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I know this is my fault. It has nothing to do with Daisy or the contractor. There’s no way in a million years she’d be interested in anyone other than her mate, and he’s just smiling politely at a client. He probably has a wife and kids at home.
But my grizzly bear doesn’t care. Our mark is not on her and he won’t feel secure until it is.
“Are you okay?” the guy asks as I double over, gripping my stomach as I try to keep him from exploding out of me. The contractor touches my back and a low warning growl rumbles out of my throat.
“He’s okay,” Daisy quickly says. “He’s been having some stomach issues lately. You better go. Can you come back tomorrow? Or, any other time?”
“Yeah, I’ll give you a call tomorrow,” he says before quickly leaving.
My bear wants to go after him. He wants to sink his claws into the man’s back for daring to smile at my girl.
Fuck. Chill, man! I scream at him.
He snarls back.
Daisy rushes over as my bear struggles to get out. It’s hard to hold him back. He’s so strong… He’s breaking through…
“Don’t… look… “ I say in a deep scratchy voice as my body swells up. My skin tightens over my bulging arms, threatening to tear down the middle. My teeth ache as they sharpen and lengthen, pushing out my lips. My eyes are probably glowing right now. I must look like a freak. Like a monster. Like a savage out of control beast.
I don’t want her seeing me like this. She’ll never be able to forget it. I’ll always be a monster in her eyes after today. I’ll never be normal.
“…please…” I can’t even speak. It’s taking everything I have to keep this furious beast at bay. My muscles are flexed as I struggle to push him back down.
“I’m here,” she says in a soothing voice. “I’m not going anywhere.”
She puts her hand on my back and it calms my bear a bit. He’s still trying to get out, but I can feel his fury decreasing.
I shudder when I think of what my back must look like right now. What it feels like. My muscles are grotesquely large and my mate’s hand is on them. I’ll never forgive my bear for this.
I told you I was going to mark her! What the fuck is wrong with you?
Now! Do it now! He roars at me. Not in words, but in intentions. He’s done waiting. I can tell that he’s lost all patience.
I squeeze my hands into fists and long black claws sink into my palms. Warm blood soaks my fingers as my bear thrashes around inside.
“Let me help you,” Daisy whispers. “What can I do? What does he want?”
Maybe she can feel his intentions too because she’s touching her neck. Her fingers are on the spot that’s destined for my mark. It’s probably tingling like crazy.
“He wants to… make you… ours…”
I sound like something out of a horror movie—my monstrous voice all growly and deep like I’ve smoked ten packs a day since I was twelve years old.
She doesn’t turn away. She doesn’t flinch. I love her for that.
“I’m yours, Warren,” she says as she rubs my back. “How can I prove that to you and your bear?”
My golden eyes narrow on her neck. She sucks in a breath as she moves back, touching the spot that’s made for my teeth.
“Here?” she asks in a small voice.
I huff out a deep breath as I look at it. My nostrils are flaring. My canines are fully out now.
“He wants to… mark you…”
The urge to lunge on her is overpowering. It’s taking everything I have to hold myself back.
Her blue eyes twinkle with excitement as she watches me. “I want it too,” she says. “Do what you have to do.”
The control I’m clinging to snaps. I lunge forward and grab her in my big arms.
Her lips part as she clings to me. I can see the arousal and lust in her eyes as I lower her onto the stacks of hay.
“Do it, Warren,” she says with her chest heaving up and down. “Mark your girl. Mark your mate.”
I lean back and rip off my clothes. My shirt and pants are already torn from my bear trying to break through, so they fall apart easily.
She quickly undresses as her lustful eyes roam over me. I hate that she’s seeing me like this. My chest is almost twice as large as it normally is, thick brown hairs are sprouting out of my shoulders, my mouth is crowded with sharp teeth, and my hands look like the hands of a werewolf—long thick fingers covered in brown hair with deadly black claws curled at the tips.
But she doesn’t turn away or look repulsed. She looks more turned on than ever as she pulls off her wet panties and spreads her legs, showing me her wet and ready cunt. Her pink lips are glistening with arousal. She wants it as much as I do. I can feel her need thickening the air.
