Page 8 of Marcus

“Yes, well, we are not meant to be.”

“Star-crossed lovers?”

“Something like that. Maybe I’ll tell you the story someday.”

chapter

five

Marcus

Every night for a week, I’ve let my bear run, hoping to ease our restlessness. No matter which direction I start in, the night ends the same.

He runs straight to her back yard.

Mine.

He’s so restless, it feels like he’s clawing up my insides.

She smells so damn sweet, I can practically taste her on the wind. Even in skin, I can scent her. I feel like I’m losing my mind.

Mine.

Last night, I shifted while in her yard. Thankfully the moon wasn’t bright enough for her to look out her window and see a naked man.

I stood there, partially hidden by a tree and just watched her. She wore a loose-fitting white sweater that hung off of one pale, bare shoulder. No bra. Her legs were bare too. Short but shapely legs.

Mine.

Her curves are substantial. Thick thighs. Hips wide enough to hold onto. Child-bearing hips. Tits big enough they might fill my giant hands. A soft belly made to protect her babies. My cubs.

Mine.

No, dammit!

I will not let that scrap of a human break me. She doesn’t determine my future, my choices. Fuck her and fuck fate. I left vowing to never return. My bear and I having a long conversation on our trek home.

Which mostly entailed him growling “Mine” over and over while I told him no. She wasn’t for us.

I reminded him what happened the last time we relied on a human. How she’d been too weak to carry our cubs and she and they had died. Never again.

I manage to stay away the next day, but it requires far too much whiskey. Which is why I currently have to take my ass to the store. I drank the rest of Denver’s and now have to buy him a replacement and one for me.

Might as well stock up on essentials while I’m here. I’m in the produce section when I realize I am completely fucked.

She’s here.

I don’t see her yet, but I sense her presence.

At Wolfbane, I have started working off site as much as I can during the daytime hours when she’s there. Being close to her drives my bear crazy and makes my fucking cock leak like a damned water hose.

Mine.

I look up and there she is. Fresh-faced and innocent looking, with twin braids and a pair of denim overall shorts. She’s picking out berries, and fuck if that doesn’t make me think of painting her nipples with the juice from the raspberries. Eating blueberries out of her belly button.

She’s temptation incarnate, and I’ll be damned if I have to leave my own fucking town to get away from her.

I quickly adjust my hard-on so my jeans aren’t strangling my dick. I guess this is my new life now. Just perpetually walking around aroused. Because jacking off doesn’t seem to help. I come and then get hard nearly immediately afterwards. It’s like puberty all over again.