Free PrimalFlavor by Danica Avet

finished basting herself with the moisturizer and
then her favorite lotion, she grabbed her brush and strolled out of the
bathroom and down the hallway. The house was silent. A welcome change from the
way it’d nearly rocked off its pilings earlier. Colette bit back a groan as she
flopped on her sofa to brush her hair. Her dad and uncles had called a powwow
at her place to discuss the game warden and the baker. She smirked. It sounded
like some kind of weird book title, but her smile soon faded because both men
were bad news. Just in very different ways.
    She pushed thoughts of Zach from her mind, concentrating on
a stubborn tangle as she pondered the newest trouble in Pointe-Aux-Chat Parish.
The game warden was the bigger threat. There had been pointed interest in the
way he watched her and her family, a calculating speculation in his gaze that
had nothing to do with suspicions of illegal hunting. With the Schumacher
brothers at his side, it just gave her the frissons . And not the kind of frissons she felt when she thought of a certain sexy tiger shifter.
    “Dammit.”
    She bounded off the sofa, the brush falling to the floor as
she hurried to her eat-in kitchen and the pitcher of ice-cold water she kept in
her fridge. Her water bill was going to be outrageous this month from the
number of hot, and cold, showers she’d taken and the gallons and gallons of
cold water she’d consumed in the hopes it would douse the fire in her blood. It
never worked. She suspected the only thing that would cool her off would be
having a certain man between her thighs. Pounding away at her with that big
dick. Her pussy gave a slow, hard clench at the thought. It didn’t matter what
she did, or didn’t do, her mind always circled back to Zach and how he made her
feel.
    Colette hefted the pitcher out of the fridge with a groan.
She should pour it over her head and be done with it. A couple of droplets hit
the tops of her feet and she shivered, some of the desire fading. No, that was
okay. She wasn’t couillon enough to douse herself with ice like one of
those polar bear club swimmers. She reached for one of her insulated mugs when
she heard a low snarl.
    The heat between her legs was forgotten at the dangerous
threat in the sound. She carefully placed the pitcher on the counter and crept
across the house to the front door, not wanting to alert the animal making all
the noise. It wouldn’t be the first time a cougar had found its way to her
house, or one of the natural black bears that roamed the woods and swamps, and come
looking for something to eat. But it didn’t mean she wanted any of them rooting
through her trash, tearing shit up.
    Colette grabbed the BB gun she kept next to the door. She
had no intention of killing anything that might be scavenging for food, but she
sure as hell could make its ass hurt. She opened the door, giving silent thanks
to her brother Anton who was nearly obsessive-compulsive when it came to
squeaking doors. He’d gone after every hinge in her house earlier that evening
with a can of lubricant, spraying and spraying until they all opened without a
sound. She did a quick check left and right to make sure the animal wasn’t on
her porch. As she suspected, it was all clear.
    Carefully, using the stealth she’d honed after years of
hunting, she eased down the first few steps leading to her carport. The
snarling was much clearer now, but as she crept down the stairs, BB gun at the
ready, she realized it wasn’t one animal down there, but at least two. Her
heart pounded and her palms grew damp as she prayed two bears weren’t about to
start fighting. That would require more than the BB gun.
    She approached the carport level of her house and her mouth
dried. The snarls were interspersed with growls and what sounded like
scrambling claws. Fuck, they were fighting. She paused a moment, trying to
decide if she should just head back up and get a bigger gun. Then something
reddish brown rolled across her line of