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business. Sure he was a doctor, but Angel figured in their small town there would be more discretion. His brother was a meddler, and for some reason, people seemed to like that about him. His big brother always had the skinny on shifter and human alike. Even now that Eddie had found his mate and had a new stepson and daughter Talia, it still didn’t keep him distracted enough to mind his own beeswax. Granted, Angel only thought that because Eddie was always on his case about his future . He was a shifter with a life span ahead of him far longer than a human. Twenty-one didn’t seem so old that he had to decide everything right this second.
Then again, his bear was an old soul. At least, that’s what Angel had always thought. There weren’t any hard or fast explanations about it. He knew he’d been matched with his bear at conception, and the fates chose the best bear for him. His bear always felt like he’d been around a very long time. Finding a mate was a constant thought. One that Angel often ignored. Not because he normally did that with his bear; he was the linked soul to his, ignoring him didn’t seem possible. But the chance of finding his mate in their little town seemed slim to none. He figured he’d have to go far and wide to find that one perfect woman.
There was a good chance his mate wasn’t out there. One woman in the whole world just for him? The perfect match for not only him but his bear? Way too tall of an order and logically nearly impossible in his mind. There was hope sure, but he also was a realist.
Shaking off the thoughts, he strode towards the one-story brick building that held most of the county’s offices. Needed a dog license, marriage certificate, or permits? One stop shopping here. Normally, one of the older clan members took care of these errands. Angel guessed there was something to be said for them trusting him with it.
He would work, get his jobs done today, then head home and plug in his guitar and chill until he and his bear felt better. Music to soothe the savage beasts.
Pulling open the door, Angel’s bear let him know he didn’t like the smell of the antiseptic cleaner they used that reminded him of school. Whatever that industrial cleaner was, it was anything but natural, no matter how much pine scent they added.
Walking to the end of the hallway, he pushed through the door and took in the people seated in orange upholstered chairs that were probably original from when they built the structure in the sixties. Taking a number from the spindle by the door, he saw he was number thirty-two, and they were on number twenty-five if the digital sign above the counter could be trusted.
Taking a seat, he pulled out his phone and checked through his social media accounts. It looked liked Rain and Fin had attended a frat party the night before. There were hot girls and a myriad of red cups. Looked like fun. Not that his evening was anything to turn his nose up at. He’d take a hot night with a curvy woman over puke and beer pong any day.
Tucking his phone back into his jeans, he scooted down in the seat and pulled his baseball cap low over his eyes. He was sporting a Seahawks hat that he’d had since junior high. It was finally worn in enough that it was soft, warm, and one of his favorites. He let his mind wander and he wasn’t surprised where it went.
* * *
R oom 10
“ Y our pussy is hot for me, Becks. It’s wet and greedy for my tongue and cock, isn’t it? What do you think your pussy wants? My tongue or my fingers? I could give you one finger while I lick your clit. Would that be enough for you? What about two fingers, digging deep inside you, pushing hard against your womb? I think that might be just what you want. You would come apart for me. I’m sure of that. But what if I put three fingers inside you and bit down on your clit? What do you think that would feel like?”
The woman under him didn’t say anything, but Angel saw her breathing speed up, and her
Then again, his bear was an old soul. At least, that’s what Angel had always thought. There weren’t any hard or fast explanations about it. He knew he’d been matched with his bear at conception, and the fates chose the best bear for him. His bear always felt like he’d been around a very long time. Finding a mate was a constant thought. One that Angel often ignored. Not because he normally did that with his bear; he was the linked soul to his, ignoring him didn’t seem possible. But the chance of finding his mate in their little town seemed slim to none. He figured he’d have to go far and wide to find that one perfect woman.
There was a good chance his mate wasn’t out there. One woman in the whole world just for him? The perfect match for not only him but his bear? Way too tall of an order and logically nearly impossible in his mind. There was hope sure, but he also was a realist.
Shaking off the thoughts, he strode towards the one-story brick building that held most of the county’s offices. Needed a dog license, marriage certificate, or permits? One stop shopping here. Normally, one of the older clan members took care of these errands. Angel guessed there was something to be said for them trusting him with it.
He would work, get his jobs done today, then head home and plug in his guitar and chill until he and his bear felt better. Music to soothe the savage beasts.
Pulling open the door, Angel’s bear let him know he didn’t like the smell of the antiseptic cleaner they used that reminded him of school. Whatever that industrial cleaner was, it was anything but natural, no matter how much pine scent they added.
Walking to the end of the hallway, he pushed through the door and took in the people seated in orange upholstered chairs that were probably original from when they built the structure in the sixties. Taking a number from the spindle by the door, he saw he was number thirty-two, and they were on number twenty-five if the digital sign above the counter could be trusted.
Taking a seat, he pulled out his phone and checked through his social media accounts. It looked liked Rain and Fin had attended a frat party the night before. There were hot girls and a myriad of red cups. Looked like fun. Not that his evening was anything to turn his nose up at. He’d take a hot night with a curvy woman over puke and beer pong any day.
Tucking his phone back into his jeans, he scooted down in the seat and pulled his baseball cap low over his eyes. He was sporting a Seahawks hat that he’d had since junior high. It was finally worn in enough that it was soft, warm, and one of his favorites. He let his mind wander and he wasn’t surprised where it went.
* * *
R oom 10
“ Y our pussy is hot for me, Becks. It’s wet and greedy for my tongue and cock, isn’t it? What do you think your pussy wants? My tongue or my fingers? I could give you one finger while I lick your clit. Would that be enough for you? What about two fingers, digging deep inside you, pushing hard against your womb? I think that might be just what you want. You would come apart for me. I’m sure of that. But what if I put three fingers inside you and bit down on your clit? What do you think that would feel like?”
The woman under him didn’t say anything, but Angel saw her breathing speed up, and her
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