Free Taming the Bear Collection by Jessica Ryan

off, panting and declaring themselves the man or the wolf or whatever they were. Once she'd put a mirror next to her bed but she'd quickly gotten rid of it after she caught a guy staring at his reflection while taking her from behind. What the actual fuck? Were most guys really that full of themselves?
           Beorn didn't seem that way; he wasn't full of himself at all, from what she could tell. He did seem to be an introverted asshole who didn't have any use for anyone but himself, but that was okay. Rain hated most people and wolves too, so they had something in common.
           Unfortunately, she had to shove all thoughts of Beorn and his beefy body and the erotic way he'd slammed her against his truck out of her mind so she could go to work answering phones at City Hall.
           If hell was real, then it would be answering phones at City Hall. It was absolutely awful. First she had to deal with phone calls from other cities and counties asking questions or wanting to put on joint events or wondering why there hadn't been a new housing project in Bucklin in fifteen years. Usually those were easy to deal with, but when the wolves called bitching about this or that she really went insane. Most of the time they would ask, "Do you know what pack I'm in?" like it mattered. Packs were a thing of the past, only really used for wolves who needed something to identify themselves with.
           The Skyvale pack were the only wolves who really identified with their pack anymore. Sure, you would find some of the Blood Moon pack who were sneaky little bastards, and some of the Dawnguard saw themselves as modern day knights, but overall most wolves just lived a normal human life with their families. When the packs did try to hold meetings, attendance dwindled each month. Hell, the Blood Moons didn't even have an alpha right now and there hadn't been any clamor to replace him, causing Aster to put the matter on the back burner until he'd solved all the problems relating to Satan's Angels.
           Poor Aster was supposed to be "head alpha," a fancy term for mayor in this town, yet everyone was keeping him completely in the dark on the whole situation. His long-lost mate was back, but nobody would tell him out of fear that he wouldn't let her go. But she didn't want to go and would Abaddon even want her back? Someone had to tell him. Everyone needed to know, but that wasn't Rain's place. Leena had only been back for a day, anyway; surely Rowan would figure it out.
           As Rain pulled out of her driveway she looked down at her phone one more time to make sure it was fully charged. Beorn would be calling at some point today to give her directions to his place. He didn't seem like the patient type and she definitely did not want to miss that call. Work would be torture today, and the clock would probably move at a snail's pace all day. Each click an eternity apart, torturing her and taunting her as she waited for the moment when she could go find the man who would rock her world.
           Did that make her slutty? She wasn't envisioning a life with Beorn, nor was she envisioning any kind of serious relationship. The only thing on her mind was the big bear manhandling her and having his way with her. She was going to be all his, letting him use her in whatever way pleased him the most. She knew he was up to the task; he was an untamed beast.
           There weren't many wolves out on the road. Most were probably still slumbering or sitting around the kitchen table enjoying breakfast with their families. It really was a quaint Leave It To Beaver kind of town, even if everyone had an animal living inside of them. The lack of people on the street allowed Rain's mind to wander.
           What would Beorn do to her? Would he be gentle or rough? The image and feel of her breath being sucked away as he'd slammed her into the side of his truck ran through her head. It had hurt, but it had been a good