Page 5 of Coveted By The Bear

Chapter Three-Miles

The repair shop was farther away than I remembered, but that wasn’t why I stood barely inside the dimly lit garage. Thunder and lightning filled the sky, but I paid it no mind.

Something had my full attention, or rather, someone did.

“Let’s see. Sweet or salty,” the moonlit goddess murmured as she bent over, sticking her plump ass out towards me.

Grrrr.

Mixed in with the scent of motor oil and industrial cleaner was something soft and sensual.

“Sweet,” I growled, because she was. Like honey crisp apples ripe from the tree.

“SWEET GEEZUS FUCK!” The woman yelped, spinning around so quickly she slid on a patch of oil staining the floor.

I was in front of her in an instant, ignoring the crash of my motorcycle as it hit the concrete. No way was I letting her hit that hard floor because I was stupid enough to scare her.

Shit.

I cradled her soft body against mine, and her delicious fragrance wrapped around me like a boa constrictor. It brought parts of me to life I thought were long dead.

Particularly my cock.

“I’m hope,” she whispered, and I swayed on my feet.

But no, that was wrong.

She wasn’t some idea. Some intangible sentiment.

This female was real.

Alive.

One hundred percent flesh and blood.

Sniff.

She was human. I sniffed again, and fuck me, I was right the first time.

She really was a normal.

A fucking normal?

Gods be damned! It couldn’t be. The Fates couldn’t be this fucking cruel.

Mate, my Bear snarled.

Fuck.

My inner Grizzly snarled and clawed at my skin. Apparently, my fucked up beast didn’t give a flying fuck if she was human.

“You’re mine.”

Desire detonated inside my blood like a bomb going off, tearing down the walls and blockades I’d placed around my stone heart.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins, and my chest squeezed, making it hard to breathe. The more I tried, the more I sucked in the flavors of her, and the headier my intoxication got.

Fuck.

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