and that wasn’t the fuck happening right now.
“Got lost,” she mumbled, a full body shiver running through her curvy frame.
“Fuck this,” he growled. He needed to get her out of the cold and he needed to do it now. He prepared to carry her up the steep incline.
“Hey, Marcus!”
Just as he was slipping his arms beneath her round hips, Dirk’s voice called from the road. He settled her gently back down on the seat, tucking the coat around her again. “Dirk, get your ass down here,” he ordered in a harsh voice he rarely used and rose to his feet.
The older a bear got, the meaner he became. Bears also had a tendency to go rogue if something happened to them, like the tragedy Dirk had suffered or, if a mate was a long time coming like it had been for Jagger. Marcus was a hell of a lot older than both of those bears and had no mate. Until now.
But despite his age, and his unmated status, he was usually an easy going bear. He’d realized long ago that life was short. He could choose to be a grumpy-assed bear or take life as it was handed to him.
“Did you bring me some fucking clothes?” Not that he minded being naked in the snow as a bear, but he was getting mighty cold in his human form. Plus, he didn’t want to arrive at the hospital buck naked. He was sure that would go over as well as his bear showing up with a human on its back.
Which was exactly how he was going to get his mate up the mountain. The other man could walk beside them, ensuring his mate stayed on, even though his bear growled thinking of the other shifter touching her. He’d tolerate the other man’s touch on his mate—but only to get her to safety.
Marcus chuffed at his bear, showing his dominance over the animal. If you have a better idea, pal, now would be a good time to share.
Dirk said something, but Marcus wasn’t paying attention. His mate was trying to get out of the car. “Whoa, sweetheart, where do you think you’re going?” He turned around and she gasped. He realized his front was directly in front of her face. Normally, that would be a very good thing, but not now. “Damn it.”
Before he could crouch back down, she reached out as if to touch him again. He barely managed to catch her hand before she grabbed his cock. A cock that was growing by the second when confronted with his mate’s wide-eyed stare and a luscious red mouth just inches away.
“I guess you don’t have to worry about shrinkage to you?” she asked, looking up at him with those big green eyes.
A deep, masculine laugh sounded behind him and he whirled around as Dirk slid the last few feet down to the wreckage. “What are you laughing at?”
“You.”
Dirk was blunt. When he’d first appeared in Riverton, Marcus had thought the other bear was doomed to live a life off the grid, never interacting with humans. Time—and meeting his mate—had given him another chance.
Before he could say anything, his mate was asking another question. This one directed at Dirk. “Why aren’t you naked?”
That set Dirk off again, his gruff laughter ringing in the still morning air. “Should I strip?” he asked Marcus.
“Like hell. Hypothermia is setting in you idiot, she doesn’t really want to see your naked ass.”
“If you say so, boss.”
Marcus’s animal gave a warning huff that the other bear ignored. “I’m going to shift, and you’re going to lift her on to my back so I can get her up to the road.”
“Sounds like a plan, but why don’t you put these clothes on and wait for help.” Marcus caught the bundle he threw at him. Tied together was a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. Just as he was about to tell Dirk to go fuck himself, Marcus heard the sound of sirens. Something he would have noticed if he hadn’t been so infuriated with the idea of his friend stripping in front of his mate.
He quickly dressed and in just minutes, the rescue squad was lowering a gurney and two paramedics were scrambling down the side of the
“Got lost,” she mumbled, a full body shiver running through her curvy frame.
“Fuck this,” he growled. He needed to get her out of the cold and he needed to do it now. He prepared to carry her up the steep incline.
“Hey, Marcus!”
Just as he was slipping his arms beneath her round hips, Dirk’s voice called from the road. He settled her gently back down on the seat, tucking the coat around her again. “Dirk, get your ass down here,” he ordered in a harsh voice he rarely used and rose to his feet.
The older a bear got, the meaner he became. Bears also had a tendency to go rogue if something happened to them, like the tragedy Dirk had suffered or, if a mate was a long time coming like it had been for Jagger. Marcus was a hell of a lot older than both of those bears and had no mate. Until now.
But despite his age, and his unmated status, he was usually an easy going bear. He’d realized long ago that life was short. He could choose to be a grumpy-assed bear or take life as it was handed to him.
“Did you bring me some fucking clothes?” Not that he minded being naked in the snow as a bear, but he was getting mighty cold in his human form. Plus, he didn’t want to arrive at the hospital buck naked. He was sure that would go over as well as his bear showing up with a human on its back.
Which was exactly how he was going to get his mate up the mountain. The other man could walk beside them, ensuring his mate stayed on, even though his bear growled thinking of the other shifter touching her. He’d tolerate the other man’s touch on his mate—but only to get her to safety.
Marcus chuffed at his bear, showing his dominance over the animal. If you have a better idea, pal, now would be a good time to share.
Dirk said something, but Marcus wasn’t paying attention. His mate was trying to get out of the car. “Whoa, sweetheart, where do you think you’re going?” He turned around and she gasped. He realized his front was directly in front of her face. Normally, that would be a very good thing, but not now. “Damn it.”
Before he could crouch back down, she reached out as if to touch him again. He barely managed to catch her hand before she grabbed his cock. A cock that was growing by the second when confronted with his mate’s wide-eyed stare and a luscious red mouth just inches away.
“I guess you don’t have to worry about shrinkage to you?” she asked, looking up at him with those big green eyes.
A deep, masculine laugh sounded behind him and he whirled around as Dirk slid the last few feet down to the wreckage. “What are you laughing at?”
“You.”
Dirk was blunt. When he’d first appeared in Riverton, Marcus had thought the other bear was doomed to live a life off the grid, never interacting with humans. Time—and meeting his mate—had given him another chance.
Before he could say anything, his mate was asking another question. This one directed at Dirk. “Why aren’t you naked?”
That set Dirk off again, his gruff laughter ringing in the still morning air. “Should I strip?” he asked Marcus.
“Like hell. Hypothermia is setting in you idiot, she doesn’t really want to see your naked ass.”
“If you say so, boss.”
Marcus’s animal gave a warning huff that the other bear ignored. “I’m going to shift, and you’re going to lift her on to my back so I can get her up to the road.”
“Sounds like a plan, but why don’t you put these clothes on and wait for help.” Marcus caught the bundle he threw at him. Tied together was a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. Just as he was about to tell Dirk to go fuck himself, Marcus heard the sound of sirens. Something he would have noticed if he hadn’t been so infuriated with the idea of his friend stripping in front of his mate.
He quickly dressed and in just minutes, the rescue squad was lowering a gurney and two paramedics were scrambling down the side of the
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