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

was a wind of sanity clearing the haze. Dropping his hands from her, he
stepped back. He didn’t want to, and every foot of space that he created
between the two of them was painful, a stab in the gut.
    Bumping against the wall a short distance across from
the pantry, he dragged in several breaths, filling his lungs. The madness of
lust was slow to clear as he took in the beautiful black female before him.
Slender with sienna-kissed skin, the color of Native American clay. She had a
narrow waist but hips so full he could imagine holding them firmly as he
pounded his cock deep inside of her. His dick twitched in approval.
    Noticing his gaze along her body, the female before him
yanked the sides of her robe together, shutting him off from the tantalizing
view. He clenched his fist to keep from reaching out and ripping the robe away
from her body and shredding it.
    “Who are you?” There was a tremor to her voice, but it
still maintained a sultry huskiness.
    Her words pulled his gaze to her face and he was struck
by a bolt of lightning. She had the face of one of the Great Spirit’s angels.
He took in the oval shape, with her broad nose, wide lips so plump he could
kiss them for hours. Her eyes were hazel with a hint of gold sparkling in their
depth. A Were-bear, but not.
    “Did you hear me? Explain yourself. What kind of person
comes into someone’s house and accosts them? Not a sane one that’s for sure.”
She folded her arms over her breasts and eyed him.
    It was her unique hazel eyes that clued him in to who
she was, after all these years. “It’s you.”
    She frowned. “What? Of course I’m me. The question was,
who the hell are you?”
    “You don’t remember? Remember me?” He banged his head
back against the wooden wall.
    Staring at him, she allowed her gaze to travel along
his body from head to toe. Her perusal was causing the heat that had lowered to
a simmer to spike again.
    He stifled a growl.
    Evidently, not enough, he thought as he watched her
head lift sharply.
    Tilting her head, she looked into his face. “What’s
wrong with your eyes?” She sounded breathless, as she said, “They’re gold.”
    Better to see your lust with, my
dear.
    He pushed the bold words away and considered the female
before him. Not as unaffected by him as she was trying to make him believe.
However, he hadn’t been convinced anyway, not only from the passion in her kiss
earlier, but by the scent of her arousal that was still teasing him from the
three-foot distance.
    Lowering his head, he closed his eyes and took a deep
breath. He inhaled two more times, trying to think calming thoughts instead of
the female before him. Once he felt a little more at ease and less like he
wanted to pounce across the floor at her, he opened his eyes.
    When the pucker in her brows deepened, showing
confusion in her features, it was a declaration that his eyes had returned to
black. Instead of answering her last question, he said, “I’m Cord. Cord Bjorn,
Rena.”
    The lids around her hazel eyes stretched wide with
shock. “How do you know my name? Did my grandmother tell you I was here?”
    “I have never forgotten a thing about the last time I
saw you. Or you.” He confessed. It was the truth. Over the years his memory of
her had begun to fade, but not how he felt about her. Not about the experience
of the first time his eyes had shifted to gold. It had been when he kissed her.
    They had been so young then. She had blossomed from the
girl she was into a real beauty.
    “You don’t recall.”
    Pushing off the wall, she moved into the kitchen.
Standing by the sink she kept her back to him. “I’d only come for a week or two
in the summer and it’s been too many years since the last time I was here. How
could I remember?”
    Hearing those words was like a weight crushing on his
heart. However, he wouldn’t give up, not this time. She was his.
    Now that the heat had cleared his mind, some, he was
able to have more lucid thoughts.