Commander Bear (Bear Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Bear Patrol Book 1) by Scarlett Grove

said, standing up to quickly wash himself of the dirt streaked over his skin.
    He grabbed a towel and hastily dried them both off before going to the fireplace and removing the now roasted venison from the roasting skewers. He placed them on plates and set them at the table before pulling his boxers back on. Zoe craned her neck to look behind at what Rollo was doing at the table.
    “How am I supposed to eat with my hands tied up?” she asked.
    Rollo walked over with the terrifying buck knife and sliced the ropes binding her wrists to the chair. She brought them away as the ropes fell to the ground, gripping the aching flesh of her wrists. She pulled her panties and bra off the floor, and walked over to sit across from Rollo at the table.
    She picked up a steak knife and fork and sliced a bite of venison before popping it in her mouth. Rollo had filled two glasses with fresh spring water, and she took a long drink from the ancient glass cup. She hadn’t had such earthy food in so long. Her jaguar reveled in the taste of fresh meat and cool water fresh from the ground.
    “It’s not the Ritz, but it’ll keep your belly full,” he said, taking a bite himself.
    After they finished their steaks, Rollo tied Zoe up to the bed. He went outside to harvest the rest of the meat and dispose of the carcass while Zoe remained in the cabin with both of her hands tied up behind her head to the headboard of the bed.
    If Rollo didn’t think he was currently involved in some kind of kink fest, then he must have a screw loose, in Zoe’s opinion. She couldn’t help wanting him to come back and ravage her in every way possible. His willpower was better than hers, that was clear.
    When he returned to the cabin, the smell of blood lingered in the air but his hands and body were clean. He closed the door and walked over to the bed, climbing in beside her.
    “Am I really supposed to sleep like this?” she said, rattling her arms against the headboard.
    “I could just keep you awake all day,” he said to her with his back turned.
    “Torturing me with sleep deprivation would be right up your alley,” she said, taunting him.
    He turned over and faced her, his eyes boring into hers as he leaned over her. Then his gaze swept down over the mounds of her breasts, now framed by her pink, lacy push-up bra. His eyes slowly traveled over her stomach and down to the V between her legs until they ran up to her face again.
    “I can think of a thousand things I would rather do to you,” he growled.
    “Such as?” she spat out, her breasts heaving.
    She couldn’t take it anymore, she wanted him. She wanted this. She didn’t want to think about Dimitri or the past or the outside world. Being this close to Rollo was driving her mad and she couldn’t take another second of her jaguar’s incessant growling. She just needed him now.
    He grasped her between the legs and squeezed with a growl in her ear. Zoe let out a startled shriek, shock and arousal mingling and merging into something even more powerful. He leaned down and kissed her hard on the mouth, dipping his tongue between her lips without pause. His fingers swept under the hem of her panties, dipping through her slick outer lips and finding her ready opening. His fingers darted in and out of her pussy as his tongue darted in and out of her mouth.
    Zoe strained against the bounds at her wrists, wanting to hold him and draw him closer to her. She moaned against his kiss, praying he wouldn’t stop. But he had to stop, and she had to get away from him. She couldn’t let him mark her or she would be forever bound to him. She would never be able to hide from him again. But how could she tell him to stop when it just felt so right? So perfect. Better than anything she’d ever experienced before.
    It was real. Real, unadulterated pleasure. Zoe had been chasing pleasure, thrills, and excitement for her entire life. But this was it. This was the ultimate pleasure. She had never even imagined that