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The car parked and the drivers door rose up. Out stepped Gaige in all his manly glory. He wore a navy suit with a light blue button up underneath. The fabric was fitting to him but still looked like it was going to burst at the seems from the muscle underneath. He grinned at me his amber eyes seeming to light up when he saw me.

  It was such a weird feeling.

  Holy shit. And that’s when I made the connection. Amber eyes... this guy

  could be a shifter.

  How did I not see it before? Even in the way he carried himself, with closer inspection, it did look like there was an animal underneath his skin. Even his gait suggested something more powerful laid dormant just under the surface.

  But a shifter with money? I haven’t heard that one.

  I felt a sudden pang of nerves, whether from fear of a shifter or interest in a shifter, I couldn’t quite tell yet. Shifters weren’t as elusive as vamps, but they definitely weren’t well known. Their habits weren’t completely understood either, and it was just recently discovered that shifters could come in a variety of species.

  But Gaige didn’t seem like some primal animal to me. I could give him the

  benefit of the doubt.

  It didn’t hurt that Gaige was absolutely scorching hot. He just looked like he had a huge package, and judging by the bulge I caught in my glance, I wasn’t too far off the mark. I had no idea what had gotten into me lately, but I was beginning to see men in a completely different light. I felt a yearning beginning to grow in my core. It was almost like the air we breathed was filled with the chemistry between us, making me grow even more hot and more bothered.

  “Ready?” he asked, walking around the car and opening the door for me. I smiled and thanked him as I sat down. The bucket seats were a luxurious black leather and still gave off the new car smell, which made the Lamborghini seem even more exceptional. It just oozed money, from the accents on the dashboard to the lighting.

  I grew up in a middle-of-nowhere town with only one movie theatre and two bowling alleys for entertainment. No mall, no parks, no museums. We were all poor and knew nothing else. Never in a million years would I have imagined myself clicking on a seatbelt inside of a Lamborghini.

  “Thanks for the ride,” I said as he got in the driver’s seat.

  “Don’t worry about it. Picked it up from the shop and needed to get it cleaned anyway.”

  Oh, so he did get it fixed. Thank God.

  “So where are we headed?” I asked, wanting to get away from the topic of cars and repairs and the accident that I had embarrassingly caused.

  “It’s a dive bar I’ve been going to for a while now. Black Bird. Nothing too fancy.” He turned the car on, the roar of the engine filling my ears and making me jump a bit.

  “I’ll save the helicopter rides for the second date.”

  I laughed, not sure if he was being serious. “Oh, so you’re that type of guy then?”

  “The type for a helicopter date or the type for a second date?”

  I bit my bottom lip. “Let’s go with the first one for now.”

  “Yeah, why not? But I’m sure that it wouldn’t be the only way I would take you to new heights,” he slowed at a red light.

  “What if I’m scared of heights?” I asked, taking on a flirty tone. It must have been the hormones that were suddenly causing me to feel bolder than I normally was.

  “I’ll guide you every step of the way,” he raced past a yellow, “make sure each moment surpasses the last.”

  His voice dropped a note, sounding deeper, gruffer, more powerful. I was

  reminded of my hypothesis from earlier. I was potentially being driven into the sketchier parts of Miami by someone who could transform into an animal at any second.

  And I still squeezed my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the pressure that was building in my pussy. The yearning that was making every subtle movement on the chair leave a lasting tingle.

  I can’t believe I’m ready to hump this chair. What the hell’s gotten into me?!

  CHAPTER NINE

  GAIGE

  I could smell how horny she was. It filled the inside of my Lamborghini like a strong, sweet perfume. The scent created a trail that led straight to the spot between her thighs. It was a sweetness emanating from her pussy that was driving me absolutely fucking wild.

  From the moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was mine. I needed to mate her. The bear inside of me needed to fuck her. Everything else didn’t matter anymore. It was all about her. The girl that stepped out of that car and imprinted on me. It was more than just a flimsy physical attraction most humans get—lust in other words. No, this was different. What shifters felt was almost chemical, something irrefutable. A reaction that eclipsed everything else in its path.

  It was an immense sense of confidence in knowing that you found the right one. The piece that fit into that fucked up puzzle of your life.

  Kimberly Nolan was that puzzle piece that fit, no fucking doubt about it.

  And naturally, she made me incredibly horny. My cock was pushing up against my jeans with a need to erupt. It was difficult to control, especially considering the bear just underneath my skin that was roaring to have her, and so I clenched my grip around the steering wheel and stared straight ahead.

  Her scent was already enough.

  “So, Gaige, I guess we should start somewhere... Where are you from?” she asked. I could see her at the side of my vision, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear.

  Good, something else I can focus on.

  “I’m originally from a small town in Illinois. Mount Prospect if you’ve ever heard of it.”

  She made a hmm sound. “Nope, don’t think I have. Sounds like a pretty bad ass place to live though. Mount Prospect. I imagine like a smaller Mount Olympus.”

  I laughed at how off she was in her vision. “Not exactly,” I said, “there were no regal thrones or anything like that. Just tons of parks, trails, campsites. My parents loved being so close to all the nature.”

  I could hear her heartbeat pick up a tick. “Oh, really?”

  I knew what had to come next. There was just no point in prolonging her questions and curiosity.

  “I’m a shifter.”

  I could hear a small, sharp intake of breath even though her composure remained calm. “I sort of had a suspicion.” She said, her voice sounding a little uneven.

  “What uhm, species?” She said ‘species’ like she wasn’t sure it was the right terminology.

  “Werebears.”

  “Oh,” she said, almost sounding... pleasantly surprised? “I’m sure you have a ton of questions,” I said.

  She let out a deep laugh. “Oh, more than that.”

  “Good thing we’ve got some time to ourselves tonight.”

  My cock throbbed in my jeans, reminding me how much I wanted to be buried inside of her. And, what made it even more difficult was how much stronger her scent got after I told her I was a werebear. It was like a button had been pressed, making her honeysuckle scent engulf me. I could almost hear how wet she was.

  “Yeah,” she said, “good thing.”

  We rolled to a stop under a red light. The night was dark, the streets lit by bright orange street lamps that shone down on neon lights buzzing on top of seedy bars. A few people took inquisitive glances at my Lamborghini, undoubtedly looking out of place in the less traveled parts of Miami.

  I looked over to Kimberly, her eyes locking with mine. Neither of us needed to say a word. It was like our lips were being pulled by massive magnets. A natural force unable to break from its course. My hand came up to her face, practically encompassing her whole head in the size of my massive hand. She leaned in and tilted her face as her silky soft lips brushed against mine, my beard scratching against her skin.

  Another throb from my cock. A moan from Kimberly’s mouth into mine. Her hand running across the back of my head. The bear inside of me aching to be buried inside of her.

  The light turned green. I bro
ke the kiss and pushed down on the gas, accelerating under the green light and pushing us both into our seats.

  “Oh,” Kimberly said as I sped.

  I passed a brightly lit supermarket and pulled into the residential street just

  behind it. No lights were on as I parked just underneath a tall palm tree.

  “This doesn’t look like the club.”

  “Come here,” I reached for her head and pulled her in. I heard her gasp turn into a moan as our tongues slid against the others. I consumed her, biting at her top lip, my hand entwining in her silky soft hair and tugging. Her hands moved down to rub the outside of my throbbing erection. Pre-come seeped through the dark fabric of my jeans, coloring them darker as her hand pushed down. It sent waves of pleasure coursing through me. I thrust my hips upward, rubbing the rock hard bulge into the palm of her small hand.

  “You’re so fucking hot,” I growled as I broke for air. My hands let go of her hair and traveled down her back, her curves making my cock almost painfully hard. I slid a hand across her front and took her breast in my hand, massaging her, kneading her and feeling her nipple poke against my palm through the thin white material of her dress.

  “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she said breathless, almost to herself. She grabbed my head and brought me in for another kiss. I could feel her fingers move to my zipper and pull it down. She slipped them under the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down, the fabric getting hitched on my cock. After another try, she was able to pull my briefs down and release my rock-hard dick. The head was slick with pre-come as it throbbed in the air, aching to be licked.

  “Fuck,” I growled into her mouth as her grip tightened around my shaft. I looked down and got even more turned on by seeing how huge my cock looked in her small hand. She couldn’t even wrap her fingers around the full size of me.

  “Jesus,” she said, following my line of sight.

  I looked up from my leaking cock to the outside.

  “Stay here,” I opened the lock to the car and opened the door. “Wait what?!”

  I walked around the car, my jeans at my thighs as I opened her door. “Suck me off.”

  She looked around, her eyes wide.

  “Look at me.”

  She turned her head up towards me and locked eyes. Her tongue traced the lines of her lip as she leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock. Her tongue curled up around the drop of pre-come glistening at the tip. She brought both her hands up and circled my shaft as she opened her lips and took more of me into her warm, wet mouth.

  “Fuck,” I said, more in a primal roar than actual words.

  CHAPTER TEN

  KIMBERLY

  Oh my god. Oh my god. I’m going to get caught.

  I leaned forward and lapped at his pre-come. It tasted salty on my tongue.

  Someone is going to see us.

  My hands wrapped around his massive girth, feeling it warm and hard in my grip.

  Fuck it.

  Holding him in my hands, tasting him on my lips, it was all enough to push aside any fear of getting caught. I just wanted Gaige and I wanted him hard. My pussy was soaked with how wet he made me. I was getting scared that I would ruin his leather seats.

  “Fuck,” he said. Or at least, I think that’s what he said. It came out more like a roar that vibrated straight through my body and reminded me just what I was dealing with. It made my heart face faster, but it also made me involuntarily gyrate my hips in the chair, trying to get some pressure on my wet mound.

  I tried taking more of his cock into my mouth, but he was by far the biggest man I had ever seen. I cupped at his tight balls, loving the warmth in my hands, as I licked his shift from the tip of the engorged tip to the base, his musky scent filling me with a desire I had never experienced before.

  “Come outside,” he said, almost commanded.

  If my heart wasn’t racing before, it was at an Indy 500 now.

  I looked up at him, his amber eyes filled with passion as my own pussy throbbed with a yearning. I took a breath and stepped out of the car into the warm night air. I stood on tippy toes as he kissed me, parting my mouth open with his powerful tongue. His hands groped my ass, pushing my body up onto his throbbing erection. It pulsed between us as I pushed harder into him, loving the feeling of his manhood on my belly.

  His hand found its way to my front and went under my dress to rub against my soaking wet panties. He pushed the wet lace aside and traced the center of my slick lips. They parted with ease for his touch as a bolt of electricity shot

  through me. His fingers were thick as they spread my lips and teased at my tight hole. I gasped as he threatened to enter me but pulled out the last second to rub his thumb along my engorged clit.

  “Oh god,” I said into the air, forgetting that I was being rubbed by a werebear in a public street.

  Fuck, if it wasn’t for my rule I would fuck him right here and now.

  But I couldn’t, and I had to let him know.

  “God,” I said in a breathless groan as he played with my clit. “I just want to lay it out now,” I heaved with another rack of pleasure. “I don’t fuck on the first date.”

  I realized how crazy that sounded, but it was just something I stuck by, even if I was being exposed outside on a residential street that was bound to have people at home by a man I barely knew.

  Jesus, what the hell has gotten into me?

  “I can wait,” he growled. I heard an echo of the torture I was laying on him, and was reminded by it with the way his cock throbbed between us. I wanted him to be buried inside of me just as much as he did, but there were things that I stood by.

  “Will you let me taste you?”

  “I, uh,—” couldn’t find any words. He slipped a thick finger inside of me and literally took my breath away. “Yes,” I moaned.

  He pulled his finger out of my tight pussy and grabbed me by my hips and shifted me over so my back was to the hood of his car. He lifted me up with ease—which wasn’t the easiest feat to pull—and sat me right on the hood.

  By this point, I was soaking wet. I just had to feel myself, my hand following my curves and cupping at my mound. I was surprised at how plump my lips were. I spread them apart as Gaige fell to his knees and dove straight for my pussy. His warm breath encompassed me as his tongue lapped at my center with my panties pushed aside.

  “Oh fuck, fuck.” I tightened my grip around the back of Gaige’s hair. He was eating me like I was his last meal, flicking at my clit before sucking on my whole pussy. He ran another finger across my slit and pushed inside.

  “Oh god,” I moaned into the air.

  “Shh,” he reminded me, grinning up at me with his lips around my throbbing clit.

  The scene was enough to send me straight over the edge. His finger probed me as my walls tightened around him, an orgasm cascading through me like a tsunami. My muscles immediately convulsed with the intense pleasure, my

  thighs shaking like jello around Gaige’s head.

  “Fuck, you’re going to make me come,” he growled in-between my thighs. He got up, a hand already around his massive cock, and aimed it straight at my belly. I saw his eyes flash an intense amber as he threw his head back with a roar loud enough to make a dog bark from someone’s front yard.

  I lifted my dress and exposed my pale belly. My body was flooded with endorphins as he emptied his balls on me, the thick ropes of come falling with a splat on my exposed body. It was a rush that made my pussy quiver even harder, my walls convulsing with another incredible orgasm.

  “Oh my god,” I said, breathless and shocked by what had just happened.

  “Fuck,” he said in a gravelly voice. He put both of his strong arms on each side of me and leaned down for a kiss, his tongue tracing the inside of my upper lip. He ended it with another bite, sending a sharp sensation of pleasure.

  “Shit, I hear someone.” He leaned back, looking down the road. Sure enough, a couple seemed to be walking straight towards us with the
ir labrador by their side.

  “Oh fuck,” I said and laughed. I didn’t know what else to do as he pushed off the hood and hurried to pick up his pants from his ankles. I scooted off the Lamborghini and let my dress fall back on me, feeling Gaige’s sticky load underneath the fabric.

  My heart was racing with fear and yet my nipples were as hard as diamonds.

  What was this guy doing to me?

  Gaige ran over to the driver’s side of the car and got into the seat. He looked at me for a passionate second before we both burst out into laughs. It came from the ecstasy of the incredible orgasms mixed with the thrill of almost getting caught. And not to mention, this was all happening to me on the hood of a Lamborghini that belong to a billionaire werebear.

  What other option did I have other than to laugh?

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  GAIGE

  The bar was dark, with a loud track from the 90s blaring over the conversations going on. It was a small place, fitting only about fifty people. Beers and liquor lined the wall behind the bar on shelves that seemed to be made out of huge branches. We walked in and I could immediately smell fourteen shifters in the bar, all huddled together by a table in the far corner. I made a mental note to keep part of my attention tuned to that group. I never could trust other shifters, especially the ones who preferred to roam in packs. Werebears liked their space and rarely joined up in groups of more than five, unless they were family. Other than that, we didn’t act like the wolves or the lions, who all found strength in numbers.

  “I feel like I’m in some underground rocker bar,” Kim commented under her breath as we took two spots by the bar. “It’s kind of hot.”

  “You know what’s hot,” I said while trying to get the bartender's attention. “The fact that I could still smell you in the air.”

  “Oh my god, you can?” she asked, sounding embarrassed.

  “Don’t worry, not in a bad way. It’s just giving me the urge to bend you over the bar right now and fuck you.”