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Bryce, you idiot. Why? Why did you say something so big, so permanent sounding?I hope I can hold back the tears until she’s out of the room.

Click. Beep.

My head jerks up, and I turn to see what’s happening.

Fia pats the deadbolt that she’s just slid into place. The small electronic card reader is still flashing red from its one tiny bulb, showing the door is locked.

“You stayed!” I cry, forgetting that I should take it slow. I rush to her, picking her up in my arms as she squeals, burying my face against her ribcage as she flails and giggles, arms wrapping around my head.

“I did! Sounds as if I might be here for a while.” She plants a soft kiss on top of my head. “Shall we get comfortable?”

Chapter Five

I’m crazy.

Well, we know that. Everyone said you were crazy to leave handsome, successful, athletic Felipe. Said you were crazy to live alone in an RV, taking photos and hoping and praying to pay the bills. They said you were crazy for spending hundreds every year to go home for Carnival when there are months that you live on scrambled eggs, rice, and soup.

I’m crazy about him. I was from the moment I laid eyes on him. I wonder if this “mates” thing works both ways.

Bryce is gently lowering me to the ground, looking at me with shining eyes as if I’m an angel and a gift all in one. “You stayed,” he repeats.

I love the feel of my body against his, and now that I have permission to hug him, I do. I plaster myself to him like he’s a fluffy pillow—only I can feel the hard muscles under the layers of thick fur. I can feel something else hard, too. “Did you say mate?”

“Like partner,” he rasps.

I wriggle against him, feeling his bulge with my wiggling lower abdomen. “Has a human ever mated with a yeti?”

“Huh? Oh, yes. There’s a couple who lives near Pine Ridge—Onyx and Kyra. They have twin boys.”

“So mates can actuallymate?” I’ve lost all subtlety as I realize he’s packing something that would only be seen in the extreme section of an adult catalog. All the pent-up horniness that I’ve carried since setting eyes on him is making me careless.

“Absolutely. Um. It might not always be completely compatible at first…”

“I like a challenge.” I let him lift me up so I can reach his mouth, making sure that our first kiss is one he won’t forget. My teeth clamp down on his lower lip before my tongue slides against his fangs. His tongue spars with mine instantly, a groan rattling from his chest into mine when I start to rock my pussy against his erection. Even though we’re divided by layers of clothes, the width of his shaft presses every spot I crave as I rub.

“I would help, of course,” Bryce pants between kisses.

“Help? How?”

He looks suddenly surprised. “Don’t human men make their lovers come before entering? How can they make sure you’re slippery enough to take their length?”

Good Lord. Could there be a better combination of sexy as hell and sweet as sugar? “I’m sure some men do. Not so much in my experience. Also, the ‘length’ of most human men isn’t enough to worry about preparing for.”

“Oh.” Bryce looks down at the tent (I think it’s more like a settlement, actually) in his pants. “I think maybe it would be a good idea if you let me show you what yetis do?”

The way he licks his lips while looking pointedly below my waist has me convinced that I will combust if he doesn’t show me in the next five minutes. “Yes, please.”

Bryce nods and stands still, lips pressed together, eyes closed for a few seconds, an expression close to pain on his face.

“What’s the matter?” He might be worrying about what I’ll think of him, but I suddenly have a slice of panic pie myself. What if human-yeti relationships are frowned on by his family,even if they’re cool in Pine Ridge? What about this body he fell for? It’s been a long time since I was obsessed with flat abs and toned thighs.

“I don’t want to rush you. You might think I only wanted one thing.” His shaggy, silky locks fly around his face as he shakes his head in denial. “I promise I don’t.”

Maybe it’s the mating thing that makes me feel so connected to him, so attracted to him, but I already feel like I know him. I know there’s more in store than just a quick tumble—but that’s what I want to start with.

“I believe you, baby,” I whisper, pulling on his waistband. “And I love how sweet and gentle you can be. But I also liked that lethal weapon I saw on the ice. I don’t mind if we start off in a rush tonight. The second time can be nice and slow,” I purr, running my hand boldly,lingeringlydown the thick bulge between us. That’s the last time I want to be slow for a while.

Bryce’s entire body is covered in thick white and gray fur except for his face, his palms, and his grayish cock that sticks out straight and tall like a spear, ready to impale me. I lick my lips at the size of it, mentally stretching my jaw around that monster.Impaled is right.

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