Free Red's Bear (Erotic Shifter Fairy Tales) by Yvette Hines Page A

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perspiration was running under one breast and her bare thighs beneath her terry
cloth robe were slick.
    One taste . A voice called out from inside of
her, seeming both a part of her and separate at the same time.
    “I shouldn’t.” Rena argued, feeling as if she were
losing her mind. Lifting a hand, she caressed the cool glass trapping the honey
from her fingers.
    One taste .
    I have to get out of here. Rena felt as if her feet were
rooted to the floor as she fought against her indecision.
    ~YH~
    It wasn’t the smell of fried eggs, or the warm fragrant
scent of steamed wheat that bombarded his senses when he entered Genma’s home.
After spending the last two hours pulling up the summer flowers and preparing
the soil for the winter buds he would plant, he’d come inside for the
instructions Genma said she would leave for him.
    He had not gotten more than two steps past the back
door before he picked up on it, honeyed asters. Stronger than the light trace
he’d detected last night by the lake, it was now heavy and saturating the air.
    His bear, who was normally subdued during the day,
reared up inside of him and propelled Cord to action.
    Hunt. Claim .
    Cord’s vision became narrowed. Everything around him
was painted in a golden hue. His body became tight, as each hair on his arms
and the back of his neck rose. Need burned through his body, setting his blood
on fire.
    Moving on nothing but animal instinct to locate the
source of the scent, he turned right down the short hall. The only thing before
him was the door leading to Genma’s pantry. However, before he could enter it,
he was struck hard by something against his chest.
    Not something, but someone. Her.
    He didn’t even have time to make out her blurred form
as she’d come running out of the pantry as if she was being stalked by
something. Then she was in his arms.
    His mind shut off and his body responded. No time to
weigh the right and wrong of it, he pulled her to him and lowered his mouth to
hers.
    Cupping her face, he held her against him. Not giving
her any space to deny him what he wanted. Her. Not a request. No permission.
Like some Roman gladiator, he was willing to conquer anything that stood in the
way of his kissing her. His woman.
    His bear knew it from a whiff of her scent.
    Cord knew it from the moment he tasted her.
    If she would have fought against him, he would not have
been shocked. However, she didn’t. She gave back to him all the fierce passion
that he showed her.
    They bumped up against something. He wasn’t even aware
he’d moved forward. Pressing closer, he sandwiched her between himself and the
structure. The taste of her mouth was sweet and hot, like warm honey. He
couldn’t get enough.
    She buried her hands in his hair, pulling the cool
strands out of the band that held it back while he worked. He didn’t care. He
wanted to make a mess of her as well.
    He had to assure himself that she wasn’t a mirage. That
he wasn’t dreaming and she wasn’t a figment of his imagination, again. His
mouth left hers and trailed down her chin, tasting her scent. The savory flavor
of her skin and the smell of her heat was a cornucopia of pleasures to his
senses.
    She sighed.
    Pulling open her robe, he touched her. The delicate
curve of her waist was softer than silk against his fingertips. She was real.
    His cock was hard, swollen with the demand to be
sheathed inside of her and to claim her, marking her as his forever. His bear
rejoiced, and a low growl broke forth from his lips as he licked the upper
swell of her breast.
    She placed her hand against his chest, her fingers
flexed and dug into his pec.
    “I need you… Let me in. Don’t deny us.” Snatching her
robe wider and off her shoulder, he glided his tongue lower ready to suckle the
tight twin peaks.
    “What was—wait—stop!” She shoved him.
    He felt the stinging slap on his cheek. The impact
barely turned his head. His mind was a fog of lust, but her resistance and
assault