Page 2 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3
Damn, he’s gorgeous. Just plain fucking gorgeous.
His dark brown hair was short. His features intrigued me—from his chiseled cheekbones and painfully hard jaw to his searing blue eyes, which made me so horny I wanted to tackle him and ride him like a bucking bronco.
I tried not to get all nervous like an infatuated schoolgirl as he sat beside me with his shoulders completely dwarfing mine.
“Sometimes I forget humans can’t communicate like we do.” He nodded to the other two bears. “It simplifies things.”
“You can talk telepathically?”
He nodded slowly. “As a bear clan, we hold a strong mental connection that unites us as one.” He stoked the flame. “Are you certain you want to know what the plan is?”
“Yeah, I’m assuming you fur balls have one.”
Fergus raised his brows at me. “That’s the best you could come up with? Fur balls?”
The other two bears both turned. Grant shook his head as Cutter snorted. But I only grinned wider.
“Yeah. Give a girl a break, all right? I’m tired and injured.” I scrunched up my nose. “And I need to wash myself, like stat. I smell like death warmed over. So what’s the plan?”
“Honestly, we’re still trying to put all the missing pieces together. We have questions, and until I know everything, we’re going to keep you alive since you insist on staying here with us.”
My eyes narrowed suspiciously. “You’re the one who told me he’d keep coming after me.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Why would he come after me?” I snapped, losing patience.
He hesitated, and his gaze went to my arm. The one with the birthmark.
I rolled up my sleeve and stared at it. “It’s an ugly birthmark. It has zero to do with this.”
He sighed heavily. “Actually, it has everything to do with why you’re being hunted.”
I stared at the mark and then ran my fingers over it.How could it have anything to do with what’s going on?
“Why were you asking about me being an orphan?” I asked quietly, not sure if I really wanted to know the answer.
He moved a finger over the birthmark. My body twitched at the caress. A piece of me never wanted his touch to stop.
What the hell is happening to me?
I’d never felt like this around any man before, and this wasn’t the time to be falling for Fergus. Besides, love was a distraction, especially when I didn’t know what was going on.
His fingers caressed my skin as he gazed at me. “This sign represents something from our world.”
My stomach churned. “Am I, like, marked prey or something?”
Fergus laughed gently. “Actually, it’s the other way around.”
My brows furrowed as I glanced at the mark and then back up at him. “You’re supposed to be my prey?” My heart raced. “How in the world would that work? I’m pretty sure you could kill me with one swipe of your giant-ass paw.”
He joggled his head. “Normal people don’t smack bears in the face, Trinity. I think, subconsciously, you know what you are, what you’re supposed to be doing. I think your mind has been trying to tell you, but you’ve probably been fighting it your whole life. Plus you’ve never had someone to guide you.”
I sat up straighter and tried to get ahold of the reality that was quickly slipping from my grip.
What Fergus was implying meant my life was about to turn upside down.
Do I really want to deal with this shit?
