Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
He had bothered to throw on a flannel shirt along with his jeans and boots, but it was hanging open, unbuttoned, and I could see that he was having the same problem I was in the crotch of his jeans.
“Ignore it,” I growled. “It’s some kind of distraction—we need to track down the woman who broke into our home!”
“Ignore it? But it feels like some kind of lust spell!” he protested.
“So?” I demanded. “You can’t stand being fucking horny for a little while?”
“It’s not that—there aren’t any willing women around here,” he pointed out. “And you and I might be best friends—practically brothers—but neither of us swings that way.”
Well, he had a point there. But I didn’t care.
“I’ll be damned if I give up the hunt now, after coming all this way,” I told him. “Just fucking ignore it—it’ll go away soon.”
Finn rubbed a hand through his short black hair and blew out a breath of obvious sexual frustration. But he nodded and followed me as I continued down the deserted main street of Hidden Hollow.
I wasn’t surprised about his easy acquiescence—my Bear was stronger than his. I turn into a grizzly but Finn’s Fur Form is that of a Black Bear. As for Thorne, the third in our little clan who we had lost not that long ago, he was the mightiest of us all. His Fur Form was that of a Polar Bear.
I missed the son of a bitch more than I could say…so I did my best not to think about it. I hoped he was happy and well—if he was here with us in Hidden Hollow he’d be leading this charge. But since he was gone, it was up to me to forge ahead and I knew Finn would follow.
I did my best to ignore the tingling that was teasing my cock as I passed a local inn called The Red Lion and a grocery store that had already gone dark for the night. The seductive scent wafting through the air was leading me down the road, towards a place called “Goldie’s Diner.” At least if the big neon sign out front was anything to go by.
It looked like a place right out of classic Americana. The lights were dimmed inside but I could still make out the interior thanks to my Were eyesight. The diner was filled with vinyl booths and rectangular tables, each with its own tiny jukebox, so the patrons could pick their own tunes. In the center was a long bar with stools along the length of it. And standing right in front of that bar was a curvy woman with long, curly blonde hair.
“There!” Finn breathed, pointing. He must have seen her at the same time I did. “That’s her—it has to be.”
He was right, though I didn’t know how I knew it. The warm scent was coming from the curvy blonde and I couldn’t stop myself from running my eyes over her luscious body.
She wasn’t thin—which was good because I don’t like skinny women. At six foot six, I’m a big guy—I don’t want to be with a woman if I’m afraid I might fucking break her.
This curvy little minx didn’t look breakable at all. She had big, luscious tits that I would have bet anything were natural and a set of full hips to balance them out. Her hair fell in long golden curls and her eyes were…well, I couldn’t tell what color her eyes were from this distance, even with my Were senses. But I could tell one thing about them—she was looking at me the same way I was looking at her.
As I watched, she lifted a single finger and crooked it, beckoning to the plate glass door of the diner. It was an obvious invitation.
“Holy shit, Ronan—she’s inviting you in!” Finn breathed behind me.
And then the blonde switched her attention to my friend and made the little finger motion again.
“Looks like she’s inviting you, too,” I said dryly.
“Let’s go!” Finn was halfway to the door before I grabbed him by the arm.
“Wait! We don’t know what’s going on with her. She could be a witch—or even a fucking sorceress.”
Finn paled at that. We’d had a run-in with one of those not that long ago and it hadn’t ended well for us—not at all.
But then the scent got stronger, tickling my nose with her sweet, feminine fragrance and the tingling in my shaft got so intense I couldn’t fucking stand it anymore.
“Fuck this,” I growled and reached for the door just as Finn was doing the same. The sign said “Closed” but it gave easily and a bell jingled as we pulled it open.
The two of us burst in at the same time and the blonde smiled.
“Well, well,” she murmured in a low, feminine voice I swore I could feel all the way down to my balls. “Two for the price of one. Come in, boys—I’ve been waiting for you.”