Bear shifter Barry Smithson is going native. Rejected by his boss and crush of five years, Barry’s going back to his hometown. Believing he’ll win over the love of his life with his animal’s ferocious nature, Barry decides to spend some time in the woods.
But Barry is not an outdoorsy kind of bear. He’s obsessive compulsive and terrified of open spaces. Tired and lost, Barry catches wind of a delectable scent, leading him to a human fishing for salmon. Hunger of the carnal kind hits him bone-deep. Once Barry gets a taste, he’ll want more.
Please. I liked that word on his lips. After all of the attitude he’d shown me, who knew Zack was capable of pleading? I understood him a little better now. Not entirely, but enough. When I looked into his eyes, I saw bits of myself reflected there. Both of us had been hurt before. Too wary to trust again––but I could change that.
Grinning, I complied, this time slowing it down. I couldn’t recall the last time I took my time kissing another man. Zack locked his arms around my neck, grinding his body against mine, doing wonders for my hard-on. It annoyed the hell out of me he still had his clothes on. Grabbing a handful of his flannel shirt, I jerked, the sound of tearing fabric startling him.
“W-what are you doing?”
I liked the uncertainty in his voice and the excitement underneath.
“I need to taste you, more of you.”
Zack didn’t fight me. “You better be ready to pay for that shirt.”
“Not a problem.”
The less horny and logical part of me reminded me I still had a bullet in my shoulder. Not silver, but I needed medical attention, to yank out the line still caught in my arm. None of the little aches mattered now. I made a trail of kisses down Zack’s throat. His leaping pulse pushed me to the edge of my sanity. I could bite him right now and tie our souls together, but I’d never take a man against his will.
I shouldn’t be thinking in terms of ‘til death do us part. Zack and I just met, but I had a feeling I would be extending my stay in Ironwood. Leila would be elated. I would be happy. Never mind how impromptu the plan sounded. All my life I’d made careful choices. Debated the pros and cons of every single thing—latte or cappuccino, tell Hamish I loved him or keep quiet.
Seven rocks lay strewn around us, and an equal number of oak trees loomed in the distance. Reckless and acting on impulse hadn’t ever been me, but everything about this moment felt right.
I planted seven kisses down Zack’s chest. At eight, I took his left nipple into my mouth, sucking, loving the way he buckled underneath me. Zack dug his hands into my shoulders, nails sinking into skin, bound to leave marks, but I didn’t care. The bud hardened and I bit down, leaving the perfect imprint of my teeth. Zack groaned, clearly turned on by the pain.
“By the time I’m done with you, everyone will know what you are.”
“What am I?”