BEARly Mated to the Grizzly (Bear Clan 2)

Oh, I’ll make her satisfied.

“And I don’t ever chase after women, certainly not when I’m in my bear form.” I offered her a smile, but she kept a stoic expression. “And I don’t go trying to break into people’s homes.”

“Oh, so I’m the lucky one?” There was sarcasm laced in her voice, and I realized it turned me on like nothing else ever had. “The owner of this place is going to be pissed about that door, just to let you know.?

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“I know Kurt and his wife. They’ll be fine as long as I fix it.” And I will, not just because it’s my responsibility, but because it’ll have me closer to you. “And I’d only ever act that way for one reason.”

“Yeah?” She moved her crossed arms a little higher under her breasts, popping up those twin mounds a little above her shirt so her cleavage peeked out from the V-neck collar. “And what reason is that?”

A moment of silence passed between us.

“I’d only ever act like this when I’ve found my mate.”

Chapter Five

Allison

I had no idea why I’d brought him into the cabin. Maybe it was guilt for the fact I’d stabbed him, even if he had been chasing me and I had been defending myself. He was a shifter, so he healed faster than the average human.

I looked over my shoulder at him sitting at the dining room table, and I felt this need consume me. His words played over in my head on repeat, a continuous loop that made me feel flushed and aroused, confused and excited.

“I’d only ever act like that when I’ve found my mate.”

I took a deep breath in and exhaled slowly.

Is this for real? Mated to a shifter?

What were the chances that I’d come up here for some relaxation, not even be here a full day, and found the man I was fated to be with?

I faced forward and dug around in the cabinets for a first aid kit. I hadn’t brought anything with me that would tend to his wound, but surely there had to be something in here from the owners.

I pushed a couple paper towel rolls out of the way, moved a few cans of corn to the side, and found a little red box with that white cross on the front that told me what I’d find inside.

When I pulled it out from the cupboard, it was covered in dust, probably hadn’t ever been used, but it was all I had so all he would get. I walked back over to the table and sat down in front of him, opening up the lid and seeing what I had to work with. I found a couple squares of gauze, a little container of saline, and some triple antibiotic ointment.

“This has to be expired,” I said to myself as I looked at the ointment.

“I don’t need it. Just slap on a bandage to stop the bleeding. It’ll be nearly healed by morning anyway.”

I glanced up at him, very aware of how close I actually was to him. His blond hair was on the longer side, a little on the wild side, but I had to assume that was because of the whole shifting experience. His eyes were blue, a bright azure color that had my pulse racing just a bit more. And his beard, a trimmed, yet thick blond one, made me think of some pretty dirty and explicit things, such as how it would feel between my thighs.

I felt my face get hot and inwardly cursed, quickly looking away and pretending to be fully interested in the contents of the first aid kit. I needed to control myself. But there was something about this man, this stranger, that had me being pulled toward him. The fact I couldn’t explain it or control it pissed me off.

And then I heard him inhale and I closed my eyes because my embarrassment went up another notch.

He can smell my arousal because he’s a shifter.

Well shit.

I didn’t want to look at him again because I knew he’d be able to see my reaction, which I felt stupid for worrying about because it was clear he already knew. But I found myself looking at his hand, which rested on the table. He was tattooed, covered in dark, swirling ink. He was like a masterpiece, not just because of those designs, but because of the whole package.

Although he had a blanket wrapped around his waist, one I’d tossed to him as soon as he’d stepped through my door, I could clearly see the hard, huge outline of his erection right under it.

I let my gaze travel up his abdomen, one that was hard and tight, with ridges and hills of muscles, a sight that had my panties soaked and my nipples hard. I knew I was so far gone in my arousal I was all but moaning out loud.

Cleaning my throat, I tried to get back to the task at hand.