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circled twice, unsure why he had not headed home yet. Something
was gnawing deep in his gut, but he wasn’t sure what. There was nothing amiss
at Genma’s. He sensed the hour was getting late and he had work to do come
morning. Shaking off the impression, he moved back toward the path to the lake
giving the area one last sniff and that’s when he smelled it.
Mine . His bear claimed.
He followed the scent from a tree to the docks. It was
different than Genma’s markings. This scent reminded him of honeyed asters:
floral, sweet and intoxicating. Something seemed familiar about it, but he
couldn’t place any female in the county he’d recalled having such an aroma.
Even though the flower grew wild around the county, he knew it wasn’t the same
as the plant. It was similar, but more original, and different.
Maybe someone had visited Genma recently, an unmated
female from town that had possibly just come into maturity. It was possible
that in his effort to avoid taking just any female Were, he was grasping at
straws.
Part of him believed that he was making up the smell.
That he’d become so overwhelmed by the pressures on him to find a life mate, it
was possible he was conjuring up some illusive Were-female.
However, the other part of him, his bear, whined and
pawed the ground. It wanted to stay there in the woods until it could locate
the female. That wasn’t going to happen. Tomorrow was soon enough.
Giving his bear a mental nudge until he began to
meander back toward the miles leading home, Cord allowed one final glance
toward the dock, then carried on.
He had every intention of rising early to attempt to
catch Genma before she left with his grandmother and question the woman about
visitors she’d had in the last few days.
Chapter
Five
She was hidden to him. His bear stood at the beginning
of the dock, staring at her silhouette at the end. The moon hovered behind the
night clouds, refusing to come out to illuminate the female before him.
Even though he couldn’t see her, he could smell her.
Her scent seemed to be all around him, powerful. It had obliterated everything
else around him and had him isolating on nothing but her aroma. Unable to
resist he moved his front paw, stepping on the wooden planks. Each of his steps
was accompanied by a deep inhale. He couldn’t get enough of the aphrodisiac of
her skin.
Mid-step he shifted, never halting in his approach.
When he finally stopped, he stood before her, feeling
the heat of her skin. So close, yet he still he couldn’t make out her features.
The fact that he had found her would not allow him to be disappointed that he
couldn’t identify her. Closing his eyes, he allowed his sense of smell to
acquaint himself with her.
“Cord…” she whispered his name. Her voice, sultry,
stroked his core.
He wanted to demand she touch him, but his throat was
too tight, his bear still too close to the surface. It was always like that
during mating time. It was the only moment where both man and bear were
operating as one. Both played a significant role even though the male form was
present, dominant.
Growling low, Cord leaned in, setting his nose along
her neck. Taking a deep breath, he drew in honeyed asters. It was like oxygen
to his soul.
Touching her with nothing but his nose, he lowered his
body and moved past her collarbone to the skin between her breasts.
She was trembling and her heart was pounding. A bawdy
symphony accompanied by the hard, heavy rhythm of his own. He felt calm,
steady, even though there were emotions and desires rocketing through his body
and demanding more. Demanding he claim her in the oldest way and make her his
before she escaped him.
Not giving in to the demands of his body, he had to
continue on. Find the central point where her nectar was strongest. He
traveled past the supple skin of her stomach but as he attempted to locate what
he craved the most, it eluded him.
Instead of her scent becoming stronger it grew fainter.
was gnawing deep in his gut, but he wasn’t sure what. There was nothing amiss
at Genma’s. He sensed the hour was getting late and he had work to do come
morning. Shaking off the impression, he moved back toward the path to the lake
giving the area one last sniff and that’s when he smelled it.
Mine . His bear claimed.
He followed the scent from a tree to the docks. It was
different than Genma’s markings. This scent reminded him of honeyed asters:
floral, sweet and intoxicating. Something seemed familiar about it, but he
couldn’t place any female in the county he’d recalled having such an aroma.
Even though the flower grew wild around the county, he knew it wasn’t the same
as the plant. It was similar, but more original, and different.
Maybe someone had visited Genma recently, an unmated
female from town that had possibly just come into maturity. It was possible
that in his effort to avoid taking just any female Were, he was grasping at
straws.
Part of him believed that he was making up the smell.
That he’d become so overwhelmed by the pressures on him to find a life mate, it
was possible he was conjuring up some illusive Were-female.
However, the other part of him, his bear, whined and
pawed the ground. It wanted to stay there in the woods until it could locate
the female. That wasn’t going to happen. Tomorrow was soon enough.
Giving his bear a mental nudge until he began to
meander back toward the miles leading home, Cord allowed one final glance
toward the dock, then carried on.
He had every intention of rising early to attempt to
catch Genma before she left with his grandmother and question the woman about
visitors she’d had in the last few days.
Chapter
Five
She was hidden to him. His bear stood at the beginning
of the dock, staring at her silhouette at the end. The moon hovered behind the
night clouds, refusing to come out to illuminate the female before him.
Even though he couldn’t see her, he could smell her.
Her scent seemed to be all around him, powerful. It had obliterated everything
else around him and had him isolating on nothing but her aroma. Unable to
resist he moved his front paw, stepping on the wooden planks. Each of his steps
was accompanied by a deep inhale. He couldn’t get enough of the aphrodisiac of
her skin.
Mid-step he shifted, never halting in his approach.
When he finally stopped, he stood before her, feeling
the heat of her skin. So close, yet he still he couldn’t make out her features.
The fact that he had found her would not allow him to be disappointed that he
couldn’t identify her. Closing his eyes, he allowed his sense of smell to
acquaint himself with her.
“Cord…” she whispered his name. Her voice, sultry,
stroked his core.
He wanted to demand she touch him, but his throat was
too tight, his bear still too close to the surface. It was always like that
during mating time. It was the only moment where both man and bear were
operating as one. Both played a significant role even though the male form was
present, dominant.
Growling low, Cord leaned in, setting his nose along
her neck. Taking a deep breath, he drew in honeyed asters. It was like oxygen
to his soul.
Touching her with nothing but his nose, he lowered his
body and moved past her collarbone to the skin between her breasts.
She was trembling and her heart was pounding. A bawdy
symphony accompanied by the hard, heavy rhythm of his own. He felt calm,
steady, even though there were emotions and desires rocketing through his body
and demanding more. Demanding he claim her in the oldest way and make her his
before she escaped him.
Not giving in to the demands of his body, he had to
continue on. Find the central point where her nectar was strongest. He
traveled past the supple skin of her stomach but as he attempted to locate what
he craved the most, it eluded him.
Instead of her scent becoming stronger it grew fainter.
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