I blink up at her, then freeze when I see she’s only wearing a towel wrapped around her torso, ending just under the juncture of her thighs. Water droplets fall from her hair, glide lovingly over her neck, and end their path by being absorbed by the fluffy fabric.
“I, uh… what?” I stutter like a schoolboy seeing a centerfold for the first time. Am I drooling?
Goldie giggles. “Your claws, silly. I saw Kieran’s when he… Well, I saw them earlier.”
He had his claws out during sex?
I tilt my head pensively, trying to ignore that her naked pussy is inches away, only barely covered by a scrap of absorbent cotton. But I can’t stop smelling it—an alluring trap.
“What did Kieran tell you about us?” I ask quietly, though either one of my brothers could easily hear us if they listened.
Goldie fidgets, looking a bit embarrassed by the question.
“I didn’t really ask,” she admits. “I wasn’t… I was distracted.”
Sighing, I pat the bed next to me, indicating she should sit down. Maybe if heaven isn’t right in front of my nose, I’ll be able to concentrate better.
Goldie flounces over and plops down, her thigh almost touching mine, her towel riding up to show…God help me.
I look away and close my eyes to boot.
“So, Kieran, Marcus, and I are bear shifters,” I begin.
She makes a cooing sound like I just told her we’re teddy bears. I glance at her, trying to assess her reaction, but I can’t keep my eyes level with hers, so I quickly look away again.
“I’ve never met a shifter before,” she breathes and moves closer. Now her side is pressed against mine. My cock instantly notices and does its best to burst out of my jeans like the Hulk. Thankfully, my zipper seems to be made out of vibranium, keeping it contained.
“You probably have,” I croak, then clear my throat again. “You just don’t know it, as it’s not something we advertise for fear of human prejudice. Most people would avoid our dens, feeling something is off, but you walked in like it’s a hotel.”
She squirms, and the scent of her womanhood grows stronger. Is she… aroused?
“I did feel something was different about this place,” she says, oblivious to my inner turmoil. “But I was more intrigued than afraid. Plus, I was hangry.”
I laugh at her word choice. She seems a bit nerdy, maybe…
“Do you like to read?” I ask her. In my eagerness, I forget I’m not supposed to look at her. The towel now slid down her cleavage, only barely still covering her nipples. What surprises me more, though, is how she quickly looks up from my lap, where I know her effect on me is obvious.
“Ah, y—yes,” she says when our eyes meet. Her cheeks arethe most adorable shade of red. The tint spreads down her neck and over her—nope. Not going there. “I love to read, actually. But I like the romance stuff. Dark and spicy.”
I tug on the collar of my shirt. This isn’t something I normally admit to. I even try to hide it from my brothers.
“I have lots of spicy romance books in the library,” I say so fast that the words jumble together.
“You do?” Goldie asks, wide-eyed and awed. “Can you show me?”
I know she means the books, but the way she glances at my lap when she asks me that makes precum leak out of the tip of my cock.
This little human is going to be the death of me. And right now, I’m not sure I’d mind this kind of demise.
10
GOLDIE
Ihop up, excited to see the bears’ (bears!) library.
The only problem is, I didn’t notice my towel coming undone. It drops to my feet, leaving me standing naked in front of Adrian. I’m acutely aware of the wetness sliding down my inner thighs, and can’t believe how horny I am again, despite just coming twice in the garden.
Adrian’s eyes zero in on the apex of my thighs, and a low growl rumbles out of his mouth, a wild sound and one that shouldn’t be as arousing as it is. His hands grab onto the backs of my legs, claws retracted, and pull me closer. I stumble over the towel, almost tipping over, but he holds me up just an inch or two from his face.
