the look on Scout’s face when she saw the pool for the first time. My heart just about soared up through the glass roof. I knew I’d listened to the fates’s instructions just right. They told me my mate would want a beautiful, big, tropical pool where she could spend hours relaxing and swimming.

I take the coffee to the upstairs terrace to watch the dawn like I do most mornings. It’s a stunning view, the sun rising over the distant mountain peaks, streaking the sky pale yellow and peach. I grin to myself. Just yesterday I was watching a fierce orange dawn, wondering if I’d ever get to share these beautiful moments with my mate, and here she is.

Down below, the forest is still hidden in darkness. A strange odor drifts back to me from last night: the sour tang of an unknown male bear. Not a grizzly. Something else big and beastly. I picked it up a couple of times, right on the borders of my territory. No prizes for guessing what it was hunting for.

My beast swells beneath my skin. Just the thought of another man touching my girl turns it mad with rage. It’ll go straight for the jugular. There’ll be no stopping it. I’ll tear him apart. Disembowel him. Rip his gonads out and leave them for the crows to eat?—

There’s a sound behind me. Footsteps.

Fuck.

I probably look like a crazed lunatic right now. My skull is broadening, and I can feel my canines forcing their way out.

I take a deep breath and pull my beast back down inside me, as deep as it’ll go. Then I turn in time to capture the vision of Scout padding across the bedroom that leads to the terrace. She’s barefoot and wearing a towel. Nothing underneath it, my beast notes. I pick up her delicious virgin scent, unimpeded by panties.

“Hi,” she says quietly. Her eyes are full of uncertainty.

Damn, did she see something of my beast? My chest aches. I never want her to feel that way about me. I want her to know she can trust me with her life.

When she steps onto the terrace, I don’t hesitate; I step toward her and take her in my arms. To my delight, she lifts her chin, like a delicate flower turning toward the morning sun. Her luscious lips are pursed, anticipating the kiss I can’t wait to give her.

I dip my head and kiss her.

And kiss her.

I can’t let go. She’s too darn irresistible. I hold her close, tangling my fingers in her silky blond hair, running my hands up and down the contours of her back. At some point I notice that her towel has come loose. Now she’s delectably naked, her bare tits pressed against my chest, while my cock is doing its best to break free from my jeans.

I slip my hand between her legs. Fuck, she’s wet already. I cage a growl between my teeth. When I touch her clit, she moans into my mouth. It’s fucking delicious. I slide my finger a little lower and find her entrance, still barred by her hymen. Soon it’ll be gone. Destroyed by my cock. Fire burns in my veins.

Claim her!my beast growls.

Could I? Lift her pretty ass up onto the terrace rail? Spread her sweet thighs, then pull out my throbbing cock and sink it into her?

The urge is taking hold of me. My beast is antsy, all riled up. The scent of her wet pussy is driving it insane.

She reaches for my zipper.

Holy shit.

I stop breathing as she slides it down?—

But something moves behind her.

I freeze.

Something in the forest. Dispersing the undergrowth as it approaches.

“Wait,” I whisper, shoving Scout behind me.

Shit, it’s that thing.

I watch in fury as a huge, shaggy gray beast bursts through the trees. It’s heading directly toward my house, flashing its yellow eyes and yellower fangs.

Fucking asshole. How can it not know this is my territory?

Because its goddamn nostrils are snuffling, scenting my girl! I can hear the repulsive sound from here.

“Oh, my god,” Scout mutters.

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