Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 140(@200wpm)___ 112(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
The orgasm surging through me comes to an abrupt halt as I’m thrown under the cool lake. I kick my feet and swim back up, laughing as I look around for Ethan.
His head pops up and there’s pure panic on his face as he looks around for me. When he sees that I’m safe and laughing my ass off, he starts laughing too.
The boat is tipped over and we’re still giggling as we grab it and pull it back to shore.
God, this day…
Besides being nearly set on fire, it’s been the most perfect day ever.
Chapter Eight
Ethan
Chloe says something to me but I can’t hear over the vicious snarling in my ears.
Claim her! CLAIM her!
My bear is out of control as he makes another wild and reckless dash to get out. Fucking stop it! I scream at him as I fight back his savage assault. He slips right to the surface and fights to claw his way out, hacking and shredding with all of his might to pull me back in so he can claim what’s ours.
He was calm all dinner, but he’s done giving me time to do it my way. The impatient fucker wants to do it his way, which I guess means marking her himself. I’ll throw us both off a cliff before I let that fucking happen.
Get. The. Fuck. Back. Down! I scream at the nasty fuck.
He snaps in my ear and growls as he fights me some more.
It was going so well. I had made my specialty—honey garlic jumbo shrimps with steamed vegetables—and Chloe and I were falling in love over the nice music, the sweet wine, and the delicious food.
My grizzly’s pissed that I didn’t clear the table with my arm, throw her down on it, and fuck her brains out, and he’s making it known.
I was in the kitchen, trying to do the dishes while Chloe cleared the table when he started in on me. I don’t want her to see me like this. I’m trying to get him under control, but I’m struggling. He’s never been like this before. It feels like his feral and primal strength has increased threefold since our mate walked into our lives.
Mark her! He hisses at me as he makes another charge. This time he nearly slips through, and I just manage to catch him in time, flexing my muscles so tight they’re on the verge of ripping as I grit my teeth and push him back down with everything I have. We’re in mid-phase. I feel the searing of my muscles growing, the tearing of skin along my spine, the dull throbbing ache as my canines extend.
I’m breathing heavily and letting out grunts as I fight him. The force slams me into the cupboards and I drop the plate in my hand. It shatters on the floor, but I don’t hear anything over the brutal roaring in my ears.
He sulks back down for a second, and I try to catch my breath, knowing that this is far from over.
“Are you okay?” It’s Chloe’s voice, but it seems far away. “Ethan?” Through the fog in my head it sounds like I’m underwater as she calls to me.
She looks shocked—almost frightened—as she comes into the kitchen and sees me.
And I don’t blame her. I must look like a monster.
The slick guy from dinner with the nice clothes and soft words is gone.
I’m leaning against the broken cupboard door, breathing like the devil’s in me, and covered in sweat. My shirt is shredded from where my bear almost got out as he stretched my muscles twice their size. My hair is a mess over my wild feral eyes and I’m not sure if my teeth have gone back in by the way her eyes flash with panic when she looks at my mouth.
You stupid fuck…
I’m not sure if I’m talking to myself or to my bear. My bear for being so goddamn stubborn and ruining it all, or myself for thinking this would ever work. What made you think that Chloe would ever want to be with a monster like you?
My shoulders hunch over in shame and I turn away from the goddess standing in front of me. I don’t deserve to look at her.
“I need a minute,” I grunt as I head for the sliding doors. The broken plate cracks under my feet as I hurry outside where I can get some cover from the dark night sky.
I don’t want her to see me like this. I liked how she was looking at me over dinner, with soft eyes full of interest and excitement. The look in her sweet blue eyes now… fuck, I ruined everything.
My bear snarls and starts pacing once again now that there’s a wall between us and our mate. He doesn’t like that I’m not with her. That possessive motherfucker doesn’t know or doesn’t care that he just ruined everything. He wants me to claim her over the broken plate on the kitchen floor.