My bear rumbles inside me as I stare at her, completely stunned. My brain short-circuits. It breaks as Zeus keeps walking forward lazily, unaware that the man on his back will never be the same after this moment.
I squeeze the reins until my knuckles burn. My jaw is hanging open. My eyes unblinking.
That’s her.
That’s the girl I’ve been waiting for, longing for. That’s my mate.
It’s so obvious, yet I can’t seem to fully grasp it.
“It can’t be,” I whisper. But I know that it is. Even my bear knows. He’s pacing around, whimpering like he’s expecting a treat.
My whole body comes alive, humming like a jolt of lightning as I watch her. She’s gorgeous. Utterly captivating and alluring beyond belief.
She’s wearing a summer dress that hugs her big hips and then flares out at the bottom, and a tight jean jacket over it. I swallow hard as I study her face. Somehow it already looks familiar. I know I haven’t seen her before—I would have remembered that—but it’s like my soul has already seen her. Like the stirring in my core is already intimately familiar with her.
“Let’s go, Zeus,” I say as I slap his ass once again. “Let’s see if you can run even faster than before.”
He bolts forward and starts pounding his hooves into the ground as we rush toward her. My pulse is racing. My body is trembling with excitement. It’s her. It’s actually her.
Her warm sweet scent travels on the wind and hits my nose. I nearly buckle over when I feel it burning down my throat and lighting my lungs on fire. She smells so good. She smells like home.
“Faster,” I shout as Zeus flies over the hill toward her. He passes Adrian’s cabin and then Julian’s.
Her face comes into better focus and my cock hardens when I see her light blue eyes and soft plump lips. Her cheeks are nice and round with a fullness that I love.
She sweeps back her hair as she closes the car door and my bear groans in need when we see the spot that is destined for our mark. I need her so badly. In every way.
I want to pierce that soft flesh under her ear with my canines to make her mine. I want to taste her sweet mouth and claim her wet pussy. I want it all.
And I want it now.Chapter ThreeBrooklyn“Oh my God!” I gasp as a man on a huge black horse comes charging at me. I hold back a scream as I jump back, expecting to be run over but he pulls back on the reins, stopping a couple of yards from me. Gravel hits my shins and I can feel the horse’s hot breath huffing in the air between us as he stares at me with his jaw hanging open.
A tingle creeps along every inch of my skin as my core clenches. The way he’s looking at me with those dark brown eyes… it’s… it’s hypnotizing. It’s mesmerizing.
I start to shift my weight from foot to foot, feeling flustered all over. My heart is doing a breakdance routine in my chest as I start to feel dizzy.
This man is so imposing. He looks so mighty and robust with the way he’s sitting on that big horse, his shoulders wide, his massive chest billowing in and out with every heavy breath he takes as he stares down at me.
I can feel the confident alpha masculinity radiating off him. It sends a flush of heat surging to my cheeks and between my legs. I squeeze my thighs together, wondering who this man is.
He seems to catch himself from his daze and he swings his big muscular leg over the horse’s head and drops down to his feet.
I swallow hard as I see the full impressive towering size of him. He’s at least a head taller than me and although I’m not lacking in the curve department, he’s wider than me by a lot.
It’s all thick hard muscle under that tight black t-shirt and worn jeans. He’s wearing cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat. I’m originally a city girl and not normally into the whole cowboy scene, but with this gorgeous man… I’m ready to grab a lasso and snag him with it.
“Who are you?” he asks in a deep breathless tone as he steps forward.
His proximity is doing funny things to my brain. He’s making me dizzy, he’s making me speechless. I clear my throat and look up at him, hoping I can still talk.
“I’m looking for a job.”
“A job?” he says with a tilt of his head.
God, his eyes don’t look real. They’re dark brown but shining at the same time. His hat is low, covering his forehead and just high enough that I can see his dark eyebrows. The rest of his face is all sharp angles that the leading men in Hollywood would kill to have. His skin is tanned with some dark stubble on his face, accentuating his rough masculine jaw even more.