Page 19 of Coveted By The Bear (When Worlds Collide #1)

M iles was quiet on the ride home. He looked pensive. Thoughtful. So, I remained silent to give him the space I thought he needed.

I worried my lower lip between my teeth and turned the volume on low, filling the car with the crooning voice of George Michael. I was an 80s music girl at heart. Always would be.

I shifted the car into park, smiling when he jumped out of the thing before I could turn the ignition off.

It surprised me when Miles made no move to take the keys from me at the shop, and I appreciated it. I mean, I loved cars. Loved to drive.

He opened my door, offering me his hand, and I took it wholeheartedly. His lips quirked when I slid out of the seat and my dress rode up my leg.

I wondered if he was remembering what we did that morning on the kitchen table in this very dress. I reached up on tiptoe and kissed his lips.

“What was that for?” he asked.

“Just because,” I replied.

His eyes flashed, and I smiled. Miles was so damn handsome, it was difficult to hold his gaze. But I managed. Barely.

Maybe it was because of the love I saw shining in his bright blue irises.

“It gets so quiet in the evenings,” he rumbled, and I hummed in agreement.

“Hungry?” I asked.

“I’m a Shifter. I’m always hungry, but, uh, I was wondering. Do you want to meet him?”

“Bear?”

“Yeah,” he said, grinning at me.

That was probably because I was clapping my hands and bouncing up and down on my toes like a preschooler.

“Yes, yep, please!” I said nodding like a lunatic.

“Alright, come on.”

I followed Miles around to the back of the house, trying not to lose my footing when he whipped his shirt over his head and began unfastening his pants.

“What are you doing?” I asked, scandalized and checking to make sure none of the neighbors were outside.

“No one’s out, Pretty Girl. I could hear them, or smell them, if they were,” he assured me. “And I have to get undressed before I shift, or my clothes will tear.”

“Right. Makes sense,” I said.

“Hey, don’t go staring at my dick, Hope, or I’ll have something else in mind besides showing you bear,” he teased, but I couldn’t help it. The second his pants dropped, my eyes were focused on every last inch of his semi-hard length.

“Fuck,” Miles growled, and closed the space between us, grabbing me by the back of my neck and slamming his mouth to mine.

I didn’t know what, if anything was wrong with me, but I was so damn turned on by this man. I couldn’t be near him and not want to touch him.

“Alright. I’m gonna show you Bear, then we’ll finish this,” he said, kissing me one more time before stepping back. “Don’t be afraid. I won’t hurt you.”

I swallowed down my nerves and licked my lips, tasting Miles on them as I watched him step a few feet away from me. The air surrounding him seemed to shimmer and swirl.

I recalled the cracking sounds of the men from last night, their hard shifts had echoed in the garage. But Miles was different. His transformation from man to Bear was smoother, somehow. Softer.

One minute, I was staring at this big, beautiful man who’d completely stolen my heart. The next, a half a ton Grizzly Bear was standing before me.

“Holy fuck!”

He was beautiful. Enormous. His dark brown fur was thick and glossy, but I noticed there were scars along his back and legs.

Miles had told me was a Soldier for his former clan. A fighter. And here was the proof.

My gaze found his, and I gasped. I’d never seen a bear with blue eyes. But I knew those eyes. I knew him.

My mate.

My love.

My Miles.

He walked slowly towards me, bumping his big blockhead against my stomach.

“Hi, Bear,” I whispered reverently, reaching out to touch his enormous mass of fur.

It was thick. Coarser than it looked.

Beautiful.

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I petted and praised him. Bear nuzzled my palm, licking my skin and making me giggle.

This was real magic. And it made me ache that something like this even existed, that it was mine to have, and hold rendered me speechless.

I cried harder.

Before I knew it, Miles was human again and holding me to him.

“Shhh. Baby, please don’t cry. I’m sorry. Did I scare you?”

I shook my head and cleared my throat, wiping at my tears.

“No, you did nothing wrong. It’s just, this is amazing,” I whispered, tipping my head back.

“You’re amazing,” he corrected me and dropped a kiss on my temple.

“Miles,” I murmured his name and tilted my face towards his.

Kissing Miles was my newest addiction. I just couldn’t get enough.

“Neighbor just pulled into his driveway. Let’s go inside, mate,” Miles rumbled against my lips.

I nodded my head.

Hell, I couldn't wait to get inside and to have him inside me.

“It’s like a fever,” I moaned when he backed me up against the wall in the kitchen.

“Need you,” he said, lifting me higher and pushing my dress up around my hips.

“Yes, please.”

“Slide your panties to the side, Pretty Girl. Let me feel how wet you are,” he growled.

“I’m so wet,” I said, moaning when I felt his broad head at my slick entrance.

“Love you, Hope,” he growled against my throat, and I smiled.

Thick fingers slid between us. Miles strummed my clit as he pumped his hips, filling me deeper with every thrust.

“Oh God,” I moaned as his movements became deliberate, insistent. Like he was chasing my orgasm for me.

“You close, Pretty Girl?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes,” I confessed.

“Give it to me, Mate. Want to claim you again, but I need you to come.”

Fuck. Yes. I wanted that. Wanted his teeth embedded in my skin.

I didn’t know what came over me. But it was like I needed that. Needed his fangs to slice into my flesh. To make our bond, our connection even stronger.

“That’s it. Your pussy is so fucking tight. Come for me. Fuck, yes, squeeze my cock, Mate. Just. Like. That.”

Miles growled, then he struck, biting me over the spot he’d already claimed me. I started to pant.

The pressure had already been building. It was so good. So hot. But the second he bit me, it catapulted me into bliss.

I cried out when the pleasure hit. The power of my orgasm was so great my scream became silent. Shudders wracked my body, and my pussy contracted, squeezing his cock so damn tight.

“Take it,” Miles growled, his movements jerky as he emptied himself inside me.

“Good Girl. Good Mate,” he grunted, slowing his movements.

But the roaring in my head didn’t stop. I was caught in it.

Like I was tied up in its grip.

What started out as the best damn sex I ever had was quickly turning into something else.

Something frightening.

Heat seared my body. I pushed against Miles, and he allowed me to move away.

“Hot. I feel so hot. I’m burning,” I growled, tearing at my clothes.

“Hope? Hope, are you okay?”

He was on his knees beside me, and I only realized then that I was on the floor.

“Miles? What’s happening?” I asked, but my voice!

There was something wrong with my voice.

“Hold on,” Miles said, and his anxiety batted against me.

I snarled, clutching at my stomach as I collapsed onto my side.

Miles lifted me carefully and ran straight to the copse of trees in the woods behind the house.

“What—What’s happening?” I roared.

“Easy. Just let her in,” he begged me, cursing under his breath.

But I could hear it. I could hear everything.

Another wave of power surged inside of me, and I opened my mind’s eye to something that should never have been possible.