In a panic, she drew up her knees and crossed her hands over her chest to shield her large breasts and sweet-smelling pussy from our sight. Her actions sent a wave of conflicting emotions surging through me—protectiveness, frustration, and something much darker and more primal, demanding that she never hide herself from our maul's hungry eyes.
My bears growled low inside me, their displeasure radiating through the maul bond.Ours. Ours to protect. No one else touches her.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,”Cody said, his voice rushed and full of guilt. Of course, instead of retreating to his room like I’d told him, he stepped around the couch, trying to soothe her.“You were in the snow, knocked out—I think from a car accident. And then my bear—it must have bitten you and dragged you here. And then your bear?—”
He cut off suddenly, his amber eyes widening. Not because it was ill-advised to info dump on a newly awakened stranger who probably had no idea that Bear Shifters were a thing that actually existed.
But because of the sudden change in her scent
My nostrils flared, and fire flooded my veins when a new smell filled the room. Enticing, heady, and completely unmistakable.
My bears surged forward, snarling in primal response and a fire ignited low in my human gut.
But I clenched my jaw, forcing the beast back as I turned on Cody, whoseexpression was a mix of awe and something far hungrier.
“See?"I accused our third maul, my fury boiling over. "See what you've done?"
Estrus.
The Fresh Bite, who had no business being naked in our den, had just gone into heat at the first sight of the male who had bitten her.
And if she stayed, it wouldn’t just be Cody who lost control.
noelle
. . .
Something weird was happeningto me. And I’m not just talking about waking up in a dwelling that looked like it belonged inBetter Caves and Gardens.
I glanced around helplessly, taking in the room’s earthy beauty. Smooth, curving walls felt more organic than man-made, as though they’d grown out of the earth itself. Soft light glowed from alcoves carved into the walls, filled with potted plants and handmade pottery that looked like genuine indigenous works of art.
A massive, arched window framed an impossibly scenic view of a misty forest, the trees so close they felt like they might lean in to say hello.
I was sitting in a pile of pillows, blankets, and what seemed like an entire laundry basket worth of clothes, faintly scented with cinnamon, marshmallows, and freshly roasted coffee. The scene might have felt cozy. Comforting, even.
But my body was tingling all over, and I was uncomfortable to the point of squirming.
Maybe because I’d just woken up completely naked in a cave, surrounded by three smoking-hot men.
Or maybe it was because those three insanely good-looking men were currently all staring at me with their mouths dropped open.
I wished... oh god, how I wished I didn't know why.
But I did.
They were staring because my hand had somehow found itself between my legs, moving in a way that was making a horrible, obscene, squelching sound. Because I was apparently that wet. Wetter than I'd ever been in my life. Wetter than I got when I read dirty alien romance novels with my vibrator on standby.
So wet, it felt like my core was leaking something that went beyond clinical terms like lubricant.Liquid need.
My pussy was now coated with liquid need, and a thick cloud of heady sweetness had joined the cinnamon and roaring fire scents, clinging to my nose like pollen in spring. But instead of sneezing, I was… breathlessly masturbating. Rubbing at the new but soul-deep ache between my legs.
And I couldn’t stop.
No, seriously—Icouldn’tstop myself.
It was as if some primal part of me had taken control, overriding every ounce of decency I had left as I rubbed my fingers frantically over my suddenly sopping-wet folds.
Oh, and this was all happening in front of three strangers.
