Page 1 of Grumpy Special Ops Bear: Ep. 3
Chapter 1
Trinity
Air rushedagainst my face as I dived from the airplane. It was cold, but it didn’t bother me as I fell through the sky. I laughed and yelled with delight as I soared in the air.
No wolves were up here trying to kill me. No desirable men were turning into killers. Nothing but danger-free air and birds to keep me company. I wanted to stay here forever, to just keep falling and never hit the ground.
But the second I touched down, I knew there’d be pain. That was the last thing I wanted to think about right now.
The past few days had been worse than anything I’d ever been through in my entire life. I was being hunted like nothing more than an animal, and then there was the mystery of why these particular monsters wanted me.
No, I didn’t want my reality.
I wanted my dream to go on forever, but something shifted beside me, and I felt a sudden flood of warmth. The last bits of sleep slipped through my fingers, and I landed back into my injured body.
Still exhausted, I slowly opened my eyelids and nearly jumped out of my skin before I remembered why two grizzly bears and a polar bear were keeping close company beside me.
“Fergus?” I inquired.
The grizzly bear nearest raised its head and grunted quietly. I didn’t think bears could smile, but this one did. His bulk was wrapped around my side, and his massively gigantic head was right beside mine.
Eventually, I hoped, I’d get used to seeing them in this form. Maybe one day.
I quickly figured out that Grant, with his stark-white fur, was the polar bear, and Cutter was the other grizzly. Both weren’t far away, their backs toward me as they faced the surrounding trees. But this clearing was different.
“Did we move campsites?”
Fergus’s furry head bowed in response.
“Guess the wolves were getting too close for comfort.” I grunted, trying to sit up.
Fergus made a low, guttural sound in his throat when I winced in pain.
“I’m fine, promise. Just stiff as hell and need to move a bit.”
Fergus growled, and I felt the rumble go through his chest and down my back. It tickled, so I laughed until he tilted his head at me with confusion in his eyes.
“What? I’m fine but in no shape to do anything crazy.”
Fergus supported my back with his bulk until I was upright, leaning against his hulk of a shoulder. Speaking of shoulders, mine throbbed, and I could feel the stitches in my skin. It freaked me out, but I wasn’t about to admit it to this pack of bears.
Wait, do they even call themselves a pack?
Maybe it’s something else altogether? I probably shouldn’t confuse them with wolves.
Fergus nudged me gently, and I glowered.
“Just thinking about you is all. You know, about what all this shit means…” I trailed off as I stared into his blue eyes and sank deeper and deeper into their mesmerizing depths. His eyes were filled with strength, courage, and…sadness?
I desperately wanted to know what he was thinking and feeling right then. Our kiss had told me he found me attractive, and he was obviously willing to risk his life for me.
But why?
He plunked his head onto my lap. My fingers dug into his soft fur before I stroked him methodically. He huffed deep in his throat, and the sound made my womanhood pulse.
“So do we have a plan, or are we just going to keep hiding out in the woods?” I finally forced myself to ask just to break the building sexual tension between us.
For a moment, I assumed Fergus was going to ignore my question, but then he slowly got up, making sure I could support myself. His enormous form lumbered away, and I heard a gigantic roar that turned into a man’s groan. I couldn’t see anything through the trees, but a moment later, a black-clad Fergus came back to the fire. His whole body was pure rippling muscle, and he had to be at least six three.
